In the haze, Albert seemed to be able to hear someone speaking.
"I seem to have seen this sample somewhere..." It was a thick and deep voice.
"You're too worried." Another deep voice answered the man. Although it sounded like a man, it still felt weird: "It's just a sample from the Dawn Region. This kind of pure white coat
There should be a lot of tiger people in the world."
(Alas?)
Albert felt strange and tried to move his body and struggle. But he found that he couldn't exert any strength at all. His body seemed to be anesthetized, and he was shot in a thick sky-blue gel, and his whole body was soaked in a huge
in a glass container. If his mouth had not been covered with a protective mask, he might have suffocated to death.
What kind of situation is this?!
Albert was startled and tried to recall everything that had happened before. His mind was very confused. He might have been under the influence of drugs and had difficulty concentrating. He thought for a long time before he could barely remember anything.
By the way. He remembered that he was "dating" with Chanel. He remembered that clothing store and that fitting room. He remembered that Chanel broke into the fitting room and pushed him against the wall, and then kissed him. Then
...He remembered that Chanel deceived him and injected some strange drug into the back of his head. After the drug took effect, he lost consciousness, and when he woke up again, he was already soaked in this strange container.
Already.
He felt that a vehicle was taking him forward. Through the muddy sound coming from outside the container filled with gel, he seemed to hear some kind of large gate opening, and the vehicle was carrying the contents of the container.
He drove into a certain facility.
He understood that he had been kidnapped, and possibly taken to some kind of strange research facility. Again, history was always so strikingly similar. He remembered the horrific and humiliating experiences he had experienced since he was taken away last time.
He couldn't help but be shocked. He tried to struggle and escape from the container filled with gel, but it was completely useless. The sticky gel itself might be a powerful anesthetic.
He couldn't even move a finger inside the thing, and his whole body was dominated by weakness and weakness. His body was obviously free and not tied up, but was bound by invisible shackles. This made him feel deeply.
of fear.
"Help..." He wanted to shout for help, but he could only make a grunt that was smaller than the sound of a mosquito flying.
And even if he calls for help, what's the use? This is probably the enemy's position. Even if he calls for help with all his strength, no one will come to save him.
I was tricked! I was severely tricked by that woman! What about "wanting to confirm my true feelings" and what "wanting to know if I really love you" are actually all acting! They are all to trick him.
, a line she said to make him step into her trap?!
The more he thought about it, the angrier Albert became, but no matter how angry he was, his body couldn't move at all. It was as if even his soul was imprisoned in an inescapable secret room, and his body was his shackles. What a shame.
Frustrated!
After a burst of useless anger passed, Albert couldn't help but start to worry. Where is this place? Will he be sent to a research facility of the Mohammed Business Group again and be "researched"?
And humiliation, right? Or worse... dissected like research materials, broken down into a pile of internal organs, even the brain was soaked in a vat, and ended up with a tragic end that could not survive but could not survive?
Frightened, he began to think wildly, while the vehicle carried his "coffin" into some kind of huge room. He could not see clearly through the glass container, because there were iron sheets on both sides of the container, and only the front
The area above him could barely see the outside scene. The problem was that he didn't even have the strength to turn his head. Being soaked in the gel, a large part of his field of vision was blocked by the gel, and everything around him was turbid and blurry.
------Everything is the light blue color of gel, twisted and changing with the slight shaking of the gel.
Snap.
Just when Albert was anxious and panicking, the vehicle suddenly stopped. He felt that the surrounding scenery darkened, and the vehicle may have stopped in a dark corner of this huge room.
And then...someone opened the container.
"It's time to wake up, you little slut." Someone was saying. It was the deep voice from before. It should be a man's voice, but it made Albert feel unnatural.
Albert was still lying motionless in the gel. It should be said that he couldn't move even if he wanted to. If possible, he would of course want to jump up suddenly and strangle the opponent's throat, and then find a way to escape from this place. But now he
But he realized how powerless he was. Under general anesthesia, he was just a piece of tiger meat to be slaughtered.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to add the neutralizer." The man said, and then pressed a button in the container. A pink liquid was slowly poured into the container and gradually mixed with the gel.
"Um......?"
I don’t know what the so-called neutralizer refers to, but Albert’s body, which was originally anesthetized and unable to exert any strength, seems to be gradually able to move.
"Huh!?" The moment the tiger man found that he could move, he immediately sat up from the container. He didn't even have time to take off the oxygen mask, so he reached out towards the strange figure and tried to catch him. Unfortunately, it was a pity.
Albert was in a bad state now. When he just sat up from the container, his eyes were still covered by a layer of gel, and his vision was blurred. With such a reckless grab, what he caught was only air, while the other party had already been
Dodged quickly.
"You!------" Albert just took off the oxygen mask and immediately wanted to curse.
"Shhh!!" The other party slipped in front of Albert with elegant movement, covered the tiger man's mouth, and reminded in a low voice in her original voice: "Don't be so loud, it's me."
"Chanel...?" Albert hummed angrily.
Oh, it's her, of course it's her. It was Chanel who tricked him into coming to this place, and of course it was her who appeared next to him at this time.
"Don't be so excited. Come on, wipe your face first." She handed him a handkerchief and asked Albert, whose face was covered with gel and couldn't see clearly, to clean his face first.
"You..." Albert muttered in a low voice. He wanted to curse tens of thousands of words in his heart, but decided to endure it and wipe his face clean before speaking. While doing so,
He also found that he was lying in the glass container filled with gel wearing only a pair of underwear. He had been lying like this since just now and had been watched by the woman...
Albert blushed: "What good things have you done? You anesthetized me and stuffed me into this kind of container? Why did you do this?"
"Hey, I'm sorry." Chanel said with a smile: "But I told you in advance, our purpose is to sneak into [Green Pharmaceutical Research], a subsidiary of the Mohammed Business Group.
.There is indeed a way for me to sneak in on my own, but it is not easy to bring you in too."
"Bastard!" Albert climbed out of the container staggeringly, his body still dominated by a burst of weakness. Of course he knew that he was naked at the moment, but he couldn't care so much. They had already been taken advantage of anyway.
Well, soaking in that uncomfortable gel all the time is not an option.
"You could have brought me in in tens of thousands of ways, but you have to use this method?" he complained.
"No, there is only one way. After all, you are an orc, and they generally recognize you. You will never be able to pass the security check at the entrance using ordinary methods." Chanel replied, taking out a large bath towel from her storage pocket and stuffing it to Al.
Bert.
"Even so, there is no need to anesthetize me?" the tiger man said angrily, but no matter how angry he was, he still honestly took the bath towel given to him and wiped his sticky body dry first. The orc was covered in hair.
, once these hairs get wet, they will stick together into strands, and you can imagine how uncomfortable it is.
"If I don't numb you, will you obediently let me strip off your clothes and stuff them into the stasis cabin?" Chanel said with a smile, while tearing off the fake beard stuck to her face and removing the fake skin mask on her face.
Remove it and restore her smooth white face.
"Even so, it's still too much! You should have at least told me first...!" Albert said angrily.
"Okay, okay, don't be so angry. Why don't you put on some clothes, you exhibitionist?" Chanel took out Albert's equipment from her storage pocket and handed it to the tiger man youth.
"...It's obviously you who took off my clothes." Albert blushed and took the clothes. In fact, his body was not completely dry (and his pants were also half dry and half wet).
But it was really not good to be like this in front of girls all the time, so he quickly put on his clothes. Only then did he remember to observe this place, so he looked around: "What kind of place is this?"
"Gene warehouse." Chanel replied briefly, taking advantage of Albert to change his clothes.
"Gene...what?" Albert scanned the surroundings carefully and found that this so-called warehouse contained thousands of large glass containers that were the same as the container that contained him just now, and the containers contained
It was filled with gel, and a human figure seemed to be vaguely visible in each container. There may be hundreds or even thousands of people imprisoned in the container, and we don't know where they were captured.
"A gene warehouse dedicated to orcs. Business groups kidnap orcs with special abilities from all over the world and store them here for later use." Chanel replied.
At this time, Albert also saw clearly the figure in the container next to him. It seemed to be a leopard man, and the orc was sleeping, as if he was dead. It was the same as the figure that Albert had just been lying on.
The container that was brought in was different. The container containing this leopard man had been firmly mounted on the wall shelf. It seemed that special equipment was needed to remove the container from the shelf. Imagine that there were thousands of containers in the entire warehouse.
In such a container, the orcs inside are all sleeping--or they may have woken up long ago but cannot move, imprisoned in an invisible cage.