343: Chapter 343 Melting

"No!"

"Ah!"

"Please, spare me..."

The miserable pleas of the five lucky ones chosen echoed throughout the entire laboratory as they struggled, refusing to cooperate.

But in front of these soldiers, their struggles were as feeble as infants. The five were forcibly dragged into the isolation room in the center of the laboratory, and restraint straps were wrapped around their wrists, ankles, and necks, pinning them tightly to specialized metal experimental tables. At the same time, several probes pierced their bodies.

"Please, spare me... I still have elderly parents and children at home..."

On the experimental table, the short official begged for mercy with tears and snot streaming down his face. He had been unfortunately selected, and the other four were also begging in terror on their respective tables.

Through the glass, the situation in the isolation room projected the desperate struggles and wails of the five people inside without reservation. The remaining thirty-one high-ranking government officials huddled together like a group of terrified quail.

But no one dared to make a sound.

They even deliberately lowered their breathing, as if breathing slightly too heavily would attract attention and make them the next lucky one to be dragged in.

Kurokawa Saki, the Prime Minister, was the same; he didn't even dare to exhale loudly and felt a bit relieved that he hadn't been chosen.

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"Alright, the experiment can begin."

Yodelion remained indifferent to their pleas and simply said to the assistant beside him, "Jimmy, go ahead and inject them. Start with Subject One."

"Very well, Professor..."

A young voice emerged from the mask of the protective suit, and he immediately walked into the isolation room carrying a silvery-white case.

Arriving at the table where Subject One was bound—a middle-aged man of about 40—the man's initially weak struggles suddenly became violent upon seeing the assistant approach. The restraint straps dug into his wrists and ankles, causing veins to bulge, and the skin on his neck was rubbed raw and red. He screamed in terror:

"No! Don't come over here! I am the Minister of General Affairs of Japan. You cannot treat me like this! You are violating international law!"

Jimmy placed the case aside and said calmly, "Sir, calm down. Can you tell me your name?"

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting the other party to ask such a question, and his struggles slowed slightly.

"Takahira Kenichi. My name is Takahira Kenichi. I beg you, please let me go..."

"That depends on your luck, Mr. Takahira Kenichi."

Jimmy entered the password, and the silvery-white case opened automatically. Accompanied by white cold air, a syringe slowly rose.

The syringe barrel was completely transparent, and surprisingly, it was filled with a black liquid. Jimmy picked it up cautiously. According to Professor Yodelion, this was a terrifying virus the company had recently acquired.

"No, I beg you, you cannot do this!" Takahira Kenichi pleaded again.

Meeting his gaze, Jimmy's hand paused for a moment, and he sighed slightly in his heart. However, under the desperate gaze of Takahira Kenichi, he injected the black liquid from the syringe into his vein.

Afterwards, Jimmy immediately left the isolation room.

Before long, Takahira Kenichi on the experimental table began to howl violently, and strange black lines rapidly spread across his entire body.

Finally, in full view of everyone, his entire body gradually melted, turning into a puddle of black, viscous matter with his clothes mixed in.