159: Chapter 159 Livestream Chat: This isn't a pharmaceutical factory, it's a bunker!

"Stop with the self-indulgent act! You've all been fooled by this guy!"

This bold, red-highlighted barrage comment was like a sudden crack of thunder in a silent night, brutally tearing through the nauseating sentimentality of the live stream.

The ID of the person who sent this comment was "Tactical Old Cannon," and their profile was verified as an overseas defense and security expert.

Tens of millions of netizens who were wiping away tears were stunned.

Chen Nuo was also dumbfounded, holding her phone and staring blankly at the screen.

"Zoom in and look at Da Zhuang's feet!" Tactical Old Cannon's barrage raged again, "He just stomped and crushed the lawn and landscape bricks, and what's exposed underneath is definitely not ordinary concrete! That's a load-bearing plate made of titanium-tungsten alloy with a matte coating!"

"Load-bearing plates of this caliber are extremely expensive; they are usually only laid on aircraft carrier decks or in armored vehicle garages used to park sixty-ton main battle tanks!"

"What kind of legitimate veterinary Pharmaceutical Factory needs to pave its garden with tank load-bearing plates? Is it really necessary to go to such lengths to guard against wild boars?"

Once this hardcore expert knowledge was dropped, the sentiment in the entire live room instantly began to shift.

Countless eagle-eyed netizens immediately took screenshots and zoomed in.

"Holy crap! It really is a metal plate! It even has anti-slip chamfered patterns on it!"

"I knew there was a reason Da Zhuang's stomp sounded so muffled! It turns out there's a massive piece of iron underneath!"

Tactical Old Cannon clearly had no intention of stopping there; his barrage comments were machine-gunning their way through everyone's nerves.

"Look at the cross-section of the machine gun bunker wall in the distance! That level of dull reflectivity and thickness is definitely military-grade blast-proof concrete! That thing is designed specifically to withstand direct hits from bunker-busting bombs and thermobaric weapons!"

"You call this guarding against wild boars? This is more than enough to defend against a mechanized infantry battalion!"

Just then, a cleaning lady holding a mop happened to walk across the live stream frame.

It was the Dark Web's fourth assassin, "Thousand-Faced Person," who had been forcibly recruited by Chen Yuan and was wearing a human-skin mask.

Tactical Old Cannon's barrage turned a deep, intense red, carrying a chilling sense of dread.

"Forget about that three-meter-tall monster! Look at that cleaning lady!"

"Toes touching the ground first, knees slightly bent, body center of gravity completely locked onto the torso's central axis! She didn't even kick up a speck of dust while walking!"

"This is the top-tier CQB indoor close-quarters tactical silent step! Even the core instructors of the Navy SEALs might not walk this standard! And you're telling me this is just a cleaning lady at a Pharmaceutical Factory?!"

Silence.

A suffocating silence.

If the electric fence and machine guns earlier could barely be explained by the tough nature of people in Texas, then these terrifying details, stripped bare frame by frame, completely shattered everyone's last shred of fantasy.

After a brief, deathly silence, the barrage exploded with true nuclear force.

"I'm losing my mind! This isn't a Pharmaceutical Factory at all! This is a military fortress disguised as a business!"

"Da Zhuang isn't a pituitary tumor patient! Combined with the titanium alloy floor from earlier, this is definitely a bio-weapon they created!"

"It's terrifying when you think about it! Even the cleaning lady is a top-tier special forces soldier! Streamer, what kind of anti-human activities is your brother involved in?!"

"Run, little sister! You've walked into a terrorist's den! They're going to silence you!"

Panic, conspiracy theories, extreme shock.

Various emotions spread like a virus across the internet.

Chen Nuo looked at the shocking analysis filling the screen, feeling the blood rushing to her head.

She turned her head bit by bit to look at her brother, who was still wearing his white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses.

Her brother, who had always been gentle and refined, now, set against the backdrop of the cold, towering walls and the terrifying giant, exuded an unfamiliarity that chilled one to the bone.

"Brother..."

Chen Nuo's voice trembled like an old cello playing in the cold wind. "Is... is what they're saying true?"

Chen Yuan had already mentally greeted the ancestors of that guy called Tactical Old Cannon to the eighteenth generation.

Do these military enthusiasts have nothing better to do? Watching a live stream with a magnifying glass?

But he still maintained his composure on the surface.

"Nuo Nuo, internet keyboard warriors love to exaggerate." Chen Yuan reached out to comfort his sister's trembling shoulders. "Those are just ordinary steel plates, and this lady was just a dormitory manager at a martial arts school before."

"Don't touch me!"

Chen Nuo backed away two steps like a frightened rabbit.

The massive amount of information and the sense of fear were tearing her brain apart.

This was not a Pharmaceutical Factory.

Her brother was no longer the weak, bullied boy in the Chen family.

He was a devil. A terrifying tyrant who sat atop a private army and a war fortress.

"Boss, the online public opinion has completely spiraled out of control." Victor stood by, his voice lowered, his chubby face pale. "The Pentagon's satellites have added two more just now, staring fixedly at us."

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, his eyes finally turning cold.

Paper cannot wrap up fire.

Since this thin veil of sentimentality had been torn away, there was no need for him to keep pretending.

Just as Chen Yuan was about to order the live stream signal to be cut off forcibly.

Chen Nuo, in a state of extreme panic and distraction, felt her legs go weak.

Her palms were covered in cold sweat.

The selfie stick holding the phone slipped instantly.

"Clatter."

The phone fell to the ground, but it didn't break; instead, it rolled down a sloped ramp in the backyard of the estate.

The image tumbled in a violent, dizzying spin.

The hearts of tens of millions of netizens rose to their throats.

"Rumble—"

The selfie stick rolled to the end of the ramp and hit something hard with a "clang," coming to a stop.

Because of the angle, the camera was tilted, looking upwards at what was in front.

It was a huge, heavy, and oppressive metal gate.

The gate was painted with glaring yellow and black warning stripes.

In the center was a huge red skull and a biochemical symbol representing extreme danger.

Next to it hung a blood-stained sign: 【Abyss Restricted Area, Trespassers Will Die】.

Breathing in the live room stopped once again.

Chen Yuan looked at the core basement gate that the camera was locked onto, his eyes turning instantly sharp.

That was the door to the underground biochemical vault.

And it was also the core entrance to Umbrella's hell.