149: Chapter 149: The Dungeon Expansion – It's Like a Resident Evil Scene
"Empty?"
Chen Yuan turned his head, looking at the old face of Dr. Zola, which was slightly twisted with fanaticism, and a faint smile slowly curled at the corner of his mouth.
There was no warmth in that smile, only a bone-chilling, sinister quality.
"Zola, it seems you are very dissatisfied with the number of our current 'collection'."
He stepped out of the elevator, his long legs clad in dark gray tactical trousers. Heavy military boots stepped onto the metal grating of the seventh floor, emitting a hollow and oppressive echo.
As he moved forward, the dark red alarm lights, originally in energy-saving mode, lit up one by one.
The light bathed this bottomless underground corridor in blood-red, as if it were a passageway leading straight to the depths of hell.
The air here was kept at a constant temperature of five degrees Celsius.
With every breath, a faint white mist could condense in the air. Along with the mist inhaled into the lungs was the smell of high-concentration formalin, ozone, and some nauseating stench of rotting flesh.
If an ordinary person from the outside were to step in here, even a single whiff would be enough to cause a mental breakdown on the spot.
How could this be considered a high-tech security base?
This was simply a one-to-one perfect replica of a Resident Evil scene!
On both sides of the corridor, there were no modern office facilities, only hundreds of huge containment chambers isolated by half-meter-thick explosion-proof glass.
Inside were not those uniformed, mass-produced T-103 Mass-Produced Tyrants in suits.
Instead, they were those indescribable "monsters" created by Dr. Zola during his research on type-z ore and ancient genes due to mutation failures.
"Roar—!"
A piercing roar, as if it could pierce human eardrums, suddenly exploded from the darkness on the left.
Accompanied by a dull "bang," the explosion-proof glass trembled violently.
A mutated hound, the size of a calf with no skin on its body, lunged fiercely at the glass. Its exposed dark red muscle fibers were writhing crazily, its huge jawbones split to the ear roots, and yellow-green mucus dripped down its fangs.
Its eyes, completely filled with blood-red, were staring fixedly at Chen Yuan in the corridor.
Its sharp claws scratched desperately at the explosion-proof glass, emitting a teeth-grinding "creak" sound, as if it would break through the wall in the next second and tear the human outside to pieces.
"Tsk."
Chen Yuan stopped, tilted his head slightly, and looked coldly at the irritable biochemical beast.
He did not retreat, not even knitting his brows.
"Is this the new breed you created by fusing the genes of a Zombie Dog with an African hyena?"
Chen Yuan reached out and tapped the glass covered in monster mucus twice. "The vitality is not bad, it's just that it looks too unappetizing. If this thing were let out to escort a client, I'm afraid the client would be scared to death by it first."
Dr. Zola, standing on the side, hurriedly came up, holding an electronic tablet for recording data.
"Boss, this is just a defective product!"
Dr. Zola pushed up the thick goggles on the bridge of his nose, looking at the mutated hound as if looking at a failed piece of art.
"The radiation energy of the type-z ore is too violent; the gene chains of ordinary carbon-based organisms simply cannot withstand that dimension of reorganization."
"Their cerebral cortexes were completely burned out in the radiation, losing all rationality, leaving only the most primitive instincts of killing and feeding. It is impossible to implant obedience commands like the Tyrants!"
Following their conversation, other containment chambers in the depths of the corridor seemed to be activated.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sounds of impact came one after another.
In a giant chamber on the right, a four-meter-tall mountain of flesh with three deformed arms was slamming its bone-spiked back against the titanium alloy wall.
In a corner further away, several blobs of soft organisms, which seemed to be stitched together from countless internal organs, were creeping on the glass, leaving behind trails of disgusting green mucus.
Roars, impacts, and shrill screams intertwined.
The entire seventh floor instantly turned into a thrilling purgatory of dancing demons.
"Out-of-control defective products?"
Chen Yuan looked at these crazily roaring monsters, a cruel arc curling at the corner of his mouth.
Far from feeling fear, he felt a kind of ultimate pleasure in controlling the power of life and death over all things.
"Zola, you are wrong."
Chen Yuan slowly placed his palm on the explosion-proof glass that was being fiercely slammed by the mutated hound.
"In this world, there is no such thing as true loss of control."
"There are only masters who are not strong enough."
The moment the words fell.
Deep within Chen Yuan's pitch-black eyes, a trace of extremely pure, ghostly blue light suddenly ignited.
A terrifying pressure, undetectable by scientific instruments yet capable of acting directly on the underlying genes, spread wildly in all directions with him as the center!
This was the ultimate aura unique to the perfect Host of the T-Virus.
It was the absolute silence command issued by the super-dimensional predator at the top of the food chain to lower-level organisms!
"Hum—"
The air seemed to be instantly drained at this moment.
The four-meter-tall mountain of flesh that had just been smashing the door crazily suddenly stiffened, and then collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, shivering all over.
Those soft organisms creeping on the glass were even more terrified, quickly shrinking into a ball and desperately burrowing into the shadows in the corners.
And that mutated hound closest to Chen Yuan.
In its blood-red eyes, originally full of violence and madness, there was now a trace of extremely human-like, extreme fear originating from the depths of its soul.
It let go of the claws it had been scratching on the glass.
The roar in its throat instantly turned into a kind of aggrieved, fawning, low whimper.
It obediently retreated two steps, its huge body pressed tightly against the cold floor, and lowered its ugly head deeply towards Chen Yuan outside the glass.
All beasts submit!
The entire underground seventh floor, in just two short seconds, turned from a noisy hell into a deathly silent cemetery where a pin drop could be heard.
"My God..."
The electronic tablet in Dr. Zola's hand fell directly to the ground.
He looked at this miracle-like scene in a daze, his breathing even stalled.
Without using any neural controllers, without injecting any sedatives, just by releasing a little of his own aura, he could make these completely irrational genetic monsters kneel collectively?
"Look, they are actually very obedient."
Chen Yuan withdrew his hand, the ghostly blue light in his eyes slowly fading, and he returned to his elegant, refined-scum appearance.
He turned his head and patted Dr. Zola's already stiff shoulder.
"Do not destroy these failed products. Leave them all here."
"But Boss, they cannot execute complex tactical missions..."
"Who said I wanted them to execute tactics?"
Chen Yuan sneered, his gaze sweeping over the endless corridor of the containment zone.
"This is the lowest level of Elysium Manor, the last line of defense for our core secrets. If any blind mouse manages to pass through the Tyrant Guard and the Red Queen's defense network above and sneaks down here..."
Chen Yuan's voice, under the gloomy red light, carried a creepy, sinister quality:
"Then I will open all these cages."
"Let those agents and killers who fancy themselves elites enjoy this ultimate biochemical escape game."
Dr. Zola swallowed, feeling a chill down his spine.
Moving a Resident Evil scene directly under his own house as a security door?
The Boss's heart is hundreds of times blacker than a viper's!
"It doesn't matter if the space is big."
Chen Yuan continued to walk forward, the sound of his military boots footsteps sounding exceptionally crisp amidst the silent group of monsters.
"As long as there is enough money and resources, there is no shortage of desperadoes in this world who would willingly sign a live experiment consent form just to survive."
"Don't worry, Zola. It won't be long before I fill these cages to the brim."
Chen Yuan was planning his grand "monster stamp collection" blueprint.
Suddenly.
"Bang!"
The exclusive direct elevator door to the underground seventh floor was kicked open extremely violently from the outside.
The harsh mechanical alarm sounded briefly before being forcibly cut off by the Red Queen.
Chen Yuan's brows furrowed sharply.
In this underground fortress, besides himself, no one dared to kick the door in such a rude manner. Even the most arrogant Assassin Queen Ada Wong would have to swipe her card honestly here.
He turned around, his eyes instantly becoming as sharp as a knife blade.
Victor was seen rushing into this eerie and terrifying containment zone, tumbling and crawling through the elevator door like a derailed cannonball of flesh.
His expensive Armani suit was already soaked with cold sweat, his tie twisted to the back of his head, and the fat on his face was crazily distorted with extreme terror.
He didn't even look at the explosion-proof chambers filled with monsters as he passed by.
It was as if something ten thousand times more terrifying than these biochemical monsters was chasing him from behind.
"Bo... Boss!"
Victor slid to his knees in front of Chen Yuan, hugging Chen Yuan's thigh, his voice sounding as shrill as a widow about to be sent to the guillotine.
"Boss! It's bad! The sky is falling!"
Chen Yuan's eye twitched slightly.
He kicked the useless fat man away.
"Shut up. Catch your breath before you speak."
Chen Yuan straightened his collar, his tone icy: "Did The Pentagon go back on their word? Or did that old undead Rockefeller drive his army into the manor?"
"No... neither!"
Victor sat on the ground, shaking his head desperately, his face full of despair.
He pointed at the ceiling above his head, stuttering and incoherent:
"It... it's your sister!"
"Boss! Your sister... Miss Chen Nuo is here!"