207: Shh, don't wake the children.

Chapter 207: Shh, Don't Wake the Children. "Your skills haven't regressed, Captain Su."

Ninth Master grinned, pulled a bundle of zip ties from his backpack, and skillfully bound the two men like cocoons.

"Don't be cheeky," Su Qingxue said, wiping the rainwater from her face, her eyes sharp. "The vehicle is here."

Two blinding beams of headlights pierced through the curtain of rain.

A refrigerated box truck bearing the "Kangyuan Meat Processing Plant" logo slowly drove into the backyard.

The truck was huge, large enough to hold several tons of pork.

The truck backed into the warehouse loading dock, emitting a rhythmic "beep, beep, beep" reversing alarm.

Chen Mo made a hand gesture, and the three of them quickly dispersed, surrounding the unloading area in a fan formation.

"Is this how they transport the 'goods'?"

Su Qingxue looked at the meat truck, her stomach churning. "They transport children mixed in with raw pork?"

"No."

Chen Mo's gaze was fixed on the cargo doors. "There's no smell of pork in this truck. Only formalin and..."

His nostrils twitched.

"...the scent of candy."

The doors opened.

There was no bloody scene as one might imagine.

The interior was clean, even cozy.

The inner walls were covered in pink wallpaper, hung with cartoon plushies, and a soothing nursery rhyme was playing.

But this only made Chen Mo feel a deeper chill.

Several people in white hazmat suits pushed a few flatbed trolleys out from the warehouse.

From the truck, incubators the size of suitcases were carried out one by one.

The boxes were transparent.

Inside each box, a child about four or five years old was curled up.

Their eyes were closed as if they were asleep, with smiles even lingering on their lips, as if they were having a sweet dream.

"These are the so-called 'Prime Bodies'."

Chen Mo's knuckles turned white as he gripped the hilt of his blade.

He had seen this term in A-Qiang's memory fragments.

In Wang Daoming's eyes, these weren't people; they were blank hard drives that hadn't had data written onto them yet.

To maintain the stability of these "hard drives," they had to be under deep anesthesia throughout the entire transport process, with specific audio playing to soothe their subconscious.

"Eight boxes in total," Ninth Master counted. "Damn it, these bastards."

"There's one more."

Chen Mo said suddenly.

His ears caught a peculiar sound.

It was coming from the deepest part of the cargo hold.

It wasn't a heartbeat.

It was a song.

Someone was humming.

It was a very young voice, humming "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."

The voice was intermittent yet exceptionally clear.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..."

This was impossible.

These children had all been injected with high doses of sedatives; how could anyone still be awake?

Unless... that child was immune to sedatives.

Or rather, her nervous system had been modified to such a terrifying degree that drugs could no longer suppress her consciousness.

Two people in hazmat suits carefully carried out a ninth box.

This box was black and opaque, with a yellow "High-Risk Biohazard" warning label pasted on it.

"Be careful!" a leader in a white lab coat hissed. "This is 'No. 0,' whom President Wang specifically requested. If you wake her up, we're all dead!"

No. 0.

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat.

In that encrypted document, there was no information on No. 0.

A-Qiang's number was 001.

If 001 was already a near-perfect finished product, then what kind of monster was this No. 0 who preceded him?

"Move out."

Chen Mo didn't waste any words.

He pulled the bone-chopping knife from his waist and charged forward like a black cannonball.

Twenty meters away.

The rainy night became his best cover.

Before the four burly men responsible for the transport could react, Chen Mo was already in front of them.

Swish!

A flash of the blade.

He didn't strike the people; instead, he precisely severed the axle of the lead flatbed trolley.

The trolley tilted, and the incubator on top slid off.

Su Qingxue lunged from the flank, rolled on the ground, and steadily caught the box before it hit the floor.

"Who's there?!"

The lead man in the white coat screamed, "Security! Security!"

The warehouse doors burst open.

Four Men in Black armed with submachine guns rushed out.

"Bang!"

Ninth Master's shotgun roared.

The power of this old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun at close range was comparable to a hand cannon.

The lead man in black was blown backward, his bulletproof vest shredded.

"Take cover!"

Su Qingxue pushed the incubator behind a concrete pillar and returned fire.

Rat-tat-tat-tat!

Bullets struck the concrete floor, sending sparks flying.

"Chen Mo! That black box!" Su Qingxue shouted.

Chen Mo didn't need her to tell him.

Amidst the chaotic gunfight, he moved through the shelves like a ghost.

A bullet grazed his scalp, shearing off a few strands of hair.

But he didn't stop.

He had only one target: the black box being pushed toward the elevator by the man in the white coat.

"Stop him!"

The white-coated man pressed the elevator button in a panic. "Close the doors! Hurry!"

Two Men in Black dropped their guns and drew tactical knives, blocking Chen Mo's path.

Their movements were swift and coordinated, clearly the work of professionally trained assassins.

But against Chen Mo, it wasn't enough.

Chen Mo didn't slow down; instead, he charged straight into the blades.

At the moment of impact, he suddenly pivoted, slamming his shoulder into the assassin on the left while swinging his bone-chopping knife in a backhand upward slash.

Pfft.

The right assassin's wrist went flying.

Following up with a low leg sweep, the left assassin lost his balance and was pinned down by Chen Mo's foot on his chest.

Crack.

The sound of ribs snapping was clearly audible.

All of this happened within two seconds.

The elevator doors were slowly closing.

The gap was less than twenty centimeters.

Through the gap, Chen Mo saw the terrified face of the man in the white coat and the black box.

"Open up!"

Chen Mo roared and hurled the bone-chopping knife like a throwing blade.

Clang!

The heavy blade jammed precisely between the elevator doors.

Metal sparked as it ground together; the elevator doors met resistance, the anti-pinch mechanism triggered, and the doors bounced open again.

Chen Mo stepped into the elevator, grabbed the man in the white coat by the neck, lifted him like a chick, and slammed him hard against the wall of the cabin.

"Cough... cough..."

The white-coated man's glasses were shattered, his face covered in blood. "Do you... do you know whose cargo this is?"

Chen Mo ignored him.

He turned and looked at the black box.

The sound of humming still drifted from inside the box.

"Stars all over the sky..."

The voice was sweet, yet it carried an indescribable eeriness.

Chen Mo reached out, intending to lift the lid.

"Don't open it!"

The man in the white coat suddenly screamed, his voice filled with extreme terror. "Don't open it! She'll cause Brainwave Resonance! You'll die!"

Chen Mo's hand stopped.

He heard it.

Inside that box, besides the humming, there was a heartbeat.

Thump... thump... thump... Every heartbeat felt like a heavy hammer striking Chen Mo's eardrums.

Moreover, the frequency was actually beginning to synchronize with Chen Mo's own heartbeat.

Resonance.

Chen Mo felt a wave of dizziness, and a warm stream gushed from his nose.

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