"What did you say?"
The researcher holding the documents instantly suspected that he had heard wrongly. He looked up with a confused expression and asked, "What do you mean by an attack?"
"Who told you not to bring your communicator? The factory of the 'Clay Idol Project' has reported an attack!"
The researcher quickly climbed down the ladder and repeated the report word by word.
"Someone has broken into Machinery Transmigration. Factories 01, 07, and 13 have all been destroyed. Putting aside the stored materials and items, the third batch of semi-finished cyborgs and the newly refined batch of Philosopher's Stones are all there. Things are serious."
He took a deep breath and said, "We have to hurry to the safe zone and gather. Factory 07 is not far from here. If the Philosopher's Stones that have not stabilized are detonated, this place will melt!"
The researcher holding the documents instantly turned pale and panicked. He pointed in a direction and said, "Mais, let's go this way. It's faster here."
After Mais came down the ladder, he picked up the toolbox on the ground, nodded, and walked forward. As he walked, he muttered, "Sigh, it's such a pity. Those cyborgs are the most perfect batch so far. Although most of them are still in the embryonic stage, their vital signs have always been very stable. Their ether affinity has also reached an unprecedented 150% …"
As he muttered, he said, "Rick, who do you think is going to attack us? Taking advantage of the fact that we've put most of our strength and attention on the new Class I Dream Beast, this timing is too perfect. "
Rick picked up a few pieces of documents that had been scattered due to the panic and said, "Don't worry so much. Do you think you can make decisions for the higher-ups just because you're worried? Let's hurry up and leave first! If it really explodes later, we'll be dead! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them heard a muffled bang. Remember the URL: m.9biquge.com.
The two of them turned their heads in the direction of the sound and saw a heavy blast door falling from a high place. They could vaguely see the deformed appearance of the door.
The door whooshed past their eyes, and then the sound of metal colliding with the ground came from below.
This was the transition zone between the two main factories. It was in the shape of a hollow sphere with many passages in the middle.
The moment the two of them subconsciously looked down, there was another "boom" from above.
This time, the sound was even louder and fiercer.
Thick smoke could be seen billowing out from the end of a horizontal passage not far away. In the blink of an eye, the smoke had already covered the upper level.
The two of them looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes. It really exploded!
"Run!"
The two of them ran in a hurry. Midway, Mais's communication device suddenly beeped.
Mais turned on his communication device and glanced at it. His footsteps froze.
"What happened?"
Rick opened a door and turned around to ask, only to see Mais' ashen face as if he had lost his parents. A bad feeling flashed through his heart.
Mais trembled as he said, "The Ether Star Destroyer Cannon has been destroyed."
Rick's eyes went blank for a moment. Then, he rushed over and snatched the communication device. He saw the message on it.
"All personnel of all departments, please take note. The Ether Star Destroyer Cannon has been destroyed. Immediately enter a level one alert state. All personnel of Class D and above, please do not leave your posts. All personnel of Class A and P, please head to the safe zone as soon as possible …"
Not long after he finished reading, the communication device sent a second message.
"Attention all personnel of all departments …"
Then came the third message, which was exactly the same.
Even though Rick was already in a state of shock, he could not help but ask, "Why are there three messages? Why? "
"Haven't you read the notice format section in the factory's manual?"
Mais was expressionless. Seeing Rick shake his head, he said faintly, "Each notice can only be sent once for the same matter."
Rick fell silent for a moment, then said with difficulty, "Which means … a total of three Ether Star Destroyer Cannons were destroyed consecutively just now."
Mais looked up at the dark sky, which had stopped raining but was still filled with darkness. He heard the sounds of collapsing coming from the factory not far away.
He felt as if the sky … had really collapsed.
—
"Boom …"
The steel frame of the building collapsed, and an explosion rang out. Raging flames leaped out from the charred building, licking the ground and walls. The entire place was filled with scorching smoke.
The reagents on the ground were ignited by the flames, causing the combustibles in the surroundings to burn even more fiercely.
One by one, the transparent glass containers on display had all been broken. Glass shards littered the ground, and light blue embryo culture fluid flowed out from within. The embryos in the fluid were pale and had lost all signs of life. Only some tubes used to inject dimensional biomass hung limply, still dripping with fluid.
"Quick! Check if there are any remnants of the Philosopher's Stone and eliminate all the traps. Then check if there are any injured or dead people. Make a judgment and save them as soon as possible. "
"Bang!" The door was knocked open, and a group of fully-equipped scholars barged in. Their mechanical armor was pitch-black and shiny, with half of it connected to the body and the other half exposed to the outside, making them appear cold and vigorous.
They first looked around and checked to make sure that there were no abnormal aether waves. Then, they raised the firearms in their hands and started to deal with the fire and the casualties.
"Check carefully and report any discoveries to me. Don't leave out any traces."
The person in charge of this factory was standing at the door. He looked at the tragic state of the laboratory with a grim expression.
Someone had barged in and destroyed all the samples of the cyborgs.
"Reporting, six researchers have been found. Five of them are dead and one is still breathing. They have been sent for treatment."
"Reporting, remnant aether traces have been found. Image analysis has been uploaded."
"Reporting, samples number 1374, 1383, 567, and 277 are missing. Experimental data has been uploaded."
The expression of the person in charge changed, and he retrieved the four sets of experimental data from the database.
The data of these four samples were all in the excellent category. Three of them were from the third batch of experimental samples, and one was from the second batch.
One of the samples from the third batch had the most perfect performance so far. It was clear that this intruder had a very specific purpose.
The remnant aether traces were from the detonation of the Philosopher's Stone in the middle of the laboratory. With the level of security of the laboratory, it was impossible for an outsider to stand in the middle of the laboratory and carry out such an operation.
In other words … the person who destroyed and looted the laboratory and was now being hunted might not be an intruder.
He was an internal member of the Truth Society.
— —
"Sigh, what a tragedy."
The scholar who was transporting the injured looked at the bloody wounds on the stretcher and couldn't help but say, "Fortunately, we are only in charge of medical treatment. Working in such a high-risk laboratory is really terrible."
The scholar in front looked back. Half of the injured's face was almost gone. He could vaguely make out that it was a young girl. "Yeah, she's half dead."
The scholar in the back asked curiously, "Speaking of which, have you seen her before? I don't think I've seen a girl of this age in this laboratory before …"
As he spoke, he reached out to check the work pass hanging around the neck of the injured.
"Chi!"
A fair and slender hand suddenly pierced through his throat like a blade. The moment blood spilled out, the injured person jumped up. The moment the scholar in front of him turned around, the injured person's arms crossed up and down, twisting the scholar's neck.
Two stunned corpses fell softly.
The injured in the scholar's white coat was as agile as a cat. He quietly opened the ventilation duct and went in.
Only blood was left on the ground.
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