Chapter 76 Experiment, Assassination (Catching Bugs) The probability of being a cat shark is not...
After breakfast, Feng Langxi, as usual, walked to the secret laboratory provided for him by the White Tower.
He casually adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, his bony fingers casting a bluish-white hue against the fabric, and his neatly trimmed nail beds exuding a sense of gentle restraint.
Kuang Jingze followed him closely, like a silent shadow, and his military boots made regular sounds as they stepped on the ground.
Warm sunlight filtered through the diamond-shaped gaps in the ventilation ducts, refracting fragmented spots of light on the walls on both sides of the corridor, giving the two tall figures an illusory outline of pale gold.
In the interweaving of light and shadow, the hem of the guide's windbreaker fluttered slightly as he walked, like a white crane flapping its wings, forming a sharp contrast with the sentry's tightly bound black uniform.
At 6:45, Feng Langxi arrived at the security check corridor on time.
As he approached, the encrypted gates automatically lit up with blue biometric lights. His slender fingers skimmed across the identifiers as quickly as a dragonfly skimming the water, his movements so skillful that it seemed as if he had repeated them a thousand times.
Finally, the two stopped in front of a lead-gray door at the end with a simple Ganoderma lucidum pattern printed on it.
"Good morning, Doctor." After confirming the visitor's identity, a gentle female voice sounded from above their heads. "The experimental materials needed for today have been delivered. They include five junior sentinels, two intermediate sentinels, and a senior sentinel..."
"The current indoor temperature is 22 degrees Celsius. All equipment has completed self-tests. I wish you success in your research."
Hearing this, Kuang Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fingers hanging by his side tightened unconsciously.
But the next second, before the surveillance camera above his head swept over him, he had already regained his calm and indifferent attitude.
"I wish you good luck." The sentry took two steps back in silence as usual and stood guard outside the door with his body bent.
Feng Langxi seemed to be oblivious to this.
He simply threw his windbreaker behind him without even looking back to make sure it landed in the right place, and walked into the door.
The laboratory's safety lock closed quietly behind the guide, completely isolating the inside and outside of the door into two completely different worlds.
The pale light from the shadowless lamp poured down from all directions like a waterfall. Various surgical instruments were neatly arranged on the sterile table, and the metal surface reflected the cold light.
Dozens of young sentinels serving in the White Tower lay defenselessly on their restraint beds, their spirit bodies limp beside them - these lambs to be slaughtered had now completely become victims of the interests of the upper class to realize their ambitions.
And here, Feng Langxi is the absolute king who has the power of life and death.
A robotic arm silently slid over and put on his snow-white lab coat. As the last button was fastened, his always smiling ochre-red eyes suddenly shone with a terrifying light.
"The 72nd evolution experiment, recording begins."
The gentle mask cracked and peeled off Feng Lang's face bit by bit like a weathered clay sculpture, revealing the neurotic and almost crazy desire for knowledge underneath, giving him a strange and inhuman color.
Under his strong mental analysis, the monitor issued a shrill alarm.
The sentry on the experimental table suddenly began to twitch violently, with such force that it almost tore the palm-wide restraints.
At this moment, trapped in a disordered mental picture, all kinds of extremely terrifying emotional pollution surged out like a tsunami, enough to make an ordinary guide collapse instantly, but Feng Langxi didn't even blink.
"Prepare for fusion."
After locating the core part of the target's spiritual body, he cut his palm with interest. Bright red blood instantly gushed out from the wound so deep that the bone could be seen, and Tai Sui emerged from the void shortly afterwards.
Feng Langxi picked and chose on His body with the cold tip of the knife, and finally chose a relatively plump piece of tissue.
With a soft "chi" sound, Tai Sui's limbs became more broken. The cut piece of flesh moved on its own like a living thing, carrying the blood of its owner and falling into the body of the sentry.
The next second, the spirit that had been in a coma suddenly opened its bloodshot eyes and let out a heart-wrenching howl.
The spasming muscles and bones in his body were surging and boiling at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something was about to break out from under his thick fur!
[Prosperous, strong, democratic, civilized, and harmonious...] Looking at this rather cruel scene before his eyes, 030 silently recited the core socialist values in his mind.
Perhaps the "genetic selection plan" implemented by the host was indeed too radical, but ironically, for these ordinary Sentinels destined to be sacrificed and eliminated, early retirement after the experiment faded and a legal return to ordinary life was actually their best outcome...
On the other side of the lead-gray door, Kuang Jing's knuckles had already turned blue from clenching his fists. His hard nails had broken through the thin calluses and were deeply embedded in his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
In the corridor, the pale light distorted his shadow, like an animal specimen nailed to the wall.
Once again, the sentry smelled that familiar, strange aroma, mixed with the strong smell of blood, slowly seeping out from the crack of the door. But even more terrifying, he found that his heart seemed to no longer feel the pain of grief for the death of others, or the grief of his own kind. This moment made him feel like he was falling into an icy cellar...
Finally, when the metal door of the laboratory opened again, Kuang Jing saw Feng Langxi walking out leisurely against the light.
The man's snow-white cuffs were covered with dark marks, like silent wails; the blood beads condensed on the glass lenses reflected a strange light under the light, which looked particularly dazzling.
"What's wrong?" After noticing that fixed gaze, Feng Langxi casually threw his blood-stained glasses aside. The metal chain made a crisp sound when it hit Kuang Jing's chest. "You've been following me for so long, and you haven't gotten used to it yet?"
The sentry did not respond, but slowly lowered his head and took the initiative to avoid Feng Langxi's meaningful gaze.
The heavy frame left two abrupt indentations on the gentle face. Without the cover of the jewelry, Feng Langxi now looked more like he was wearing a carefully painted human skin mask.
He glanced at Kuang Jing's tightly closed lips and drooping eyelashes, and suddenly chuckled:
"Ah... I still remember the way someone greeted me the first time.
"At that time, you wanted to eat me alive, didn't you?"
As he spoke, he closed his eyes and slowly wiped his fingers, which still had blood stains between them. Feng Langxi sighed with regret:
"And now? The most loyal and brave warrior of the White Tower, how dare you not even look at me..."
Hearing this, Kuang Jing's breathing paused slightly for a moment, but he remained silent and did not respond.
The sentry knew that these experimental subjects that were continuously sent to him could only be the work of the White Tower, and that he was an accomplice to the evil - he had already recognized this reality.
Not far away, the humming sound of the ventilation system echoed in the corridor, like the dying wail of some giant creature.
"Okay, let's go out for a walk—"
During the long silence, Feng Langxi suddenly stretched casually. He narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to push all the sweaty hair on his forehead back.
"Apart from the lab, I spend every day with boring people like you...If this continues, I'll almost lose my vitality."
After he finished speaking, Feng Langxi walked away leisurely. Kuang Jing said nothing about it, but just followed him quietly.
Outside the tower, boundless twilight has enveloped the entire city, and the lead-gray clouds are so low that they seem to be within reach.
A dazzling searchlight lit up on the security wall not far away, and the white beam of light swept back and forth in the darkness, covering everything lurking there under invisible surveillance.
Occasionally, a returning bird would fly across the sky, casting only a fleeting silhouette on the towering walls.
The two passed through the last gate and came to the safe area outside the White Tower.
The night wind blew in with the chill of early spring, bringing with it a mixed smell of dust, rust and soil, which made Kuang Jing subconsciously tense up.
The hairs on the back of the sentry's neck stood up without warning in the cold. He instinctively adjusted his breathing rate to keep his five senses in top condition: a faint sound of electricity came from the iron fence at the border not far away, two rats were rustling back and forth in the sewer, and—
From a damp corner, the faint whimpering of an animal cub could be heard.
Cub?
This unexpected creature made Kuang Jing slightly stunned. He turned around and finally found the source of the sound next to an inconspicuous pile of rocks. There was a palm-sized kitten curled up in a cardboard box soaked by rainwater.
It was covered in dirt, its original pattern had become unrecognizable, its fur was almost all covered in mud, and its hands and feet were as thin as matchsticks. It looked really distressing.
"Tsk, so ugly..."
Feng Langxi poked his head out from behind Kuang Jing. He squinted his eyes and looked at him for a moment, and couldn't help but sneered.
Although he said so, the man's body kept leaning towards the cardboard box, and his feet unconsciously took a step forward.
In a flash, a strange black shadow suddenly emerged from the box - a thin sentry jumped out from the shadows at an astonishing speed and rushed straight towards Feng Langxi's face!
【careful! 】
But the warning came too late. The attacker had already pulled the trigger hard, and the silenced pistol emitted a series of deadly muffled sounds.
At this critical moment, Feng Langxi's pupils suddenly constricted. The instinct of fighting in the tide of zombies at the end of the world made him fall back dangerously. The bullet grazed his jaw, leaving a bunch of withered blood flowers.
At the same time, Tai Sui suddenly materialized from the mental image, but was intercepted by a smaller black shadow when it pounced on the attacker - the unremarkable kitten suddenly jumped up, and its sharp canine teeth accurately bit Tai Sui's trachea!
"Black-footed cat?!"
This most ferocious cat on the African continent is powerful enough to bring down prey ten times its size!
Seeing this, Kuang Jing decisively released Yu Jingzi to fight in the interval of counterattack. He recognized this iconic spirit body - this person was An Kedao, a killer who was well-known in the black market of the downtown area.
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