Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 538 Escape, Surprise

The birthday room had good soundproofing, so at least the researchers, who were ordinary people, had no idea what was going on.

Daniel felt that something was wrong, but he was celebrating the birthday of Witch No. 1 and he didn't want to disturb her good mood.

Especially since she looked like she was in a much better mood than before.

At the little witch's request, Daniel closed his eyes and made a wish with her.

Witch No. 1 in the room also closed her eyes and made a wish. The other four researchers in white coats sat together with stiff and unnatural smiles on their faces.

The lights in the room suddenly flickered, casting slanting light on the birthday cake.

Witch No. 1 next to the cake immediately opened her eyes, with cold hatred in her eyes.

The researchers looked at her with some confusion, but they didn't notice that there was a cake knife floating behind them, reflecting the cold light.

Looking at these researchers who were sitting in a circle without any genuine smiles on their faces, Witch No. 1 put away the childish smile on her face. She did not blow out the candles, but used her ability to lift a heavy object and smashed it on the back of Daniel's head.

Daniel was about to open his eyes when he felt a pain at the back of his head, and then everything went black and he passed out.

"You!" The researchers opened their eyes wide. Witch No. 1's face was cold. The knife used to cut the cake stopped the shouting from coming from the room.

Before the researchers could react, the knife behind them swept across the table like a ghost, flashing coldly under the light.

The knife in the air was as if someone was holding it and waving it, swift and precise, drawing sharp arcs in the air.

In an instant, blood gushed out from the necks of the four researchers. They had no time to scream or struggle, and could only let out weak groans under the blade.

Some of the splattered blood splashed onto the cake and merged with the cream of the birthday cake. The fallen figure was illuminated by the flickering candlelight on the wall.

The researchers' carotid arteries were cut, and blood was still gushing out like an out-of-control faucet, with larger and larger pools of blood spreading across the carpet.

Their faces were distorted in pain, but soon turned pale and their breathing gradually weakened.

Only Daniel survived. Witch No. 1 squatted in front of him and patted his cheek to make sure he didn't wake up.

The flying knife tip lightly brushed past his throat but did not actually cut it. The human body's subconscious instinct caused Daniel to tremble slightly.

Witch No. 1 looked at him silently for two seconds, then took away the higher-level pass, even though she no longer needed it.

But it’s better to keep it as a souvenir, as he was a good person to her.

She stood in a pool of blood, her breathing slow, and the room was deathly silent.

Can’t control your abilities?

Witch No. 1 sneered. She wanted to keep her abilities and run as far away as possible.

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, and on the birthday cake in the corner, there was still a faint light from the candle.

Witch No. 1 felt a little dizzy. She swayed her body, wrapped the knife in a napkin and put it in her pocket.

Witch No. 1 sat down, looked around the chaos, and sat back in her seat.

Thanks to her quick action, the birthday cake on the table was not damaged and remained intact on the table.

But on the cake, there was cream and bright red blood mixed together, which made it look a little distorted.

The blood began to spread along the cracks of the cake, like red plum blossoms blooming on white satin.

Witch No. 1 did not hesitate. She was already beginning to feel weak, and with a cold and empty look in her eyes she began to replenish her energy.

She tore the cake roughly like tearing cloth, and put the big piece of cake into her mouth along with the sweet and irony taste.

She chewed rapidly and swallowed with a gurgling sound in her throat. It was hard to imagine that a child could eat in such a rough manner.

She casually threw the candles on the cake into the corner. Even though the smell of blood made her feel a little nauseous, she still swallowed the cake without hesitation. Every bite was important.

Cream stuck to the corners of her mouth, mixing with the blood, and her expression didn't change at all.

There was no other sound in the room except the sound of her chewing.

She quickly stuffed most of the birthday cake tainted by the smell of blood into her mouth.

Witch No. 1 stopped what she was doing, coughed twice, and then washed down the cake in her mouth with water.

The mechanical and repetitive eating action finally came to an end.

She frowned and felt her mouth full of the taste of sugar and rust.

Looking at the watch, she let out a breath, enough time for now.

She casually wiped the cake crumbs on Daniel's clothes beside her.

Her eyes fell on the vent in the doorway.

She knew very well that the only way to escape was the narrow and winding ventilation duct above her head.

Since the institute is built underground, the most important things are undoubtedly the earthquake-proof and ventilation systems.

Almost every room had a vent leading to the surface, but the ducts were not big, so she could only curl up and barely squeeze in.

She walked to the vent, raised her head, used her telekinesis to pull down the partition of the vent, and then climbed in by stepping on a chair.

Afterwards, don't forget to reinstall the vent baffle.

Her telekinesis was not enough to support her to bear the weight of her own body, but it could support her body and make it easier for her to climb.

Witch No. 1 took one last look at the room below, her cheek hidden in the somewhat cold shadow of the pipe.

In her hands, she was tightly holding two faintly glowing fluorescent sticks. These were her only lighting tools, and Daniel had found them for her specially in order to create a birthday atmosphere.

She tried hard to climb up, relying on her telekinesis and the narrowness of the pipe, which prevented her from falling down. However, the pipe was as winding as a maze, so she needed to constantly confirm the direction.

Witch No. 1's heartbeat and nervous breathing echoed in the empty pipe.

The cold steel of the rectangular pipe rubbed against her skin, and from time to time there was a pungent smell of chemicals coming from the pipe. She held her breath and climbed with all her might, and every step seemed extremely difficult.

The edges of her nails were aching, but she did not give up. Whenever she was exhausted, she concentrated and used her weak telekinesis to push her body forward.

Her telekinesis is still very weak, and she can control a sharp knife to fly smoothly, but using it like this now is not without cost.

The pungent smell of chemicals in the air became stronger, mixed with the scent of engine oil and disinfectant, making her nose feel stinging.

As she breathed hard, she felt liquid flowing out of her nasal cavity, warm and sticky.

She wiped it and saw that her hands were covered with bright red blood, which slowly flowed down her cheek and slid down her cheek.

By the time she reacted, bright red blood had already dripped quietly from her nose, and as she moved, it dyed the clothes on her chest red.

Fortunately, there are occasional horizontal corners in the pipe, allowing her to curl up inside and rest.

Before her vision began to blur, she finally found a corner and curled up in it. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and blood, sticking heavily to her skin.

The protagonists in the movie can use the building's rectangular ventilation ducts to enter and exit freely, and can also lead to any room in the building. It can be said to be an extra-dimensional passage comparable to a door.

Even for those agile characters, as long as they crawl into the ventilation duct, you know that they will be able to get in and escape, and the guards will be fooled.

However, Witch No. 1 was obviously not facing the same situation as them.

Witch No. 1 only stayed here for a short while before she felt some difficulty breathing. She coughed twice and found that she had coughed up some dust.

The construction of this underground laboratory took quite a long time, and the ventilation ducts are usually designed to have a long service life. Over the years of use, dust composed of various particles has accumulated.

She covered her mouth and nose with her clothes, which still smelled of her blood, and coughed in a low voice.

After coughing for a while, she stared blankly at the steel above the ventilation duct, slowly recovering her strength.

Just when Witch No. 1 was trying her best to escape, Zhao Xian still encountered resistance in the corridor.

The first generation of modified humans began to unite and start to resist her. The instinct for survival has aroused the wildness in their hearts.

"Zhao Xian!"

The roar was transmitted to Dr. Bai's ears through the surveillance.

She was observing Zhao Xian on the screen with great interest when someone hurriedly walked in from another door.

"Doctor..." said the researcher.

"The number of people is wrong!" A sitting operator suddenly shouted, he looked up at Dr. Bai, "Three cyborgs didn't come to the underground, they might be escaping!"

Dr. Bai ignored the researcher for the time being, and instead pulled the microphone in front of the operator and ordered Zhao Xian outside, "Zhao Xian, make a quick decision."

Zhao Xian fought silently with the few remaining cyborgs in the corridor.

Dr. Bai glanced at other surveillance cameras and saw Captain Cui scolding the gunman on his team in a room.

"Hit the head, hit the head. How many times have I told you to aim at the head!"

Dr. Bai hesitated for a moment and gave another order, "Captain Cui."

“Yes,” Captain Cui stopped scolding.

"You guys take the backup elevator. There are people in the building who haven't come down yet. The surveillance shows they haven't escaped from the building yet. Go and clear them out."

"clear."

After giving instructions to his two men, Dr. Bai finally had time to look at the researcher, "What's going on over there?"

"It's number one." The researcher said bitterly, "She seems to have escaped."

"Why don't you go after him?" Dr. Bai said calmly.

"." The researcher glanced at the screen secretly, "The security guards have been almost cleared out."

Dr. Bai was silent for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at the screen again. Zhao Xian outside had already killed most of the cyborgs, of which there were only a few left.

The corridor was filled with blood and corpses. Some of the modified humans were not shot in the head or had their necks broken, but were still alive after suffering serious injuries to other parts of their bodies. Their ankles were still twitching as they lay on the ground.

Dr. Bai narrowed his eyes and stopped Zhao Xian from cleaning.

Two people were left alive.

Zhang Mingyi and Park Yangxi were already smooth enough. They tried their best to stay at the back, shouting angrily to stimulate the emotions of the other cyborgs.

Finally, I got a chance to survive.

Zhao Xian stopped in front of them, covered in blood, wearing only a tactical vest.
The female devil in front of him can be described as having a strong and agile figure, like a wild leopard.

He was wearing camouflage training pants on his legs, with the trouser legs rolled up, revealing combat boots covered in dust and blood.

The upper body is a simple black sports vest, and the exposed arms and shoulders show smooth and powerful muscle lines.

The waistline is clear, but it is also covered with bloodstains.

She looked at the remaining two people, her bloodstained faces showing a coldness as sharp as a knife.

"From now on, the two of them will be your team members," Dr. Bai said coldly, "Go take over Captain Cui's job and let Captain Cui and his team get Number One back."

Zhao Xian looked at them, turned and walked towards the elevator at the back of the passage, and the two of them hurriedly followed.

As for taking the opportunity to escape
They didn't think they could escape from Zhao Xian.

"Doctor," the researcher said puzzledly, "Number One has killed several researchers. It's really not necessary."

"It's just a child," Dr. Bai shook his head. "Where can he escape to?"

She crossed her arms and said, "Anyway, she doesn't have much use as Witch No. 1 anymore. Not to mention there are two more test subjects of the same generation as her. The more important research will all be done around Witch No. 2."

The researcher pursed his lips, knowing that Dr. Bai didn't think much of Witch No. 1, so he didn't react.

"By the way," Dr. Bai thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Daniel is dead too?"

"He's still alive," the researcher frowned, "but he was hit hard on the back of his head, so he passed out. He hasn't woken up yet."

"Tsk," Dr. Bai laughed, "Saving his life..."

The smell of blood coming from the ventilation duct gradually became stronger, and Witch No. 1 knew
Perhaps the Great Purge is almost over, or even already over.

She was a very precocious child, and she knew what kind of environment she was in from the time she was old enough to understand, and she wanted to escape from it, so she tried hard to become docile and non-aggressive.

Ever since she had overheard the Great Purge plan with the help of telekinesis a few months ago, she had been planning a truly detailed escape plan.

Thanks to Daniel's arrival, she has this opportunity.

In the past, when Dr. Bai celebrated her birthday, they always celebrated it in the laboratory.

At her request, Daniel took her to a private room and gave her the chance to escape.

We must hurry now.

Number One climbed out of the corner and up the passage.

Once discovered, she would have no chance of escape.

Number One gripped the cold metal pipe tightly, his fingers turning white from the strain.

The light from the glow sticks grew weaker and weaker, becoming as dark as a giant beast that devoured everything.

With irregular breathing, she climbed farther and farther, and the pipe in front of her had no end.

As she continued to rise, a hint of light began to appear in her vision.

The faint light above her head was the dawn of hope, guiding her to escape.

Witch No. 1 climbed up the last section of the inclined pipe silently and began to climb sideways and upwards.

The breeze coming out of the pipe was so thin and cool, but it also brought her a sense of freedom that she had never experienced before.

She crawled along the cold, narrow ventilation passage, bit by bit, until she reached the faint light.

She could feel the flow of fresh air, and Number One's fingers trembled as they touched the metal grid, the bridge between the two worlds.

However, No. 1 was not in a hurry to climb out of the last obstacle and go outside the building.

Instead, I waited here for a while and observed the situation outside.

This should be the alley behind the building, with sewage and trash cans, and someone who looks like a homeless person sleeping against the wall.

But even such an alley seems extremely precious to No. 1.

She hid here for a while, and then she saw the man in the black suit she had seen before come to the alley with his men. He looked down and woke up the homeless man who was sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall.

Witch Number One heard what they were saying.

They are looking for her.

Seeing the homeless man shaking his head, Captain Cui reluctantly took his men away.

This is in downtown Los Angeles, even on the edge of the city
It is also an urban area.

There were so many people coming and going, and Dr. Bai didn't seem to care about the life or death of Witch No. 1, nor did he care where she ran to. He simply asked them to look for her.

Captain Cui clenched his purple-red hand hidden behind the glove, vaguely feeling that Witch No. 1 also had flaws. Dr. Bai should think that he could control Witch No. 1, so he had such an attitude.

He raised his eyes from the concrete floor beneath his feet and looked around.

The tall buildings in the distance were brightly lit, traffic was flowing, and the sound of car horns could be heard.

However, the sky above his head was obscured by the light pollution of the city, so he, who came from the countryside, could not even recognize a few stars.

Mr. Cui turned his head to look at the alley, confirmed that there was nothing wrong, and left.

As for the homeless.
Mr. Cui doesn't care about him very much.

What's more, Los Angeles is known as the City of Angels, and another name for this City of Angels is the City of Homeless People.

The building is adjacent to the Homeless Alley area in Los Angeles, which was originally intended to facilitate the capture of experimental subjects. After all, the roadside is full of homeless people whom the city hall does not care about.

There are tens of thousands of such homeless people in Los Angeles, and it is not surprising to see tents everywhere in the streets.

These homeless people don't hide from others. They think it is shameful to be homeless. Instead, they are happy with the current situation.

Among these homeless people, there are those with mental illness and drug addiction.

There are also veterans who once fought in the battlefield but have now been abandoned by the government, as well as people who have received higher education, have stable jobs, or even have special skills. They are called excellent reserve experimental subjects by Dr. Bai.

Mr. Cui led his men out of the dirty alley quickly.

When the homeless man saw him walking away, he reached into his pocket with his dirty hands and carefully called his superior on his cell phone.

"Representative An," said the black veteran, who was paid nearly $10,000 by the Golden Gate Security Service. He only needed to disguise himself as a homeless person on the street and monitor the building. "They are very anxious and are looking for someone."

"What kind of person is he?" An Shangjiu frowned. "Did he tell me about his appearance?"

"No." The black veteran shook his head, "Only asked if anyone suspicious was found."

“Suspicious person.”

An Shangjiu was silent for a while, "I understand. You continue to monitor them. It would be best if you could find out who they are looking for from those around you. I will ask my colleagues around to help look for them as well."

"clear."

Witch No. 1 hid in the vent, frowning slightly.

She didn't hear the whole thing, she only knew that the middle-aged black man was not really a homeless person, but.
The witch looked at him in the moonlight and found that he really looked like the beggar in the story, even dirtier than the beggar in the story.

If they were in a surveillance lab.
The witch had also inquired about this place in the past. This is in Los Angeles, a world-famous city. As long as she can stay away from this building, she will have more opportunities to contact the outside world and escape.

So while the middle-aged black man was out to inquire about the news, the witch secretly opened the vent and slipped into the middle-aged black man's tent which was full of strange smells and dirt.

No wonder the middle-aged black man would rather sleep against the wall than enter the tent, which is dirtier inside than outside.

The witch's mouth twitched slightly, but she still rushed in, closed the tent, closed her eyes and waited for the middle-aged black man to come back.

Nick admitted that he was startled.

When he came back and found the tent closed, he nearly pulled out the pistol he had hidden behind his coat.

He reached out tentatively and unzipped the tent.

A dirty little girl.

Thanks to the dust in the ventilation duct, it is not an exaggeration to say that the witch's body is black, and the bloodstains on her body have been almost covered up.

Unless you look closely, you can't see it.

There was still some stain on the part of the face from the nose down.

"." Nick frowned and carefully poked the witch with a thin and long wooden stick.

The witch closed her eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

Nick thought of the person he was looking for in the building and looked at her in confusion.

But a dirty little girl doesn't look like that at all.
As he was thinking about it, Nick saw the blue ribbon sticking out of the witch's pocket.

He reached out and pulled it out, and found that it was a belt with a pass attached.

"Dr. Daniel!" Nick's eyes widened.

The person above is Daniel, whom An Shangjiu instructed to find.

He immediately looked around and rolled the witch up in the dirty blanket.

Then he used the tent as a simple big bag, stuffed the witch rolled up with the bedding into the middle of the folded tent, carried it on his back and walked out quickly.

"Representative An," Nick said on the phone, "I think they found the person they were looking for."

After thinking about it, he did not say that the little girl suddenly appeared in the tent, but that he looked for her and brought her back on his own initiative.

Otherwise he always feels.
"I confirmed her identity through a pass in her hand," Nick said, "and the face of Dr. Daniel was on it."

"I see," An Shangjiu nodded, while making a call on his other phone, "I'll notify my colleagues around to pick you up, and return to San Francisco quickly."

"Once your identity is confirmed, your bonus will be doubled."

Nick grinned, showing his white teeth in the darkness, "Thank you, sir."

He ran to the side of the road and got into a black van that was rushing over in an empty area.

The witch with her eyes closed in the car thought of the pass. It turned out that this group of people were in cahoots with Daniel. Fortunately, Daniel's life was spared, and the pass that she took away came in handy.

"To keep it secret," the driver tossed Nick a pack of cigarettes, "we'll have to drive the entire way back to San Francisco this time, so hurry up and have a cigarette to get rid of the odor on you."

"It's more than six hours away," Nick sighed. "If my wife knew that I went to Los Angeles on a business trip disguised as a beggar, it would be a real embarrassment."

"Haha," the driver in front laughed, "Nick, don't worry. Just take the prize money home and I'll make sure she won't find out what you were doing in Los Angeles."

In a hospital in San Francisco, An Shangjiu hurried through the long corridor, and the smell of disinfectant hit his nose.

There were wards on both sides of the corridor, with their doors half open and a faint yellow light shining through.

It's already four o'clock in the morning, and Nick and his team have sent the girl they brought back here for treatment.

An Shangjiu didn't know what her condition was, but he still had to confirm it with his own eyes before reporting to Li You.

He walked into a special ward and saw the little girl, who was lying quietly on the bed, connected to various medical devices.

His body had been washed by the nurse and he was wearing a hospital gown. His face was still a little pale and his breathing was steady.

When asking about her physical condition, the nurse smiled and nodded to An Shangjiu, "She is currently weak and needs more rest."

An Shangjiu turned and left the ward, and took the pass that she had taken from her hand from Nick who was walking over.

The photo above is a face I have seen before.

Daniel

An Shangjiu frowned. He learned from Li You what this genetic research institute was doing.

He looked back at the ward with complicated eyes, then turned around and patted Nick on the shoulder, "Go home and rest, the bonus will be deposited into your account."

"Christmas is coming soon, so I'll give you a few days off."

Nick grinned and whistled as he left the hospital.

An Shangjiu looked at the time and made sure that he would not disturb Li You's rest before calling.

"President nim."

It was just after nine o'clock in the evening in Seoul. Li You had just finished dinner with Mou Xianmin. He placed his cigarette in the ashtray with his fingers and asked, "Any progress?"

An Shangjiu was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded and said, "We found a pass for Dr. Daniel."

"It came from a little girl on the side of the road. We cannot confirm her relationship with Dr. Daniel at this time."

"Little girl?" Li You calculated the time and felt that it was about time, so he stood up.
“Send the photos.”

Zooming in on the picture of the person who looked like he was sleeping, Li You fell silent.

This is really an escape.
This wasn't the wilderness of Jeju Island where she could run away without restraint, this was Los Angeles.
From top to bottom, it can be said that this city is extremely chaotic.

As expected of a 'witch'.

"I'll fly over there," Li You waved to Mou Xianmin to help him book a flight, "You go there in person and send someone to watch her the whole time. Don't let her leave."

An Shangjiu lowered his head and said, "Yes."

He had a vague feeling that the president should know this girl.

After hanging up the phone, Li You was quite surprised.

Although his panel always has the "Extraordinary" logo, to put it bluntly.
His panel may be higher than Captain America's, but that kind of real superpower is only unveiled for the first time because of the weird "science" of this world.

'science'.
Li You grinned, "Science" is really a good thing.

(End of this chapter)