Chapter 280

Sure enough, the next moment, the inconspicuous lab assistant that Melo was watching suddenly snatched the most important result of this experiment—the test bottle containing the medicine made from the special protein extract, and then nimbly avoided the obstruction of other lab assistants, quickly left the encirclement, and stood behind Melo. At the same time, he handed the test bottle in his hand to Melo's arms and whispered:

"Lord Mello, you can keep it at room temperature, but the medicine must be used within an hour, otherwise the efficacy will be lost."

Only then did Bronx finally realize that the lab assistant he had entrusted with such an important task was actually a time bomb planted by the boss from the very beginning! And the boss, whom he had served for more than 20 years and shared all his research results with without any concealment, would actually stab him in the face the second after the experiment was successful!

Bronx pointed at Mello and the lab assistant angrily, his face turning pale and blue. He was so angry and unbelievable that he couldn't even curse.

The boss's smiling voice came from the running monitor: "Bronx, don't blame me. If you hadn't been so greedy and hadn't once tried to tamper with the direction of the experiment I requested, and almost ruined my good deeds, how could I have treated you like this? So, for a subordinate like you who is completely uncontrollable and only has the pursuit of science but no loyalty to the master, your ending is already doomed."

Bronx suddenly jumped in front of the monitor in anger, pointed at it like a madman and said hatefully: "You are a stinky rat who only knows how to hide in the dark and plot against others, a semi-finished product that can't even make it to the stage, do you think you can completely conquer science just by relying on power? Don't forget, I am the person in charge and researcher of this project. Without my help, you will never be able to truly appreciate the wonder and greatness of science! Without me, you can't research anything!"

However, the boss's voice remained calm: "You are wrong. Why do you think I keep so many lab assistants around you?"

Bronx's roar suddenly froze, and he looked like a proud goose whose neck was strangled and unable to cry, his eyes full of disbelief.

The boss sneered, "You see? Your usefulness ends here, and I can have more experimenters to do research for me. So, why should I continue to stay with an unstable factor like you who has lost its value?"

After saying that, without waiting for Bronx to react, the boss directly ordered: "Mello."

There was no clear instruction, but Mello already knew what he should do. He raised his gun, aimed at the ferocious Bronx, and pulled the trigger calmly, as if he was not killing a dangerous mad scientist, but just a proud big white goose.

Bronx's body fell to the ground, and the strong men in black followed behind Melo and stepped forward to control the rest of the people present. Melo walked towards the monitor gracefully, using his body to block the messy and dirty laboratory scene behind him, and at the same time, seemingly unintentionally, blocked the direction of the laboratory table.

Melo bowed slightly in the direction of the surveillance camera and said, "Boss, the potion has been sold to someone else. It only has less than an hour left to last. Please allow me to bring someone to deliver the potion to you immediately."

"Come as soon as possible." The boss was unwilling to talk to Melo, so he just gave a simple instruction and hung up the call.

Mello raised his head and looked around the entire laboratory, while giving orders to his men who had brought him with him: "Send a team to take these experimenters back to the temporary base. The rest of you follow me and make sure to cover my whereabouts."

While giving the order, Mello casually walked past the monitor and stepped on it, disconnecting the power cord of the monitor. The red indicator light on the monitor, indicating that it was working, went out instantly.

However, the experimenters were detained in time, and there were still some brave and tactless people who asked: "Mello...Mello, may I ask, what should be done with the experimental subjects? Will they be taken to the same base as us?"

Melo's face darkened and he warned, "Don't meddle in other people's business."

The man was so frightened that he trembled and dared not say a word.

Xingchuan and Ming lay on the test platform without saying a word, watching the farce in front of them quietly. He had very little time left, and he was in no mood to care about the messy infighting in the organization. He just hoped that Mello could finish the matter here as soon as possible, and then send the medicine to the boss as soon as possible.

However, after driving everyone else out, Mello's expression immediately changed. He strode towards the experimental table and looked at Xingchuan and Ming with anxiety in his eyes.

"How are you? Are they really treating you as an experimental subject?" Mello's worry was obvious.

Hoshikawa Kazuaki looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect that Mello, who was secretly envied by Momotomi and Amuro Toru, actually cared about him so much. Although the other party was still a murderer who committed a heinous crime and was still in danger, Hoshikawa Kazuaki couldn't ignore such straightforward concern. So he smiled weakly and said:

"There's nothing I can do. I'm a test subject."

A gloomy look flashed across Melo's face, and he didn't say anything more. Instead, he looked warily in the direction where the others left, then lowered his body and whispered in Xingchuan and Ming's ears:

"I know you never really wanted to join the organization. I'm sorry for dragging you in, so now I will create an opportunity for you to escape safely. I will turn off the surveillance and take away all the people in the institute. I will announce to the public that you have been secretly transported to the temporary base. You can hide for the time being and leave secretly after we leave. You must keep your identity secret in the future and never be found by the people in the organization. Remember, you must not be recognized again!"

Xingchuan and Ming were really surprised this time, and looked at Melo with disbelief. Melo didn't have time to explain, so he could only give a final word of caution, then stood up and left in a hurry.

Xingchuan Heming looked at Melo's departing back, feeling mixed emotions, and at the same time wanting to laugh. It was only now that he finally understood how deep an impression his casual help had left on Melo's heart, so deep that he would rather risk being blamed by the boss and personally create an opportunity to let him escape.

Having stayed in the institute for so long, Melo must have known how important he, the only successful experimental subject, was to the boss, but he still did it. However, Melo didn't know that he no longer had the strength to escape, let alone the need to escape.

Xingchuan and Ming sighed, and a layer of bitterness surged in their hearts again. Since making this decision, they have already let down the kindness of so many people, and now they have to add one more person? Regardless of their camp, Xingchuan and Ming are grateful for this pure kindness, but he really can't repay it.

The institute soon became empty, with only Bronx's body abandoned in the corner of the laboratory. Xingchuan and Ming lay alone on the laboratory table, clearly feeling the power draining from their bodies, and each breath was more difficult than the last. He barely gathered the last bit of energy and opened the comic book.

As expected, the boss chose to fuse as soon as he got the medicine, and then his body quickly collapsed. He didn't have the drug resistance that Xingchuan and Ming had due to repeated experiments, nor did he have the ridiculously high physical data that Xingchuan and Ming had, and he soon died of the immune disorder caused by the medicine.

The Red Team had been ready for action. After receiving Xiaozhi's reminder, they immediately launched an attack. The members of the organization were defeated and their destruction was imminent. Countless organization bases were destroyed, and countless industries controlled by the organization were closed down. The suppression of force came from the sudden attack of the joint team, and the destruction of resources was due to the in-depth investigation of Morobu Jingguang.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was only a matter of time before the organization was completely destroyed. The peripheral members surrendered one after another, and only a few stubborn ones followed Gin Kurama to escape, but how could the joint team let them go? It was just a matter of extra effort.

The main storyline is about to end, and Xingchuan and Ming finally breathe a sigh of relief. His last obsession in this world is about to be completed, and then it is time to make the comic book play its greatest role.

Hoshikawa and Akira opened the comic space. This magical space, which can rewrite fate by consuming good ratings, has been used by Hoshikawa and Akira many times. But this time, Hoshikawa and Akira did not set up any script in advance, and did not even have the energy to conceive any pictures.

Unlike every time when the process was carefully designed, this time, Hoshikawa Kazuaki only had time to leave the best result he expected. As for the process, it can only be left to the comic book and fate. I think all the good reviews I have accumulated for so long are enough to support the achievement of this result.

With his remaining strength, he used his mind to draw a very simple sketch on the comic page. It was a family photo of everyone reuniting after the Red and Black War. The picture included all four vests and all his classmates, friends and familiar people. Xingchuan and Ming hoped that everyone could survive smoothly.

This is a great wish. He doesn't know to what extent comic books can control people's fate, but since there is this opportunity, why not give it a try? Thinking began to become sluggish. Xingchuan and Ming struggled to think about what else they could do. A vague and long-forgotten plan emerged.

With his last thoughts, he activated the voting mechanism of the comic book forum. He remembered that as long as the number of likes for his four accounts exceeded half of the total reviews after the story was finished, he would be qualified to continue living in this world.

Unfortunately, I can't wait until that time.

Characters who die before the end of the story, no matter how dazzling and eye-catching, are ultimately cannon fodder. And cannon fodder is not counted in the overall ratings.

But it doesn't matter. It's good enough that the other three can survive without me. My goal was to let them all have truly independent lives in this world. Although I was missing in the end, in a sense, those three guys are also three different selves. So, it doesn't matter.

With the last bit of relief, Xingchuan and Ming allowed themselves to fall into a deep sleep.