117: C117 Preparation for Revenge

C117 Preparation for Revenge

Prof. Dushee didn't turn around, he was still looking at the motionless body. He asked with a hoarse voice, "Have you brought the thing that I want?"

"Here, this is what you want." The man in the suit placed a file bag on the operating table in front of him.

He really did not want to stay here any longer. In this gloomy and strange place, there was a pile of silver medical instruments. It was very scary. The air was filled with the unique stench of sewers mixed with the smell of western medicine.

Only then did Prof. Dushee turn around, and he saw the ordinary file bag. His forehead without eyebrows was squeezed together, "You guys do things as you please?"

"The more ordinary something is, the less likely it is to attract attention. If I were to sneakily carry a password box, wouldn't that be telling others that I have a problem?" The man in the suit said with a smile.

Prof. Dushee did not say anything as he opened the folder. There were two diagrams inside.

"This is the best place?"

"That's right, that person said so. It definitely won't be a problem."

Prof. Dushee pursed his lips and seemed to have thought of something. His calm eyes gave off a chilling aura.

At this moment, the system's calculations had been completed on Luo Ning's side. The most suitable location was marked with a red mark on the three-dimensional map.

The large semicircle was around the area where the poison could spread. There were three colors inside, red, orange, and green.

Red indicates the lethal range of the toxin. Orange indicates discomfort after inhaling the toxin. Green indicates no harm in that range.

The time needed for the poison to spread was estimated to be around 15 minutes.

When Luo Ning saw the red coloured range and the estimated damage values calculated by the system, he was shocked once again.

The unsuppressible fear in his heart grew even stronger.

Although Luo Ning and Prof. Dushee were in different places, at the same time, both of them said the same noun at the same time.

"Zhuyun Pagoda."

"Heh, this decaying city is closest to the sky. It can't be better to use it as a purifying ground for those ants." Prof. Dushee's sinister smile seemed to have made the surrounding air even colder.

"Then what did he want?" The man in the suit just wanted to get out of this disgusting place.

Indeed, crazy scientists were more terrifying than anything. They could pay any price, even staying in a place like this, in order to complete what they had in mind.

Prof. Dushee opened the safe, gave a USB drive to the man in a suit and said, "This is what you guys want. However, how on earth did he …"

Prof. Dushee reached towards the man in a suit with his right hand. There were a lot of creases on it, and it looked like the skin of an old man.

Three years ago, Prof. Dushee's experiment was halted. In a desperate situation, the man in the suit suddenly appeared in front of him, helping him to escape from Z City.

The man in the suit promised to avenge Prof. Dushee, but only if he completed a study.

It was an advanced medical technology study, at least two hundred years ahead of today's technology, or more.

That was a type of research on healing cells. Prof. Dushee didn't know where he got the information from, so if this research were to be published, it would definitely shock the entire world.

Healing cells can heal quickly, but the only drawback is that each time they heal fast, the cells age faster.

After spending three years, Prof. Dushee finally figured out how to transform cells into healing cells. He had experimented on himself and succeeded.

That was why his arm had a part of its wrinkled skin.

However, Prof. Dushee didn't understand why someone who could write this kind of thing needed him to do some research.

That person's understanding of cell biology was quite advanced.0

The suited man took the USB in Prof. Dushee's hand and said, "You don't need to know about these."

"Then, those annoying fellows should have already been dealt with by you guys, right?" Prof. Dushee's eyes were as cold as a real poisonous snake when he looked at the man in the suit.

The suited man helplessly shook his head and chuckled. "It seems like he failed."

Prof. Dushee squinted his eyes, which were filled with a scary killing intent, "I gave you the woman with the antibody in her body as bait, you pieces of trash!"

"Please pay attention to the way you speak." The eyes of the man in the suit suddenly changed. They were sharp like blades and filled with killing intent. It was as if he had suddenly turned into a different person.

"Your plan does not have to be executed by you. The reason why I asked you to do it is because that person is a person who keeps his word. Otherwise, when I obtained this item, you would have lost your value. The only reason you're still alive to carry out your plan is because that person promised you. Don't take yourself too seriously. "

Prof. Dushee's expression was vicious. He picked up a needle from the table and coldly said, "You're just a messenger anyway. If I kill you, they won't be able to touch me as long as that thing is still with me."

"Heh." The man in the suit smiled casually and said, "You can give it a try."

The man in the suit took one last look at the cage in the corner of the lab, where a unconscious woman lay.

"Then I'll leave first. I wish you good luck."

After saying that, the man in the suit turned around and walked out of the room.

Prof. Dushee let go of the needle as he watched the man in the suit leave. He had gotten what he wanted.

The plan that he had meticulously prepared for so many years was finally going to come true. There was no need for him to take any more risks.

And to him, that antibody didn't mean much anymore.

Once upon a time, he had put in decades of hard work for the future of all mankind, but those people had no way of understanding what a tiny sacrifice could bring to the future.

Eventually his research was stopped, his data destroyed, and he himself listed on the wanted list.

The world he had once wanted to benefit from turned against him.

Now, Prof. Dushee only wanted to let this world know how terrifying his anger was. He wanted to take revenge on this world that had betrayed him.

The man in the suit was walking in the darkness with the flashlight on his mobile phone. The sounds of rats moving could be heard constantly in the seemingly endless tunnel.

"This place doesn't even have a signal." The suited man couldn't help but retort.

He hummed to himself as he walked on, the sound of his shoes echoing in the long sewer.

Walking alone in such a place, it was impossible to say that he was not afraid.

The man in the suit had walked back the way he had come, which meant that he would have to drip through the dirty water again, and his custom-made shoes were ruined.

When he finally returned to the ground, he realized how good the air outside was.

The man in the suit took out a USB drive. Of course he knew what was inside.

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