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.

trembled slightly again, and Philip felt it too. He looked

it's going

sense the earthquake coming. When exactly? Who can say.

perfect. I don't want any of those people to make it

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

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

base could

curling into a smile as he observed the researchers

a child when he tormented small creatures. As long as he saw any

fulfilled, a satisfaction that

here were no different from those small

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

that nothing could stop him

drugs within the base, and he could monitor

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

kill the

the table? Administer

"Alright."

plead for mercy for anyone. He grabbed

pour

the

idea what you're doing? Do you even know

if you get out, you'll be hunted down by a

such a

to him and

at her skin, threatening to make

aware of the base's lack of conscience and

ruthlessly. He was determined to destroy the place, even at the cost

man who feared nothing was the

ignored her screams, his attention still fixed

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