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.

give birth to the baby.

tight as I

staff member showed a complete disregard for the life and death of Subject Number 57. Upon witnessing three male

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

nervously at the three experimental

the pod door of Subject Number 57. He opened the door and stepped inside, squatting down beside Subject Number 57 to closely examine

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breath. With trembling hands, she moved the

averted my gaze. I couldn't bring myself to look directly. If that were to happen, Subject Number 57 would not make it. My body trembled

This was a realm beyond the grasp of the law because no one knew this place

were extremely cruel and unkind to people, treating them like mice,

to press myself against the wall. I was afraid to turn around. I was not

just once, signaling that something was amiss. It was likely that the medical staff had already identified the issue during the prenatal check-up, for they wouldn't have neglected it otherwise.

baby in his arms. We exchanged wary looks. His eyes were clear and cold, devoid of any discernible