The air in the laboratory was filled with depression and anxiety. At the same time, ghostly shadows jumped on the walls.

The pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with the smell of blood was almost suffocating.

Mou Xuan took a deep breath, his blood roaring in his ears, and the golden lines on his palms kept beating, as if silently urging him.

He tore open the blood-stained isolation suit with force, revealing skin covered with fine lines that flowed like a living thing, as if telling some ancient secret.

He quickly placed his hand on the petri dish and said in a cold and urgent voice: "Professor Meng, look at the arrangement of the lines!"

Professor Meng was observing under a microscope with a look of urgency on his face. The wrinkles on his face seemed to become deeper and his fingers were trembling slightly.

At this moment, his movements suddenly stopped, his hand shook, and he accidentally knocked over the microscope.

He fixed his eyes on the strange yet familiar pattern and murmured, "This is exactly the same as the bronze artifact unearthed from the Governor's Mansion!"

The lights in the laboratory flickered, as uneasy as the lightning in the sky.

At this moment, volunteer Tao rushed in with a pale face, holding the unconscious He, and kicked open the door of the laboratory.

On the inside of his protective suit, golden lines were rapidly devouring the protective layer, as swift as a poisonous snake.

Researcher Zou's voice suddenly rang out in the chaos, and she grabbed Mou Xuan's wrist: "Wait! The lines are imitating your cell structure!" Before she finished her words, a black blood mist suddenly exploded from Tao's neck, and the blood mist spread in the air as if it had life.

Mou Xuan's supernatural power flashed within 0.5 seconds, and his figure appeared in the vent like lightning. He quickly caught the falling blood beads with the fragments of the isolation suit.

"Put the blood beads into the third layer of the centrifuge!" The unquestionable command in his tone pierced the air.

At this moment, the surveillance footage showed that all the researchers' protective clothing began to spontaneously combust, with flames dancing wildly in the laboratory.

Professor Meng's hands were jumping wildly on the keyboard: "The virus is building a quantum network!" His voice was rapid and desperate.

Mou Xuan tore off the bloody skin with all his strength, his heart beating as if for the last time, and pressed it against the bronze pattern scanner. His voice was calm and almost ruthless: "In 0.7 seconds, I want the password for Area B of the underground laboratory in the Governor's Mansion."

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Volunteer Tao suddenly woke up with an expression of disbelief. He stuffed a blood-stained bronze key into Mou Xuan's arms and said in a hoarse voice: "Go to the third underground floor... They are well prepared..." Before he could finish his words, his heart suddenly exploded, and blood stained the white lab coat red, leaving a glaring blood red.

The patterns on the key resonated strongly with the patterns on Mou Xuan's palm. The golden light almost ignited the entire room. The dome of the laboratory began to crack, and dust and debris fell down, like a painting that was destined to be broken.

Everything seems like a dream, but reality is always more cruel.

Mou Xuan held the key tightly, his eyes determined, as if he was ready to fight against the whole world.

Just then, he noticed that Professor Meng pointed at the holographic projection with a pale face and screamed at the top of his lungs: "They are recombining the virus!"

All this happened suddenly and quickly, as if fate had suddenly reversed.

But no matter how fierce it is, the storm of the end of the world still flashes with the light of hope and revenge in Mou Xuan's eyes.

The lights in the laboratory flickered again, as if brewing the next storm. Mou Xuan's figure gradually disappeared in the light and shadow. The unpredictable story of fate revealed deeper and deeper secrets.

Professor Meng's face was twisted into a ball, as if he had been punched hard. He pointed at the holographic projection and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The virus is recombining! My old swan, this thing is going to become a spirit!" In the holographic image, the molecular structure of the virus was disassembled and recombined like Lego blocks, which made people's scalps numb.

Mou Xuan snatched the tablet from Professor Meng's hand, squinting his eyes to observe the trajectory of the virus recombination, as if he was appreciating a postmodern abstract painting, but a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Ha, these old guys in the Governor's Office are playing pretty well."

He turned around suddenly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and the blood-stained bronze key in his hand emitted a strange light, as if he was holding a key to open the door to hell.

He inserted the key into the heavy bronze door of the Governor's Mansion. With a "click", the sound of the ancient machinery running was particularly harsh in the silent laboratory.

He growled into the communicator, "Tell the Alliance that I need a 0.3 second electromagnetic pulse to cut off the power supply to the third underground floor immediately! Now! Immediately! It has to be faster than I can zip up my pants!"

At the same time, he felt a burning pain in the golden lines on his palms, and a powerful force surged in his body, making it almost impossible for him to control it.

The bronze door slowly opened, and a cold, damp breath mixed with a sickening smell of blood blew in, as if it was the entrance to hell.

Mou Xuan took a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he stepped into the darkness, leaving only a cold warning echoing in the air: "When I come back, I will let these guys know why the flowers are so red..."