95: Chapter 95 Since you're here, stay and be a test subject.

The lighting on the fifth underground floor was a pale white tinged with a ghostly blue.

Besides the smell of disinfectant, the air was mixed with a faint, sweet, and bloody scent, like some kind of internal organ being boiled.

The elevator doors opened with a "ding."

Alice dragged Thousand-Faced Person by the ankle with one hand, like a bag of trash, leaving a long, dark red blood trail on the floor.

"No... please... kill me..."

Thousand-Faced Person's voice was raspy.

She had completely lost the pride of being "Fourth on the Dark Web"; all that remained was the instinct for survival.

Her gaze swept across both sides of the corridor.

Inside those massive transparent tanks, biological organs of various shapes floated; some were even pulsing rhythmically.

Chen Yuan lit a new cigar.

He stepped out of the elevator.

His leather shoes stepped on the bloodstains.

Making a wet, sticky sound that made one's scalp tingle.

"Kill you? That would be too wasteful."

Chen Yuan exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, his eyes looking exceptionally cold in the dim corridor. "You will become a cornerstone of scientific progress; you should feel honored."

At the end of the corridor, the heavy airtight door slid open automatically.

"Oh! Boss! You've brought a gift today that I simply cannot refuse!"

His voice preceded his appearance.

Dr. Zola, looking like a large bat, suddenly emerged from behind a pile of complex pipes.

His messy white hair looked like it was about to explode.

The goggles on the bridge of his nose still had a few spots of suspicious green slime.

His eyes gleaming, he rushed to Thousand-Faced Person, not even bothering to greet Chen Yuan.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, such tight muscle fibers."

Zola squatted down, his withered fingers pressing hard on Thousand-Faced Person's arm, his gaze fanatical. "This breathing frequency, this stress response after severe trauma... perfect! Simply a work of art!"

Thousand-Faced Person shrank her neck in terror.

In this old madman's eyes, she saw no respect for a fellow human, only the greed of looking at top-tier experimental material.

"This is one of the top five assassins on the Dark Web. Her physical constitution should be able to withstand your 'little experiments,' right?"

Chen Yuan walked to a nearby console and casually flipped through the electronic logs.

"She can! She definitely can!"

Zola cackled, turned his head, and waved a hand toward the shadows.

Several massive dark silhouettes slowly walked out.

They were Engineering Tyrants responsible for transport.

They roughly hauled Thousand-Faced Person up and pushed her toward the massive operating table in the center of the lab, which was covered in various probe needles and electrodes.

"Boss, do you know how distressed I've been lately?"

Zola chattered while adjusting the equipment. "Those gang members were too weak. Their cardiopulmonary functions failed before the agents could take full effect. It was a complete waste of materials!"

"But this one... oh, God."

Zola lightly stroked a nearby machine that was constantly spraying cold air.

That machine was connected to a complex helmet, which was densely packed with fine needles several centimeters long.

"This is a Nerve Stripper."

Zola pointed at the terrifying device and snickered. "Later, I'll insert these needles into every pain nerve plexus of hers and then inject Type-Z Energy Liquid. That feeling... she'll definitely never forget it for the rest of her life."

On the laboratory walls.

Rows of rusted serrations, arc blades flashing with blue light, and hydraulic devices used to forcibly pry open chest cavities were hanging.

Every piece of equipment bore dried, indelible dark stains.

Thousand-Faced Person stared intently at those things.

Her psychological defenses completely collapsed at this moment.

"Chen Yuan! You demon! You'll die a horrible death!"

She screamed hysterically, her body struggling wildly on the alloy operating table.

Chen Yuan walked to the operating table.

He lowered his head, looking closely at that distorted, pretty face covered in tears and blood.

He reached out.

He gently patted her cheek, his movements so tender it was terrifying.

"Shh."

"Stop screaming."

"Save some strength; there'll be plenty of time for you to scream your heart out later."

Chen Yuan turned his head.

He looked at Dr. Zola, his gaze becoming deep and cold: "She's all yours. I want to see the most detailed data report on brain potential development."

"No problem, Boss! I guarantee she'll spit out the secrets of every single cell!"

Dr. Zola let out a neurotic laugh.

He impatiently pressed the switch for the massive surgical light overhead.

"Snap!"

Blinding white light fell vertically.

"alright，Little baby，Let's start with the simplest pain experiment.."

Dr. Zola picked up a thick syringe.

While squeezing out a bit of liquid under Thousand-Faced Person's terrified gaze, he shouted to Chen Yuan without looking back:

"Boss, sit over there for a while! I have a grand finale surprise for you!"

Chen Yuan walked to the leather sofa in the lounge area and sat down.

He listened to the first ear-piercing, shrill scream coming from behind him.

His expression remained unchanged.

He even had the leisure to check the time.

This was his order.

Here, there were no so-called morals or bottom lines, only constantly evolving technology and absolute rule.

Screams echoed in the hall.

One after another.

Accompanied by the buzzing of electric currents and the roar of hydraulic equipment, they formed a hair-raising symphony.

About ten minutes later.

Dr. Zola ran over, drenched in sweat, with a few more splashes of fresh red on his white lab coat.

But the excitement on his face had reached its peak.

His whole body was trembling slightly.

"Boss! Boss!"

He rushed to Chen Yuan, clutching a sealed canister with a dull golden luster tightly in his hand.

"It's done!"

"Your investment has finally paid off!"

Dr. Zola's voice was somewhat raspy from excessive excitement.

He suddenly dropped to one knee, holding the sealed canister high above his head, like presenting a crown to a king.

Chen Yuan put down his wine glass.

He stared at the sealed canister, a very intense look of expectation flashing in his eyes for the first time.

"You mean..."

"Yes! Boss!"

Dr. Zola looked up, his bloodshot eyes filled with madness and ecstasy.

He shouted loudly:

The Perfect T-Virus Enhancer!

"It's done!"