Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

What the hell was this guy up to?

Sarah rushed to the central hall, only to discover that the central monitor began streaming footage from other areas.

People in those regions had started to die one after the other, meeting their ends in gruesfashion.

Panic gripped the researchers in the hall; everyone was asking.

"What in the world is going on? What's this guy up to?"

"He's unleashed all the subjects meant to be weapons. Damn it! We're all gonna die here! We've done too many dirty deeds, and

now it's payback time."

"The modified subjects are going to slaughter us all."

Philip propped his chin in his hand, watching the screens with a fascinated gaze. Isaac, who should've been in charge of the

surveillance room, was now bound hand and foot, sitting on the floor to one side.

Phil stood in front of her, gripping a sharp dagger in his hand. He didn't know what Philip was planning, but he was ready to back

him up, no matter what.

Isaac was getting on in years but had aged well. Now, she watched Philip's actions in shock. Not only had he released the test

subjects, but he had also injected them with a drug that made them frenzied.

Though these subjects weren't as formidable as Subject 8, their ferocity and agility were terrifying.

To these killing machines, the researchers were enemies, targets to be eliminated without mercy.

Had Philip lost his mind? This could destroy the entire base.

then, the ground trembled slightly again, and Philip felt it too. He looked at Isaac with a

down, it's going

can sense the earthquake coming. When exactly? Who can say. It's probably

timing, but also perfect. I don't want any of those

cold, but with her mouth gagged, she couldn't utter

had stood for many years; surely they knew how to withstand an earthquake. Any tremor below

base could safely

watched the monitors, his lips curling into a smile as he observed the researchers being slain.

he experienced as a child when he tormented small

satisfaction that no one else could

lived here were no different from those small creatures

briefly, attempting to intervene, but Philip's eyes were too excited, fixated on the

everyone that nothing

drugs within the base,

with one hand, wondering where lan might be hiding. Phil, holding the dagger, asked curiously,

we kill the

that vial on the table? Administer

"Alright."

plead for mercy for anyone. He grabbed the vial from the table, pulled

and began to pour the liquid down

seized the moment

idea what you're doing?

out, you'll be

have such a

the container next to him and splashed its contents over

at her skin, threatening to

screamed, fully aware of the base's lack of conscience

He was determined to destroy the place, even

nothing was the most dangerous

his attention

seems you have even more power than Sarah,