Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Sarah knew that lan couldn't buy too much time. After all, those things were her own creation. She quickly composed herself and

retrieved the explosives, distributing them among the small group gathered before her.

"Find scorners, especially near doors, and set the explosives there. But remember to keep your distance from us - the blast

from these things is fierce."

It had taken her three years to develop this explosive, which was many times more powerful than standard dynamite.

The ground had already shuddered once. If the explosives were added to the mix, an earthquake and landslide could very well

follow soon after.

At that point, the research base would either be blown to the surface or buried forever underground. But there was no choice left.

As lan had pointed out, waiting around was a death sentence.

A few people quickly set off with their explosive-laden backpacks, donning an extra layer of protective gear. With the majority of

people in the main hall wearing similar suits, and with Philip's focus fixed on lan, the big screen continuously displayed lan's face

and his dire situation.

lan was dodging attacks from Subject 8, managing to avoid them but still looking ragged.

Subject 8's strength was beyond human, fixating on lan like a predator poised to pounce. lan had just taken a punch that made

every breath a painful effort.

going to be devastated. My only

were here, Philip could've taken them all down in

Subject 8's assaults. Philip watched with interest, even pouring himself a glass of

was the bodies lying

had everything one could need, a testament to Isaac's influence, something

Philip; if it weren't for her feelings for Phil, she would've killed Philip long ago. But she

Philip, his family, was everything. And because she hadn't,

again dodged an attack

was fierce; he needed to survive to see his family again, and

them escalating. The other test subjects, eager

unable to get close.

Walter and a few others had placed the explosives in designated spots. But when it ctto

hesitated.

the base had led him there, along with rumors that a genius from the Moore family might have

experiments.

far more terrifying than he had imagined. It was likely that the genius

dead, used for experiments.

had got the explosives prepared, and then asked his companions standing near

"Yeah."

clock on the wall ticked away the minutes. They had three minutes to activate the bombs and then retreat to

to die, but the sight of the test subjects’ relentless killing spree made him think that this must

looked like.

slowly, and the

started running back. The explosive had

the tthey reached the central hall, it

suits had melted from intense heat exposure, yet the fight against

continued with ferocity.

bruised. Amidst the