Chapter 694
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The short youth was about to open his mouth when his pupils shrank. He looked up and saw two shadows approaching from behind. He could feel the murderous aura coming from them.
"Not good! They are catching up!" The short youth panicked. He had seen how these two killed his companions. He knew that they couldn't resist them. He pushed the doctor away: "Doctor, run away! We will stop them!"
Poland's face changed as he noticed Dean chasing after him. He wanted to run forward but his legs were sore and he was panicking. He almost stumbled and fell down.
At this moment, Dean had caught up. He saw the appearance of the old man surrounded by several people. Compared with the information on the file, the age and height were basically the same. He didn't hesitate anymore. He shook the bell and rushed over with Aisha.
"Doctor, run away!" The short youth roared as he pulled out his knife to meet Dean.
Aisha roared as she rushed out. Her speed was faster than Dean. She knocked the short youth to the ground and tore off his arm.
Dean went to kill the others.
They knew that they couldn't escape so they tried to resist.
Poland and the other two researchers in white coats panicked and supported each other as they desperately ran forward.
The fight ended in a few minutes. Dean and Aisha caught up with Poland. He jumped in front of the three and said: "Doctor, you are tired so take a break."
Bolan looked at him in horror. He forced himself to calm down and gasped: "Who are you? Do you know the crime of attacking our Monster Research Institute? No matter who is behind you, they will be found out!"
Dean said in a cold voice: "Talk less if you don't want to suffer. You won't die as long as you are obedient."
Bolan's face alternated between green and white as he thought, "What exactly do you want from me?"
"I want to make a hunter tool." Dean wasn't afraid to expose his thoughts: "I'll let you live after I finish."
Polan was startled for a moment, then he understood why the two of them didn't plunder the research institute's materials and experimental data, but wanted to catch him. He calmed down a little, gritted his teeth and said, "I can't make the Demon Hunter Tool alone. It's useless even if you catch me."
"So you are worthless?"
Poland's face changed: "I didn't mean that. I just want you to stop killing innocent people. If you want me to help you make a hunter tool then please let my friend go."
"Doctor has a good heart." Dean said in a cold voice: "Don't worry about your friend. You can rest assured that everything is fine as long as you are obedient."
Poland was relieved, but he felt a little strange. Those who could make the Demon Hunting Tool were big forces like the Witcher Family, or some noble above the Baron rank. Even if such forces didn't need to kidnap him, as long as they placed an order, the Demonic Creature Research Institute would tailor it for them. Why would they take such a big risk to attack the Institute?
He had a trace of doubt about Dean's identity. But he didn't show it in his heart.
Dean's mind was sharp. He guessed Poland's thoughts from his eyes. He didn't care: "Let's go back to the institute. I want to visit your institute."
Poland was surprised: "Do you want to go back?"
"Why? Don't you want to go back?" Dean asked.
Poland quickly replied: "No, no." He didn't expect that Dean wouldn't take the opportunity to kidnap him as soon as possible after attacking the institute. Wasn't he worried that their reinforcements would come?
However, going back to the institute was good for him. He hoped that Dean would stay as long as possible.
Dean took the three of them back to the institute. The place was empty. Almost all the staff had left under the escort of the guards. Dean asked: "What does your institute research on? Do you study undead?"
Poland couldn't guess Dean's thoughts: "We generally study all kinds of monsters. Undead is a kind of monster. Although they were human, but they are infected by the virus. There is no difference between them and monsters."
Dean casually asked: "Is there a way to treat them if they are infected?"
Bolan was slightly startled. He glanced at him and pondered for a moment before asking, "Are your relatives infected?" He thought about yesterday's outbreak of the plague. Many people in the city were infected. If Dean's relatives were infected, then he would take the risk to attack the institute to find an antidote.
Dean didn't deny: "Is there a way?" Then he put away his relaxed look and stared into his eyes.
Poland's heart slightly trembled. He was nervous as Dean stared at him: "If it is an initial infection then the infected tissue can be removed. But if the infection is deep and the virus spreads to the heart then it will be more troublesome. But there is still a glimmer of hope."
"What if the whole body is infected, including the brain?" Dean stared at him. Poland's muscles couldn't help but tighten as he asked.
Poland was startled: "Are you saying that they have been infected and turned into an undead? This, this … "
"How is it?"
"Basically, basically there is no cure." Poland swallowed his throat, feeling that it was a bit difficult to speak. When he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the temperature around him seemed to have suddenly dropped. It was bone-piercing cold, and there was an inexplicable feeling of panic and trembling. This feeling came from the eyes of the youth in front of him. It was an extremely cold gaze, filled with endless killing intent and infinite madness. However, it gave people a strange sense of calmness, like a frozen tornado.
"What do you mean by basically there is no cure?" Dean's voice was a bit hoarse. He clenched his fists so hard that his bones made cracking sounds. His footsteps stopped as he stared at Poland's face.
Poland's heart was pounding. He reluctantly moved his eyes away: "Undead's consciousness has basically dissipated. It is no different from death. We have been studying how to solve this problem but the progress has been slow. No, but there was a prophet who proposed a concept that if we can reunite the consciousness then we can restore the undead to human form."
"Reunite the consciousness?" Dean grasped the glimmer of hope. He pressed his hands on Poland's shoulders: "How?"
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