Revenge After Death

Chapter 490

"Help! Please help! She's about to give birth!" I urgently pounded on the pod's door and pleaded with the staff to rescue Subject Number 57, but it seemed as though they couldn't hear me.

With a mere glance at Subject Number 57, they turned away and headed toward the door of the male experimental subjects.

The staff member was recording while talking at the same time, "Ever since Subject Number 77 entered the lab, the manic behavior of these male subjects has escalated. Administer a 50% concentration of nitrous oxide to calm them down."

The staff member started operating the control panel, but one of the experimental subjects accidentally damaged it while slamming the door, causing a short circuit. Unfortunately, the staff member failed to notice the damage.

I tried to smash the door angrily to distract the staff member. However, I was not strong enough and they didn't take me seriously. I yelled, "Asshole, help her!"

The life of Subject Number 57 was fading fast, and a pool of blood flowed from her lower body as she struggled to save herself. She was determined to bring her child into the world on her own.

Despite growing up in a laboratory and lacking understanding, her maternal instinct was unwavering. She was resolute in her desire for her child to live.

pushed her belly desperately, hoping to safely give

as I pleaded with them to save Subject

life and death of Subject Number 57. Upon witnessing three

to administer an injection, only to have his neck seized by one of the experimental subjects who had abruptly regained

her..." I glanced nervously at

toward the pod door of Subject Number 57. He opened

appeared to anticipate the outcome as she reached out to grab the Swiss Army Knife from Subject Number 63's

Number 63, she took a deep breath.

If that were to happen, Subject Number 57 would not make it. My body trembled slightly as I leaned against the corner, gripping

experimental subjects had died before my arrival? This

workers in this laboratory were extremely cruel and unkind to people, treating them like mice, cats, and dogs.

press myself against the wall. I was afraid to turn around. I was not scared. Rather, I found it impossible

signaling that something was amiss. It was likely that the medical staff had already identified the issue during the

approached my pod with the baby in his arms. We exchanged wary looks. His eyes were clear and cold, devoid of any discernible emotion.