The laboratory was brightly lit, with three layers of thick blackout cloth hanging on the walls, which explains why no one could see anything unusual from the outside.

"Beep beep beep."

The complicated instruments and equipment kept emitting alarms, and Banxia looked up at the neatly arranged petri dishes.

The petri dish was two meters tall and filled with a transparent liquid containing the corpses of zombies, humans, and mutated animals, whose faces were twisted, in pain, or expressionless.

None of these corpses were normal. Some human corpses had claws of mutated animals growing out of them, some zombie corpses were only half-bodied, and some mutated animals had been grafted with zombie arms...

Nanxing had seen many corpses, but this was the first time he had seen something so bizarre. He felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps involuntarily rose on his arms: "Wife, these... are all dead."

He used his psychic abilities to carefully investigate, and found no signs of life among humans, mutated animals, or even zombies.

"Hmm," Banxia suddenly felt a surge of anger, "Let's go down to the two floors and check the situation first."

It was set up exactly like the laboratory in her previous life. She absolutely refused to believe that there was no connection!

In the next petri dish, there were several more mutated plants, as well as corpses combined with the mutated plants. Banxia glanced at them with disgust and continued to the next layer.

This floor didn't have any petri dishes, but it did have several iron cages connected to a high-voltage electric grid.

She looked at them one by one: a mutated Alaskan Malamute that was so thin it was just skin and bones, an unknown mutated plant that was just a root system, a zombie without limbs, a human with twisted hands and feet...

"Brother, brother, save me..."

A weak voice rang out.

Nanxing carefully examined the human who had asked him for help, and upon recognizing him, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Wei San? What are you doing here?"

Wei San lay sprawled at the bottom of the cage like a rag doll, a flash of anger crossing his eyes as he heard this: "Qiu... Qiu Wu... betrayal..."

Banxia looked around and turned off the high-voltage switch: "Nanxing, you and Yinzi take these people away, I'll handle the rest."

Besides Wei San, there were several other humans in the cage. Since we've encountered them, let's lend a hand. Whether they survive or not depends on how tough their luck is.

Nanxing asked seriously, "Wife, what are you going to do? Is there any danger?"

Banxia smiled reassuringly, but her eyes held a deep killing intent: "Yes, but I'm definitely not in danger!"

She hadn't been angry in a long time and needed the blood of her enemies to soothe the rage in her chest.

She went to the stairwell and released Yinzi and Shancha into the space, and then carefully instructed them: "Yinzi will help your brother send people away, and Shancha will treat the wounded. If there is any danger, prioritize the safety of yourself, your brother, and your teammates. If outsiders are able, they can lend a hand, but if not, there is no need to force it."

She planned to blow the entire building to smithereens. Such a commotion would definitely attract a large number of survivors to investigate, and with so many people, conflict would easily break out.

Yinzi made three trips before finally taking the survivors from the cage. Banxia watched the assault boat sail away through her binoculars before turning back into the house.

She stored the mutated Alaskan Malamute, which was still barely alive, and the roots of the mutated plant into her spatial storage, and then openly walked downstairs with her submachine gun in her arms.

"Intruders!"

The person on night duty never expected someone to come down from upstairs and instinctively shouted.

Banxia raised her gun and fired "rat-a-tat-tat," and the man on night duty quickly fell to the ground.

"Damn it, where did this gun come from!" The lab director downstairs was pacing anxiously. "Could it be that we made too many moves recently and the base leadership found out?"

"Impossible!" The division commander's wife frowned and denied it. "My husband and daughter acted out saving Li Kongyuan three times. That idiot now respects my husband as his own father and is infatuated with my daughter as a goddess. He would never suspect us!"

"That……"

Before he could finish speaking, he was shot between the eyebrows and fell to the ground.

The division commander's wife was startled. She looked up and her eyes widened in horror: "It's you!"

"It's me."

Banxia looked around and thought that this division commander's wife really knew how to enjoy life. Not only was all the furniture in the room made of mahogany, but it was also a complete set, and even the floor was covered with a thick wool carpet.

"Did you kill my son?"

The division commander's wife was shocked, and then she realized something, her eyes reddening and almost bleeding.

"Oh, I didn't kill him." Seeing the division commander's wife relax, Banxia added with a wicked sense of humor, "He was killed by my cat. He died a terrible death, covered in cat scratches, not a single patch of good skin."

That's not actually the case. Although Gin is a cat, it doesn't have the habit of torturing its prey. Instead, it prefers to deliver a swift and fatal blow to its enemies. That horse was beheaded by a single blow from a wind blade.

The division commander's wife suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood: "You will be punished!"

"I'm doing a good deed, how could I possibly have any retribution?" Banxia released the mutated Alaskan Malamute, which had been tortured to the point of near death, from her spatial dimension. "But you, look, your retribution has come. Surprised?"

She opened her right hand, and thin vines, as fine as hair, pierced the body of the mutated Alaskan Malamute. Green energy continuously flowed through it, and the Alaskan Malamute's wounds gradually healed. It gratefully barked at Banxia in thanks, then glared fiercely at the division commander's wife.

As soon as the pinellia vines retracted, the Alaskan Malamute pounced on the division commander's wife.

The division commander's wife trembled with fear: "Don't bite me..."

The Alaskan Malamute showed no mercy, but instead of snapping the division commander's wife's neck, it gnawed at her flesh while observing her expression. Only when she showed signs of pain did a flicker of satisfaction appear in its eyes. It then continued gnawing and observing, adjusting its bite force according to the division commander's wife's reactions to maximize its revenge.

Banxia couldn't help but gasp; what a clever little dog!

After more than ten minutes, the Alaskan Malamute seemed to have finally had enough fun. Just as it was about to end the division commander's wife's life with a bite, it fell to the ground with a "thud" and lost consciousness.

Oh no, there's an ambush!

Banxia then collapsed to the ground.

The people lying in ambush seemed extremely cautious, not immediately going inside to check the situation, but only coming in a few minutes later.

"Father!" The division commander's wife was a mangled corpse, her white bones exposed, a truly gruesome sight. Yet her voice was even more piercing, "Kill her! Kill her! My Jun'er!"

The old man, surrounded by more than a dozen superhumans, glanced at her indifferently: "Not yet. This woman has a huge amount of crystal cores and supplies on her. I need to make her spit out the supplies first!"

He'd been eyeing this woman for a long time, but unfortunately, she was always accompanied by a psychic, so he couldn't get close. Today, he finally got his chance!