Under the threat of Tang Xili's submachine gun, the bald Japanese researcher muttered in Japanese while tremblingly pressing the password and opening the door of the laboratory.
The 3-ton metal door slowly opened to both sides, and there was a small frosted explosion-proof glass door inside.
The twenty or so scientific researchers who had not yet had time to escape noticed the sound of the door outside. Their instinct for survival made them open the glass door and rush out.
But before he could run away, he was pointed at by countless dark and cold guns.
I saw countless people in camouflage uniforms guarding the door.
All the researchers were forced to retreat back to the laboratory.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
The men in white coats, their faces pale with fear, were questioning one after another in their own country's language.
The sounds are so chaotic, like a flock of birds having a meeting.
Tang Xili frowned, shot the man who was making the most noise in the arm, and said in English: "If you make any more noise, I'll kill you!"
Suddenly, there was complete silence.
Tang Xili walked past them and looked at the laboratory that Wang Tu described as terrifying.
The laboratory is very large, covering over 3,000 square meters. The voltage is unstable and hundreds of lights on the ceiling are constantly flashing.
Looking around, various advanced research equipment are displayed in an orderly manner on the left, and on the right are countless small rooms separated by glass.
In the center stood two rows of huge glass cylinders, inside which were human specimens soaked in formalin solution.
There were conjoined twins, people with their internal organs eviscerated, whole people sliced up, skinned, and deformed.
These specimens include adults, children, and babies.
Tang Xili moved among the specimens, pulled down her mask, and glanced at Wang Tu, her eyes seeming to say, "Is this what you call horror?"
Wang Tu handed her a report, his expression heavy. "Evelyn, these people...were all dissected alive. They injected the virus into their bodies, and then ran experiments over and over again to collect data..."
"Dissecting alive?"
Wang Tu nodded. "Yes, they dissected the bodies alive. After repairing the generator, I went to check the fifth floor, which I hadn't checked before. I found two hundred living people imprisoned there, most of them were Chinese..."
Who could have imagined that in today's well-informed world, there exists such a horrific hell hidden away? It's simply outrageous!
"Two hundred living people?" Tang Xili frowned. The power was out just now, so she didn't go down to check.
This matter was more complicated than she expected.
"This must be made public," Yong Zhixu said in a sad and indignant tone. "This inhumane human experiment must be made known to the whole world."
Tang Xili nodded, thought for a few seconds, and then made arrangements in an orderly manner. "Wang Tu, your team, take all the lab reports and go out immediately. Contact the local media and call the police. The sooner the better."
Yong Zhixu also said to Song Ci, "Your team, rescue the people first and head to the retreat point."
"Yes." Wang Tu and Song Ci took action immediately.
After finishing the arrangement, Tang Xili walked towards the small room separated on the right side of the laboratory.
Room 1 was an operating room. On the operating table was a half-dissected corpse, its belly held in place with forceps. She went in to take a look and saw that the internal organs and blood were fresh...
She opened the door of room 2 again. Inside lived a living girl with facial deformity. The word marked on the wall was not the girl's name, but: Experimental subject.
She looked around one by one, and found that every room was filled with living experimental subjects.
When she reached the end and counted down the rooms, she was suddenly stunned.
I saw a white bed lying horizontally in the middle of the small room.
A young girl was lying on the bed, wearing an oxygen mask and with various instrument tubes inserted into her body.
Tang Xili walked in and saw the girl's face clearly under the light. Surprisingly, she looked exactly like her!
Although it is known that there are clones of her in this world.
But seeing it with my own eyes was another kind of surprise.
She glanced at the bedside patient's information: Evelyn No. 2, kidney failure, pulmonary edema, cirrhosis...
The monitor was beeping, and all it showed was a steady straight line, indicating no vital signs.
In other words, the equipment that was originally keeping it alive is now free because the power supply has been destroyed.
Yong Zhixu followed her and looked at the person on the bed with some surprise, "She is..."
Tang Xili did not tell him about the cloning.
"This is my clone," she introduced, her tone calm.
After leaving this room, the two went to another room next door.
Her clone, Evelyn No. 3, was as thin as a skeleton and covered with terrible bedsores. She was also dead.
The next room was Evelyn No. 4, who was still alive and coughing up blood while covering her mouth.
Obviously, there was something wrong with the body.
"Who are you? Why do you look exactly like me?" The moment their eyes met, Evelyn No. 4 was stunned.
Tang Xili did not answer, her long eyelashes drooped, and no one knew what she was thinking.
After a moment, she raised her hand, expressionless, and shot through the clone's eyebrows.
Number 4 died instantly.
The second to last room, Evelyn No. 5, looks about 6 years old.
Wearing a blue hospital gown, holding a teddy bear toy, he huddled in the corner, shivering.
The sudden power outage scared her and she started sobbing softly.
Noticing someone opening the door, she slowly raised her head, her deer eyes filled with nervousness and fear.
The more Tang Xili looked, the colder her eyes became.
"Wa wa..." At this moment, a baby crying sound came from the last room. Yong Zhixu hesitated for a moment, took a step and walked in.
There was a wooden crib in the room, and inside it lay a baby about seven or eight months old.
The baby was chubby and wore a cute little skirt. When she heard the footsteps, she stopped crying and stared at him curiously with her watery eyes.
After watching for a few seconds, the baby girl suddenly smiled, opened her chubby little hands and stretched them towards him, as if wanting him to hold her.
Yong Zhixu raised his eyes and glanced at the information on the wall: Evelyn No. 6, 0 years and 8 months old.
There was a storm in his eyes, which meant that eight months ago, Tangxi Lidu was still copied.
This is ridiculous. What on earth is Max going to do?
Do you want to use these fake ones to replace the real ones? After all, the appearance and fingerprints are the same.
In the crib, Evelyn No. 6, who didn't get a hug, pouted and started crying again.
The loud cry brought Yong Zhixu back to his senses. He bent down, helped the baby sit up, then pushed the crib up and left the room.
Looking at the pink baby, Tang Xili's face gradually became gloomy. Don't tell her that that was also her.
"Heh..." She laughed angrily.
The air pressure in the laboratory dropped by the second, and there was a dead silence as if a storm was about to come.
The men in white coats didn't dare to make a sound.
Tang Xili turned back with a gloomy face and said in an extremely cold voice, "Who is Professor Hilgard?"
There was silence and no one answered.
"Bang!" Tang Xili raised her gun and fired three shots in a row, hitting the thigh of the man in the white coat closest to her. She roared, "Don't make me say it again!"
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