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.

again, and Philip felt it too. He looked at Isaac with a sly

this place down, it's going to

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

a century, isn't it? Terrible timing, but also perfect. I don't want any of those people to make

eyes were cold, but with her mouth gagged, she couldn't utter a single word to try and reason with

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

base could safely

curling into a smile as he observed the

skind he experienced as a child when he tormented small creatures. As long

satisfaction that no one else could provide

were no different from those small

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

that nothing could stop him

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

his chin with one hand, wondering where lan might be

we kill

vial on the table? Administer it

"Alright."

questioned why, nor did he plead for mercy for anyone. He

to pour the

seized the moment to

any idea what you're doing? Do you even know the

get out, you'll be hunted down

chairman, you have such a bright

picked up the container next to him and

away at her skin, threatening to make her eyeballs

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

would act so swiftly and ruthlessly. He was determined to

feared nothing was the

attention still fixed on

I should thank you for helpingbecchairman. It seems you have even