It looked as though the pressure would rupture his flesh at any second.
Dark crimson blood poured relentlessly from his nose and mouth.
It dripped off his chin, splattering against the metal table.
Drop. Drop.
The sight was terrifying.
The loudmouthed doctor who had been eager to impress Dr. York happened to be standing closest to the bed.
All the blood drained from his face. He spun around, desperate to run.
Asset 07 swung his massive, vein-roped arm in a vicious arc.
Smash!
The doctor was launched across the room like a ragdoll, slamming brutally into the reinforced wall.
His body exploded on impact.
Blood and gore rained down on the pristine floor.
He didn't even have time to scream before he was reduced to a sickening smear of crimson on the sterile white tiles.
"Ahhh! He's rogue! He's gone rogue!"
The arrogant experts, doctors, and pharmacists lost their minds, shrieking in absolute terror.
The room descended into pure chaos.
"Open the door! Let me out of here!"
"I'm not dying in here! Open the damn door!"
Staring at the pulverized remains of their colleague, the men scrambled over each other, crawling and sliding in the blood as they fought to reach the exit.
Some collapsed, their legs turning to jelly.
Others huddled behind medical equipment, trembling so violently they could barely breathe.
It was a massacre waiting to happen.
Dr. York was ghost-pale. He practically threw himself at the control console, frantically trying to adjust the dosage. "Push the stabilizers!"
"No... the neural inhibitors aren't working!"
"Why isn't it reacting?! What about the repair fluids? Why isn't anything working!"
"This... this is impossible!"
The numbers on the screens were a chaotic blur.
Every single vital sign had plummeted into critical failure.
The cutting-edge serums they had banked on were now completely useless.
Asset 07 stood tall on the operating table.
He was a towering mass of muscle, drenched in blood.
Every breath he took flooded the room with the suffocating scent of copper.
His bloodshot, clouded eyes swept over the terrified humans cowering in the room. He was hunting for his next victim.
Dr. York froze, his arrogance completely shattered.
He whipped his head around, screaming at Silas and the security team. "Shoot him!"
"Fire! Shoot him right now!"
"He's completely feral! If you don't shoot, we're all dead!"
The guards raised their rifles.
But none of them dared to pull the trigger.
They knew exactly how much this sentient cargo was worth.
One bullet could destroy the multi-million dollar investment forever.
Asset 07 had already been sold.
If he died here, it wouldn't just be a failed transaction.
The executives at the top would ensure none of them lived to see tomorrow.
Cold sweat poured down Silas's
face. He stared at the unstable
monster, realizing it was set
away from tearing itself apart. anyway.
He snapped his gaze to Serena.
She hadn't moved an inch. Even faced with a rampaging biological weapon, her expression was utterly serene.
She just stood there in the blood, watching the massacre unfold as if it were a boring theatrical play.
"Miss Serena!"
Silas's voice cracked with desperation, bordering on a plea.
Serena arched an eyebrow, her eyes
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Before she could finish, Silas
pla Could finish, Silas
Eight million dollarset
"I'll pay! I'll just
dot now!"