Chapter 1617 Do Not Wish Those People to Leave Alive
What the hell was this guy up to?
Calla rushed to the center of the hall, only to find the central monitor now displaying footage from other areas.
People in other sections were already starting to die, and their deaths were horrifying.
The researchers in the hall were gripped by fear; everyone was asking.
"What's going on? What is he doing?"
"He's released all the experimental subjects as weapons. Damn it! We're all going to die here! We've done too many bad things, and now we're all going to pay."
"The modified subjects will kill us all."
Zaid propped his chin on his hand, watching the screens in front of him with great interest.
Isolde, who was supposed to be managing this control room, was now tied up, hands and feet bound, sitting on the floor nearby.
Atlas stood in front of her, holding a sharp dagger.
He didn't know exactly what Zaid was planning, but whatever it was, he would fully support it.
Isolde, though aged, was still well-maintained. She looked at Zaid's actions in shock. Not only had he released the experimental subjects, but he had also injected them with drugs to make them more violent.
These subjects, though not as powerful as Subject 8, were still terrifyingly brutal and skilled.
To these killing machines, the researchers were enemies, and they would stop at nothing to kill them.
Zaid must be insane. This would destroy the entire base.
The ground shook again, and Zaid felt it too. He looked at Isolde with a smile. "Isolde, even if I don't destroy the base, it's going to be destroyed soon anyway. Haven't you noticed? The animals we've been keeping are all agitated. They can sense an earthquake coming. We don't know exactly when, but it's going to be the first one in a century, right? It's bad timing, but also perfect timing. I don't want any of those people to make it out alive."
Isolde's eyes were cold, but her mouth was gagged, preventing her from speaking. Otherwise, she might have tried to reason with him.
The base had been around for so many years, they knew how to withstand earthquakes. As long as it wasn't above an 8.0, the base could survive.
Zaid watched the monitors, his lips curling into a smile as he saw the researchers being killed.
He had never been this happy. It was like when he was a child, torturing small animals. Seeing them suffer gave him a satisfaction that nothing else could.
To him, these researchers were no different from those small animals.
Isolde struggled, trying to stop him, but Zaid's eyes were too excited, like he was witnessing something he found utterly fascinating.
His expression told everyone that no one could make him stop now.
As the head of the base, he had access to all the drugs and could monitor all the subjects at any time.
His lips curled into a smile as he propped his chin on his hand, wondering where Raymond was hiding.
Atlas, holding the dagger, asked curiously, "Zaid, should I kill Isolde?"
"See that bottle on the table? Make her drink it."
"Got it."
Atlas never asked why, nor did he ever plead for anyone.
He grabbed the bottle from the table, removed the gag from Isolde's mouth, and prepared to force the liquid down her throat.
Isolde seized the moment to speak. "Are you insane? Do you even know what you're doing? Do you know which countries are behind this research base? If you destroy it, you'll be hunted down by a lot of people, even if you manage to get out. Zaid, you just became the head, you have a bright future ahead of you, you..."
Before she could finish, Zaid picked up a container and splashed its contents on her.
The liquid would gradually corrode her skin, eventually causing her eyes to burst.
Isolde let out a scream. She knew the people in the base had no conscience, and she knew Zaid's unpredictable nature.
But she never expected him to act so quickly and so ruthlessly.
He wanted to destroy this place, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.
He feared nothing, and a person who feared nothing was the most dangerous.
Ignoring her screams, Zaid continued watching the monitors.
"Isolde, I should thank you for making me the head. It seems you have more power than Calla; otherwise, why would you be in charge of this control room? You must have flattered those higher-ups quite a bit, huh?"
The skin on Isolde's face had already disappeared, and she could no longer speak, only able to utter some meaningless sounds.
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