"Your Mightiness?"

Mr. Cambourne, the head of the laboratory, led the laboratory staff and the expert who treated Song Yiwei to transfer to Channel B.

The so-called B channel is different from the road on the stump. The B channel directly leads to a forest near the exit of Qianqiu Forest. There are special cars to pick them up outside the forest, which will not arouse anyone's suspicion.

The laboratory regularly has evacuation exercises on emergency situations, so even if the evacuation order is suddenly put in an orderly manner.

Nearly hundreds of experimental subjects were imprisoned in the laboratory. Those hunters who accidentally entered the forest and the drivers passing by were their best experimental subjects.

All the experimental subjects were injected with inhibitors and handcuffed, just like escorted prisoners. At the front, two experimental personnel led the way.

Cambourne had already evacuated with everyone. I remembered that there was an experimental data that had not been destroyed yet. I returned to the laboratory and saw Song Wenjun standing in front of the center console. I was surprised, "Your Excellency, the police will find this place soon, you..."

"Well, you guys go first."

Song Wenjun stared at the surveillance screen with dark red eyes, standing behind the silver and iron safety gate, fumbled up and down, and knocked, Mu Zhen, who was trying to find the security gate mechanism, had a gentle smile on the corner of his lips.

Song Wenjun has a gentle and handsome appearance, and his smile can easily make him feel good, so he let go of his guard.

However, Cambon, who had been with Song Wenjun for many years, knew very well that the gentler the smile, the more obvious the murderous intent behind him was.

Cambern followed Song Wenjun's gaze and saw the figure of the young man on the surveillance display. He knew that this young man would probably not be able to survive.

Since he is destined to be a dead person, he is naturally not worthy of his attention.

Camben's eyes quickly moved away from the surveillance screen, bowed to Song Wenjun, destroyed all the experimental data in the laboratory, and left quickly.

The silver and iron gate can only be opened from the inside, and even if it is a bomb, it cannot be blown up.

"Do you want to come in? Then I will give you my help."

Song Wenjun looked at the surveillance screen, a strange light flashed through his eyes, and his index finger pressed on a brown button on the center console.

...

Mu Zhen was touching the silver and iron security door.

Suddenly, the silver door showed signs of opening.

Mu Zhen took a cautious step back with a gun in his hands, and his eagle eyes stared sharply at the security door rising from the bottom.

The obvious fluctuations in the air flow.

There was a "bang".

A bullet shot out from the 9mm thick muzzle in Mu Zhen's hand.

"Tick, tick--"

Bright red blood dripped onto the ground.

Browning's muzzle was filled with white smoke.

There was no one in front of me.

Mu Zhen's eyes were slightly dark.

The speed of the little rose after mutating was already extremely fast. The person who attacked him just now was no longer as fast as the little rose.

Even if he had not been in contact with the Dark Little Rose before, he concluded that whenever she moved quickly, the airflow in the air would undergo obvious and substantial changes, and he would not shoot that shot in time.

Then, it may be a little bit more to say whether he can stand here safely now.

...

Song Wenjun's shoulder was shot.

After many years, since he became a mutant, Song Wenjun hasn't tasted injured for a long time. How is bleeding a good thing?

Unexpectedly, I almost fell into Mu Zhen’s hands today.

Song Wenjun knew that he underestimated the enemy.

He relied on Mu Zhen's impossible discovery, so he launched a direct attack on the moment the iron gate opened.

Song Wenjun didn't expect that Mu Zhen would shoot at that moment.

This shot was just a coincidence...

Or did Mu Zhen see him?

No, it is impossible.

He had contacted Mu Zhen. Mu Zhen had not injected with mutant cells and had a special pheromonal smell that would be produced. Mu Zhen was just an ordinary human.

Ordinary humans were able to discover him and even hit him.

Song Wenjun's dark red eyes contained a strange and murderous light.

He underestimated him...

Song Wenjun covered his injured chest and walked at the end of the retreating team.

...

Guan Leng's face changed when he heard the gunshot.

He held his Lorok pistol, known for his dexterity, and ran quickly to the place where the gunshots were fired.

Lin Dahai made a gesture of following up, and the police officers from the Dewan Branch Detachment followed carefully.

Guan Leng and their current location are near the exit of the passage.

Guan Leng quickly ran out of the dimly lit passage, and his vision gradually became widening.

Not long after he ran along the passage, he saw a large silver and iron gate.

Guan Leng walked forward.

His eyes fell on the drops of blood on the ground. He squatted down, his thumb and index finger were put together, and some blood was applied, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and the expression on his face became solemn.

It's human blood!

There was a sound of footsteps behind me.

Guan Leng did not look back. From the sound of his well-trained footsteps, he could hear that the police officers from the Dewan Branch Detachment were chasing him.

Guan Leng stood up.

Lin Dahai and other police officers also changed their faces slightly when they saw the blood stained on Guan Leng's fingertips and the blood on the ground, and there were obvious concerns in their eyes.

Although they had just met Mu Zhen and Guan Leng, it was obvious that in the hearts of these police officers, Guan Leng and Mu Zhen had already regarded Guan Leng and Mu Zhen as their own people.

Especially Mu Zhen, he has the mysterious charm that makes people want to follow easily.

No one spoke, they all looked solemn, waiting for Guan Leng to give the next instructions.

Guan Leng originally didn't like these passive and slacking police officers, but he did not forget that when he reported the case at the police station last night, these people were arrogant and disapproving. Even two hours ago, the group of people left him and his uncle in the forest, trying to teach him and his uncle a lesson.

Guan Leng had no good feelings for the police officers of the Dewan Branch Detachment, but at this moment, looking at their wholehearted trust in him and their worries about Mu Zhen in their eyes, Guan Leng decided to forget the previous unhappiness behind his mind.

He made an encirclement gesture to them.

Others know.

Guan Leng walked in front, and the others followed in cautiously.

Guan Leng led a team to encircle the laboratory.

The experimental bench, test tubes, utensils, and various scientific instruments were realized when everyone entered that it seemed to be an underground experimental base.

All doors in the test tube laboratory are made of transparent glass. Whether there are any hidden people is actually clear at a glance.

But the more this happens, everyone dare not take it lightly.

The instruments and equipment here are too dense, so who can know if there are people hiding under the equipment and the experimental table?

Guan Leng made a separate search gesture.

The policemen quickly scattered.

Guan Leng found Mu Zhen in one of the transparent glass rooms.

Because the laboratory equipment was blocked, Guan Leng did not see Mu Zhen at the beginning.

He found this place after searching one by one.

"My uncle?"

Guan Leng found Mu Zhenshi, and Mu Zhen was holding a bloody broken palm in his hand.

This made the two policemen following Guan Leng gasp when they saw the broken palm, and another younger one ran to the side to retching.

Mu Zhen: "..."

I miss those guys in the army.

If his boys were following in at this time, they would have snatched the broken palm from his hand and started to study it.

Guan Leng put away the gun in his hand and walked in.

Guan Leng noticed the sharp claws that looked like sharp blades growing from the tips of his broken palms and fingers at a glance.

He first looked up and down at Mu Zhen. Seeing that Mu Zhen didn't look like he was injured by a gunshot, he knew that there was most of the blood at the door, not his uncle's.
To be continued...