At ten o'clock in the evening in the human world, the hidden opening of the dungeon was opened by the power of a special creature controlled by someone, and several visitors were welcomed.
They wore silver-gray uniforms with a uniform black Z logo permed on the back.
Behind them was a team of security guards in plainclothes, with military long-range and close-range weapons hidden at their waists. They took the elevator all the way down to the secret laboratory.
After going through multiple protections and procedures, we arrived at the high-standard laboratory deep inside.
Even though they were separated by thick glass walls, these people still wore rubber protective suits.
Under the silver-white light, the all-glass cabin looks particularly empty. Most of the environment is blank, except for a person sitting against the wall in the farthest place from the observation room.
With his eyes closed, there was a puddle of water under his body, his skin was very white, silent, as quiet as if he had died.
After the visitors arrived, the researcher pressed a button and water began to spray from the ceiling.
The people inside moved, and finally raised their heads slowly, like a frame-lengthened slow motion, but everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.
"What kind of creature is he?"
Someone asked.
"It is still unclear. The toxin is the same as the highly toxic creature S-103 that was submitted to Babel, but the toxicity is more intense. However, according to the Babel report, S-103 does not have a humanoid form."
However, the thing behind the glass obviously has a perfect human form, except that he looks very weak and his body is covered with translucent liquid.
The soft silver-white hair was wetted into strands and stuck to her forehead, covering her eyebrows and eyes.
He looked haggard and a little pitiful.
Several people had cold outlines and serious expressions. They looked at the report sent to the computer very seriously. After carefully reading through the toxic ingredients and test results, they raised their signatures and scanned their pupils.
Confirm containment.
"We will dispatch professional escort cabins and protection teams in the next two days. Before that, we will isolate it here."
After saying that, the leading man realized something, "Where is Professor Capet?"
The researchers were a little embarrassed and looked at each other.
The man asked again, "Where is Professor Capet?"
The aura is so strong that people dare not remain silent.
"..." someone whispered, "Professor Capet has not been here for almost half a month and has been staying at his residence."
This situation is obviously unreasonable.
"As a fourth-level manager, he needs to personally open the security authority of this kind of containment. The water source of the entire experimental city has been contaminated, and others are not here?"
The man was obviously angry. He buttoned up the computer and handed it to his assistant. He stood up and walked out, "calling up his residence location."
The gorgeous and noisy huge underground city is built on countless gray industries, creating disorderly and chaotic luxury and prosperity.
It ignores the rules and trades arms, wine, beauties, various potions, and incredible mutated creatures that humans in the regular world have never even heard of. At the same time, it serves the powerful and powerful people in the regular world.
This is a paradise for powerful people, where they spend their money wantonly and live a life that ordinary humans can never imagine or reach.
Under this intertwining situation, a huge chain of wealth is still circulating and operating. Stepping into the auction is like walking into a dark and decaying palace.
The maids dressed in ancient clothes were in chaos because of these visitors.
Several senior personnel from the secret organization had clearly entered a place that was too private. This was no longer an auction, but the private residence of the owner of the auction.
Their eyes were fixed on this group of seemingly clueless women, watching them tremble under the oppression of the accompanying security guards' weapons.
"Isn't it strange that no one seems surprised that your boss hasn't shown up for so long?"
This is unreasonable.
Several women did not speak.
The boss didn't show up, the auction was still running as usual, everything was in order.
No one will question the boss's whereabouts.
"Where is Capet's assistant?"
"Fired by Mr. Capet, about three weeks ago, by himself."
"Why?"
No one answered again.
Looking at their clothes and the specifications of the building, some people frowned and teased, "The service staff here are only women, and they still wear such uniforms... What kind of bad taste is this?"
"The Capet family is an ancient aristocracy. They even call themselves blue blood because the blue veins can be clearly seen on their skin. It is understandable that they insist on some old hobbies."
Going deeper, I saw a corridor that was different from other places.
They don't care about the owner's permission, as if they regard other people's territory as their own home.
Seeing the portrait on the wall, someone stopped and said, "...wait, what's going on with this painting?"
I saw that the last painting at the end of the corridor was destroyed and splashed with paint.
Destroyed as if someone was venting their anger.
The nameplate under the portrait is engraved in gold with the words robertcapet, which is Professor Capet's name.
"Someone destroyed Capet's portrait on Capet's property?"
The man asked in confusion, "Who did this?"
The maids showed expressions of hesitation and hesitation.
But the security officer pointed his gun at it, and quickly poured out the words like beans, "Mr. Capet brought it back a month ago...it was made by a customer."
guest?
Several people did not comment on Capet's poor private life, and they tacitly understood the meaning behind the word "guest".
The corridor seemed to have come to an end here. One of the people in a silver uniform raised his hand and touched the wall and asked, "Why are there nail marks here?"
"There used to be a door here, but it's been demolished now."
"Why tear it down?"
"Some time ago, Mr. Capet's guests had the entrance blocked and the door adjusted."
It's that guest again.
The leading man raised his two fingers and made a gesture. The security officer behind him immediately opened the metal box he carried with him, took out the tools inside and placed them against the wall, making a virtual hexagonal outline.
Everyone retreated, and some maids who didn't know what was going on hid behind.
There was only a loud "bang" sound and almost no smoke, and an irregular entrance was blasted out of the wall.
Several officers in silver uniforms walked in, and the maids turned pale with fright.
The room was pitch black, and someone turned on the lighting device, filling the entire room with dim light.
This is a specimen room.
It's so big that you can't even see it at a glance.
There are many cylindrical cylinders here, each with a height of three to five meters. There are detailed introduction columns and numbers under the samples, and they all look alive and connected to countless pipes.
Most of the samples in the cylinder are not perfect and do not appear to be of high quality, but at first glance they look like they were taken from a secret laboratory.
As a member of Z, he secretly removed living experimental objects, which was bold and crazy.
Cappe controls important wealth in the underground world and is confident.
"No wonder they say that since Capet started running the auction, many low-level experimental subjects were slowly disappearing in the laboratory, and the number of death reports was increasing. It turns out that's the case."
The leading man frowned, "A month ago, someone reported that Capet secretly took away the twin sea snake mutants contained in the laboratory, forged a death report and took them away for private collection."
There are even some mutated organisms flowing into the trading market.
As we were walking, someone asked with a trembling voice, "Twin cleft-chinned sea snakes, is this what you are talking about?"
The man turned around and saw that in the direction the man was pointing, there were two smashed and empty cylindrical cylinders. On the information bar below, these were marked with the twin sea snake mutants he just mentioned.
"It was smashed and was not taken out normally."
"The cylinder data shows that it has not been opened and the pipeline is still supplying energy. This situation is an abnormal escape..."
The man looked ugly.
Then, he followed the shocked eyes of the people around him and looked in a certain direction.
I saw that starting with these two smashed cylindrical cylinders, behind them, countless cylinders were smashed open in the same way, and the glass was broken all over the floor.