There are few female mercenaries in the base, and each one is a highly sought-after and popular figure. They always choose which men they like to sleep with, and no man has ever tried to force them.

Therefore, if a petite girl suddenly appears, with skin as white and tender as milk, and a light pinch can leave a deep bruise, especially with big breasts and a slim waist, she looks so delicious that who wouldn't want to try her?

"Wu Ming, you've already slept with this woman. After all, she's a virgin, inexperienced, and not worth the effort."

Finally, someone couldn't resist and called out to Wu Ming, deliberately being enthusiastic, "When we go out on a mission later, I'll find you a good job. Can you let me have this one? I'll..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Wu Ming's cold and deep gaze swept over him.

"You're going to try and take it from me?"

His voice was cold and gloomy, revealing no emotion, yet for some reason, it sent a chill down the man's spine.

The man quickly shook his head: "Never mind, if you like it, you can take it, I don't want it."

Few people in the base know Wu Ming's background; it's as if Wu Ming has been here since the beginning.

He was clearly the number one experimental subject, but in the base, he was so arrogant that he didn't respect anyone except his superiors.

If it weren't for the fact that he sometimes had to draw blood and cut flesh for experiments, everyone would probably unintentionally regard him as the second-in-command of the base.

It's not that no one wants to challenge Wu Ming, but

None of them made it out of the training room alive.

Wu Ming is truly cold-blooded when it comes to killing. He is ruthless, merciless, and bloodthirsty. The number of people who have died at his hands is countless.

In this base where human life is cheapest, he has been able to remain high and mighty for years. He is not someone to be trifled with.

Even the most ruthless thugs and mercenaries were not afraid of him.

The officer waved his hand: "You can have her if you want. She's just a woman. We'll have her removed from the test subjects list later. Oh, and tell her we've put a nanolock on her. If she doesn't want to die, she shouldn't run around."

Wu Ming nodded, indicating that he had heard, then turned and went into the cell. He picked up Tong Su and was about to carry her on his shoulder when he saw that she was covered in wounds. He frowned, then turned his wrist and pulled her into his arms.

One arm around the neck, the other under the knees—a classic princess carry.

The mercenaries gasped and stared at him in disbelief.

Does Wu Ming actually have a moment of tenderness and compassion for women?!

Seeing that he was about to turn around and leave, the officer called out, "Did I say you could leave?"

Wu Ming turned around, his eyes clearly showing impatience.

The young man who spoke up for him quickly asked, "Sir, is there anything wrong?"

"Of course there's something! We have a mission in a few days. A new batch of talents has joined China's special departments, each with rare and powerful superpowers, very worthy of study," the officer said. "Someone has placed an order, specifically requesting to extract serum 'medicine' from their blood. Wu Ming, take a group of men and bring them back."

Wu Ming glanced at him and scoffed.

"Crossing the border to arrest people in China? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

The officer chuckled: "Only you would dare to speak to me so rudely. You know China is strict, so just get me the list of their new members."

Thinking of something, he sighed: "People in the special departments over there in China all have two identities. They secretly do the work of special departments, but in public, they all appear as students, ordinary people, or part-time workers. Without an internal list, you can't find them at all!"