Chapter 1362: Wait Until My Business Is Done First
The 17 who came out of the laboratory joined forces with the 19 and 20 who entered later to surround and attack the player without a number on his head. Seeing that the numberless player was at a disadvantage, he turned and rushed into the laboratory while throwing a mask outward—when the mask hit the ground, the protective masks worn by the three players with numbers on their heads all fell to the ground simultaneously, and at the same time, they stopped their pursuit into the laboratory.
The three exchanged glances. 17 transferred a sticker prop to 19's new protective mask, then followed 20 back out of the defensive barrier, while the remaining 19 took his place and entered the laboratory.
A faint white gas filled the laboratory, which should be a type of poison gas. All players entering the laboratory had put on protective masks.
Fortunately, this laboratory was full of gaps and leaks, so it wasn't difficult to see the situation inside. Apart from eleven players scattered at different spots in the lab still fighting, most of the players had already gathered in front of the reinforced warehouse at the center of the lab, confronting each other.
Including some staff members in white lab coats, a total of fifteen people were guarding inside a small blue barrier. This blue barrier was similar to the large barrier outside, but it had three layers from inside to outside, each layer thicker than the last. It not only protected the injured players and ordinary staff but also covered the reinforced warehouse behind them.
None of these people had numbers on their heads.
Outside the barrier stood nine people, each with a number on their head.
It was clear that the numberless side must have used some kind of prop to distinguish friend from foe, while the side marked with numbers should be the invaders.
The numbered side was trying to break through the defensive barrier. Although both sides had injuries, the numbered side's injuries were lighter, and they still had the strength to take turns swapping personnel.
That made sense—after fighting for so long with only this many players, it was foreseeable that not many reinforcements would come later. For now, it seemed like both sides were locked in a death struggle.
Most of the outer zone players watching from outside had no interest in this "mutual pecking among chickens." Only a few entered the lab to scavenge, and since they hadn't found anything, they were looking to kill someone to vent their frustration.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Props struck the barrier again and again. Those hiding inside the barrier also felt their hearts pound each time. After a while, a white-robed old man inside said, "The Dongfeng Laboratory really hasn't conducted live human experiments. This warehouse is full of samples from genetic disease experiments—materials meant to save the people of the secondary cities. They can't be contaminated... You've looked everywhere else, so you should know we're not lying. We really don't have what you're looking for..."
Outside the barrier, Number 3 stood in front of his companions. His protective mask covered his face, so others couldn't see his expression, but from his motionless posture and indifferent attitude, he absolutely didn't believe the white-robed old man. Likewise, his subordinates didn't pause their actions, repeatedly striking the barrier until they soon cracked it.
This panicked the staff inside the barrier, and they couldn't help cursing, "You Ya Clan people should have died out long ago! If we hadn't taken pity on you back then and given you a place to stay, what right would you have to settle in Zone 023? If we had killed you all back then, that would have been better. You're the ones who deserve to die! Did you cause the disease in Twin Cities too? You heartless dogs!"
Although the Ya Clan hadn't shown their faces, the lab side was certain of their identity—even if they weren't Ya Clan, the blame would still fall on them. The two sides were already mortal enemies, and if it weren't for that, they wouldn't be refusing to listen and insisting on killing now!
The numbered side remained unmoved by the shouting inside. Number 3 turned to his companion and said, "Don't waste time."
Number 6 nodded slightly, and after the two attacking the barrier stepped back, he placed a shabby-looking iron box on the ground.
"Placed bomb!" The people inside the barrier changed expression at the sight. A female player, supporting her arm where bone was visible through the wound, stood up and said with hatred, "If this thing explodes, the entire laboratory will be leveled to the ground. At least a few hundred people will die, all for a live human experiment that doesn't even exist!"
The so-called bomb was actually a modified high-lethality explosive—the strongest thermal weapon Zone 023 could produce. Of course, making it wasn't easy. Whether it was in the hands of Zone 023 people or the Ya Clan, it was definitely a last-resort weapon.
"It would be a shame to use it to destroy a laboratory, but if it's to cut off the chain of evil, it's worth it," Number 3 said, then signaled his people to retreat. He added, "Whether you're being wronged or not, you can ask He Yong and his two colleagues behind you. They should have been transferred to Dongfeng Laboratory about half a year ago, right?"
The people inside the barrier turned around and saw He Yong and the two standing beside him looking nervous, barely able to hide their guilt as they defended themselves, "Sowing discord—the Ya Clan's old tricks!"
Number 3 didn't waste any more words. After confirming his companions had all exited the laboratory, he pressed the remote control in his hand—but suddenly pressed empty air. Startled, he saw someone standing in front of him, a person with the number "23" on his head, holding his remote control and saying, "Close call. If the lab had been blown up, this instance run would have been a complete waste."
"Who are you!" Number 3 initially intended to force an attack to retrieve the placed bomb, but when the man in front turned around, his scalp suddenly went numb. Instinct moved faster than his brain, and he chose to retreat.
The distance between them widened. Xu Huo then said, "Everyone, calm down. Wait until my business is done before we talk."
Without giving anyone else a chance to object, he raised his hand and pulled He Yong, whom Number 3 had mentioned, out of the protective barrier. He casually injected a needle of potion into his neck.
"Don't be nervous," he signaled the lab side to stay calm, but his gaze was on the other two. "This is a truth-serum potion. It should work very well on ordinary people."
The two men's hearts sank. Because after the truth-serum potion was injected, He Yong quickly showed symptoms of poisoning and died within a few seconds.
No one was a fool. An experienced researcher on the lab side said, "He Yong was pre-injected with an anti-truth-serum potion. Our lab doesn't administer such potions to people!"
Everyone's attention shifted to the remaining two. Guilt-ridden, they turned and tried to flee into the warehouse, but the injured female player grabbed them. She placed a ring prop on one of them and said, "I have one question—you must answer truthfully!"
The prop took effect. The staff member's expression calmed, and he nodded sincerely.
"Is there such a thing as live human experiments?"
"Yes." The man answered without resistance.
The female player kicked him out in fury. He slammed into the warehouse door and died instantly.
Only one person remained. His knees went weak, and he fell to the ground. "We were just here to receive the experimental data. The person in charge of Fangcao Laboratory told us to just get the new batch of data from Dr. Duo Er!"
(Chapter End)