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Chapter 610 Experimental Subject

This was the first time he had cooked so many dishes and he had put a lot of thought into it, yet no one seemed satisfied.

"I think it's pretty good. Brother Zhou Yijun is really caring. I'm tired of eating those nutritious meals every day in the hospital. It's a different taste to have some porridge and side dishes occasionally!"

Liu Yue actually said this on purpose for Lin Xiaolong to hear. She really didn't want to eat those nutritious meals anymore. She was really scared of them.

"Really? I'm glad you like it. Everyone, please feel free to try it."

After everyone sat down, Wang Yang took out his treasured wine. He got this wine from the old leader last time. He usually couldn't bear to drink it, but today it was a bargain for Liu Yue.

"Come on, let's toast to celebrate our victory! And to Liu Yue's successful discharge from the hospital and her finding a good partner! Cheers!"

The villa was brightly lit and everyone was immersed in the joyful atmosphere of celebrating various events.

However, there was one person who was burning with rage and was fuming with anger.

"Have you ever seen a president of any country being sent back like a commodity? This is a great disgrace and shame! We were about to accomplish our mission, but you actually let Wang Yang slip away right under your noses. What use do I have for you trash!"

The US President was furious and slammed his hands on the table, as if he was going to smash it to pieces. He stared at the group of trembling subordinates below with his eyes wide open, and the anger in his heart was rising.

He was only one step away from killing two birds with one stone, capturing Wang Yang and the traitor. But who could have thought that he would be attacked by surprise? If this matter were to get out, where would he put his face? He would have no face to continue to live in the underworld!

"Mr. President, you have to blame yourself for this. You asked us to stay in the back cabin at that time, and we had no idea what was happening in the front. We did hear gunshots later, but who could have thought..."

A subordinate dressed in black beside the president trembled as he tried to defend himself. It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, but when he did, the US president became even more furious.

"Are you guys stupid? Can't you go check out the situation ahead? Now I finally understand why Wang Yang has been playing you around for so many years. None of you have any brains!"

The US president had a ferocious face, his eyes were as big as bells, veins bulged on his forehead, and he looked like a mad lion, ready to devour anyone at any time.

"It seems there's no point in keeping you around. Drag all of you to the lab and be guinea pigs! It's a waste of resources for me to keep you useless people!"

When the people around heard that they were going to be taken for human experiments, they were so scared that their faces turned pale, their legs became weak, and they all fell to their knees. They had heard about the cruelty of those experiments. Even the leaders of the mercenary organizations could not stand it, let alone ordinary people like them.

"Mr. President, please give us another chance! We promise to kill Wang Yang this time. If the mission fails, you don't have to do anything. We will go to the laboratory by ourselves. Please have mercy and give us another chance!"

The US President sat on a chair, looking coldly at the large group of his men on the ground. These people were all defeated by Lin Xiaolong before. Letting them assassinate Wang Yang again would undoubtedly be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, seeking their own death.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to bring them to the laboratory to add to his experimental data. Moreover, these people's physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people, and they are perfect experimental materials.

The US President waved his hand impatiently, and the people around him immediately understood what he meant.

"Take them to Lab 1. Dr. Zhu is getting impatient waiting."

"President! We can really accomplish the mission! Please spare us the experiment, please!"

Seeing someone coming to pull them, the people kneeling on the ground were trembling with fear, their legs felt like sieves. When they thought of the tragic scenes of the experimental animals being disemboweled in the laboratory, their calves began to cramp uncontrollably.

Who can walk out of the lab alive? No one! Except for that one exception.

"Pull it down quickly and stop bothering me here!"

The people who were taken away looked deathly pale and had empty eyes. Some even wet their pants out of fear.

"Mr. President, what are your plans next? Although these people can add a lot of data to Dr. Zhu's database, it will be difficult to find someone with excellent physical fitness who can compete with James."

"Humph, as long as our genetic experiment is successful, even a small bird can kill those people without a burial place. They should feel honored to be a part of the experiment."

The President of the United States stood up, slowly walked to the window, looked at the scenery outside, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a sinister smile.

"I will pay you back a hundredfold and a thousandfold for all the humiliation I've suffered during this period! Just wait and see!"

At this moment, his mind was full of anger and hatred, and he wished he could catch Wang Yang immediately and cut him into pieces.

When he thought of the humiliating treatment he had suffered in other countries, he trembled with anger and his teeth chattered.

Which president was sent back in a pet delivery box? He will never forget that humiliating scene!

There was also the trembling old man. Although he didn't see the other person's appearance clearly, he knew in his heart that it must be that person who was behind it.

"Wang Yang, I must bring you to my lab. I want to see what your brain is made of to allow you to escape from my pursuit time and time again!"

"And that old man, I will never let you go. Just prepare to bear my wrath!"

Outside the window, a little bird landed on the glass house of a nearby laboratory. It was hopping around happily and pecking at something on the roof. But in less than three seconds, it fell headfirst onto the glass house.

Looking closely, the glass house was covered with countless bloodstains of varying depths.

"All of you should die like these beasts! One day, I will take back everything that belongs to me, and none of you will be able to escape!"

The eyes of the US President were completely blinded by hatred. When he thought of those who betrayed him, he felt so angry that he wanted to eat them alive.

"What is so charming about Wang Yang that you are all drawn to him? When I take care of him myself, I will show you who is the real rule maker! Don't regret it then!"

The president was furious and punched the glass. With a loud bang, the glass instantly broke into pieces, with fragments flying everywhere. "President! Don't hold your anger in your heart and torture yourself. Those guys will fall into your hands sooner or later."

The secretary at the side was frightened by this sudden change, and his intestines were almost green with regret. When he ran for the position of presidential secretary, he was as active as a rooster fighting for food. He never expected that this job would be a crazy test of life and death. If he had known that this job was so deadly, he would rather stay in his state, grow carrots and milk cows every day, and live a plain and stable life. Now his life is like walking on a tightrope on the edge of a cliff. If he is not careful, he will be crushed to pieces. He is really afraid that one day he will suddenly disappear from the world.

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart why the previous secretary suddenly disappeared.

"I can't find any news reports about the previous secretary leaving the job normally. Could it be that he also..." The secretary got goosebumps all over his body when he thought of that eerie glass room.

On his first day as secretary, the president took him to the glass room. Once inside, he saw the bodies soaked in formalin, emitting a strange and bleak light, as if telling of endless pain. He felt flustered and took every step carefully, fearing that he would accidentally touch those terrible things.

"God, please let me live in peace, and don't let me lose my life here. But in this damn place, every step is like walking on thin ice. I really regret it!"

However, it was too late to regret. He had already been stuck in the quagmire. Now his only wish was to save his life.

He couldn't help but glance at the glass house again. The secretary was so scared that he trembled all over and quickly looked away, as if he would be doomed if he looked at it any longer.

"President, let me bandage your wound. Your hand is injured..."

When the secretary returned to the room, there was no sign of the president. In fact, he knew that although he was a secretary, he was only exposed to the surface. He had no idea what those people were doing and what they were going to do next. He only vaguely heard the name "Wang Yang" they mentioned, and had no idea who he was.

After all, he came from the state and knew nothing about the outside world. In this complicated situation, he was like a headless fly. His only task was to take care of the president's diet and daily life. Perhaps this was the real reason why he was transferred here - not knowing anything was a kind of protection.

"It's good that he's gone. I really don't want to face this moody person anymore."

Although he holds the title of secretary, his status is far different from that of the mysterious figure who is always hiding in the dark beside the president.

There are too many secrets hidden here that a small secretary like him cannot possibly discover.

"I'd better pray for the best. As long as I can live in peace, it's better than anything else."

The secretary dragged her heavy steps back to her small room, which was poorly furnished, like a nanny's room.

However, there was a treasure in the house that he had brought from the state - a family photo. The background of the photo was an ancient castle, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

The secretary's family was extremely large, and it was said that there were hundreds of branches. The most brilliant generation of the family had extraordinary abilities, both physical and mental, far exceeding ordinary people.

But fate is always fair. Behind this powerful ability, there are fatal hidden dangers. Once someone in the family is injured, the blood will flow like a flood that cannot be stopped. Many relatives have lost their lives because of this, which has become the family's eternal pain.

The secretary gently stroked her daughter's face in the photo. The fear she had just felt instantly disappeared, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"Alice, my dear daughter, wait for your father to come back home. It won't be long before your father will be able to see you. The president promised me that he would help you find a special medicine, and then our family will be reunited..."

At this moment, the president's casual words became his only hope to hold on.

He had to survive and fulfill his promise to his daughter. After all, he couldn't guarantee that his daughter would never get hurt.

The secretary held the photo tightly against his chest, as if he could feel the warm strength transmitted by his daughter. This strength supported him to move forward in this difficult environment.

At this time, inside the white glass house.

"President! Please have mercy on me and let me go! I don't have any special genes and I can't contribute to this human experiment at all!"

Those who had just kneeled on the ground and begged desperately were now tied to the experimental operating table, with tubes inserted all over their bodies. These tubes were connected to a huge machine, and on the screen of the machine, various body data kept jumping.

"President, the psychological quality of the people you sent here is too poor. They are all extremely nervous, and my experimental data has become a mess."

A man with gray hair and wearing a white coat stood in front of the huge glass window, his brows furrowed and his face full of complaints.

"The quality of these test subjects is totally different from the child you sent before. It has been more than 20 years, and you still haven't found a more suitable test subject."

Dr. Zhu looked at the data that kept jumping on the screen, his face terribly gloomy. This was not the experimental subject he wanted at all.

Compared to the ideal experimental subjects in his mind, these people are still far from it.

"Dr. Zhu, you know that more than 20 years have passed, and it's not easy to find ideal experimental subjects. Just use them for now. These people are pretty good."

"You're not still thinking about those test subjects who bleed profusely and are difficult to control once they're injured..."

Dr. Zhu raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing what the president said. He naturally looked down on those "defective products", but then again, in the current research, these people can be regarded as his more successful cases.

He really didn't expect that while these people's physical fitness was greatly enhanced, the side effect was only continuous sepsis. Compared with the previous doctors who conducted human research, his research data has made great progress.

The two stood in front of the huge glass curtain wall, looking at everything in front of them, with an indescribable weird look on their faces.

"Then please trouble our Mr. President to quickly get our experimental data back. How can such good data be so disobedient? If you can't coax them back, you can just bring back the corpse, hahahaha..."

Dr. Zhu laughed recklessly and arrogantly. If he wanted to, he could even ignore the president.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Dr. Zhu. I still have a lot of things to deal with, so I'll take my leave now."

Every time Dr. Zhu stared at him, the US President felt a chill in his heart, as if he was a fish on his chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.

(End of this chapter)