Deep in the forest shrouded in toxic fog, in an abandoned biochemical base
When everyone's gaze fell upon the faces inside the three vacuum chambers, their pupils suddenly contracted.
In each of the three vacuum chambers lay a person, all with their eyes closed and lifeless.
What's truly astonishing is that all three of them have the same face.
Everyone present recognized that face—Vito Rosso.
"It's fake, right..."
The petite Leng Ruxue couldn't help but reach out and lightly rub her eyes, her small mouth slightly open, her eyes filled with disbelief.
In the Frozen Ghost Realm, she witnessed this person being frozen into an ice sculpture by Xiao Wujie.
In that kind of environment, frozen into an ice sculpture, no one could possibly survive!
Even more unbelievable is that there are three identical Vito Rosso lying in the vacuum chamber in front of them!
The face, body shape, and even the length of the hair are exactly the same, just like a one-to-one replica.
Lu Zhufeng's brows furrowed into a deep frown. In his shock, the first thought that crossed his mind was that the three people in front of him were just a one-to-one replica of a mold.
Thinking this, he immediately strode forward and pressed the switch on the vacuum chamber.
As the vacuum chamber door opened, his fingers instantly touched the slightly cool cheek of the person inside, and the real touch made him momentarily stunned.
Undeterred, he opened two more vacuum chambers, but the result was the same.
His expression went blank for a moment, then a glint of light flashed in his eyes.
He immediately reached to his waist, pulled out a sharp knife, and then grabbed the person in the cabin's hand. The knife flashed coldly as he lightly sliced through the person's hand.
A bloody gash instantly appeared on the pale hand he was holding, from which bright red blood gushed out.
If you smell it closely, you can also detect the unique, slightly fishy-sweet smell of blood.
His fingers unconsciously clenched slightly, and Lu Zhufeng silently turned around, a rare hint of bewilderment appearing in his gaze as he looked at the crowd.
Upon seeing this, the two contact men's eyes flashed. The old man then stepped out and came to the front of the vacuum chamber, covering the eyelids, neck, and wrists of the person inside the chamber with his slightly withered hands.
A moment later, the old man suddenly turned around and looked at Chu Liyue, who was radiating an icy aura, with a slightly trembling gaze.
He pursed his lips slightly, his throat felt dry, and then he spoke with difficulty and a hoarse voice;
"President Chu..."
"Clone...human..."
His tone was certain yet tinged with a hint of uncertainty, as if he couldn't quite believe his own guess.
A cold glint flashed in Chu Liyue's deep, dark eyes. Her brows furrowed, and she nodded silently with a slightly cold expression.
The moment she stepped into the laboratory and saw the person inside the cabin, she understood everything.
She had already suspected it when she first noticed Deadpool's presence.
The fact that they were able to infiltrate God's abandoned base silently without being detected proves that they must have some connection with God.
There are only a handful of people capable of creating Deadpool, and Vito Rosso is one of them.
Those Deadpools were actually his preliminary experiments to create one-to-one clones. The one that Xiao Wujie dealt with was a one-to-one replica, with a memory chip implanted in its brain.
At first, she was puzzled. Having lived in the far north for so many years, how could he not know his own limitations and what the Frozen Ghost Realm was? Under such circumstances, how could he dare to personally venture into the Frozen Ghost Realm?
This question has finally been answered today. He himself was hiding behind the scenes, putting a clone inside, so that even if it died inside, it wouldn't affect him.
Although cloning technology has existed for many years, cloning "humans" is an absolute taboo even in a lawless place like God.
This involves not only technical issues, but also numerous ethical and humanistic concerns. Before addressing these hidden dangers, hastily researching and using this technology will only lead to disaster.
He really has no bottom line at all...
"We've fallen for their trap..."
He murmured softly.
Xiao Wujie unconsciously tightened his grip on Chu Liyue's hand, his usually calm and deep eyes darkening.
"Contact Sister Qingyi."
He closed his eyes briefly, then suddenly spoke, his usually gentle and carefree voice now tinged with boundless coldness.
An extremely cold aura silently spread from him, surging into every corner of the room like a tide, sending chills down everyone's spines.
He didn't name names, but Lu Zhufeng knew he was being spoken to.
To be honest, he had never seen Xiao Wujie get angry.
But sometimes, a silent, unspoken anger is far more terrifying than a fierce glare or a thunderous roar.
Although his face was indifferent at this moment, one could still clearly feel the icy storm hidden beneath his calm expression.
Startled by the suppressed rage he had never seen before, Lu Zhufeng immediately took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
The room, filled with a chilling atmosphere, was completely silent, save for the constant vibration from the phone.
Time passed second by second, and everyone's breathing slowed down involuntarily because of the chilling aura that was so intense it was almost unbearable.
Seeing that there was still no response on his phone screen, Lu Zhufeng gritted his teeth and was about to dial again.
"Contact Yunmo."
Feeling Chu Liyue's warm palm silently envelop his tightly clenched hand, Xiao Wujie was startled and loosened his grip slightly, but his voice remained icy cold.
After lightly rubbing his fingers, which were already soaked with sweat, Lu Zhufeng immediately dialed Yunmo's number.
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