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.

Philip felt it too. He looked

even if I don't bring this place down, it's going to be destroyed soon. Haven't you noticed?

can sense the earthquake coming.

in a century, isn't it? Terrible timing, but also perfect. I don't want any of

mouth gagged, she couldn't

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

could

a smile as he observed

child when he tormented small

satisfaction that no one

lived here were no different from those small creatures

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

that

chairman, he had access to all the drugs within the base, and

smiled, propping his chin with one hand, wondering where lan might be hiding.

kill

that vial on the table? Administer it to

"Alright."

never questioned why, nor did he plead for mercy for anyone. He grabbed the vial from the table, pulled the gag from

to pour

the moment

your mind? Do you have any idea what you're doing? Do you even know the kind of international powers

this place, even if you get out, you'll be hunted down by a slew of

have such a

Philip picked up the container next to him and splashed its contents over her. The

at her skin, threatening to make her eyeballs burst

fully aware of the base's lack of conscience and Philip's

He was determined to destroy the place, even at the cost of his

who feared nothing was

screams, his attention still fixed

for helpingbecchairman. It seems you

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