boyutpedia Chapter 223 Perfect Experimental Subject
Chapter 223 Perfect Experimental Subject
The rest of the soldiers followed suit. Three smoke bombs drew graceful arcs in the air and then exploded. Thick smoke quickly filled the entire battlefield.
"Attention, he's looking for us! Switch modes, be careful!" The soldier's voice echoed in the smoke, sounding particularly clear. He knew that in this thick fog, the attacker would likely take advantage of the opportunity to launch an attack.
As expected, deep in the jungle, the aliens didn't dare to act rashly. They hid their bodies and carefully observed the movements on the battlefield. But although their response was smooth, it gave Ron a sense of foreboding.
However, at this moment, several crisp gunshots suddenly rang out from the smoke. Several flashes of fire flashed, and several bullets accurately hit the aliens hiding in the darkness. Their bodies trembled violently and then fell to the ground.
The soldiers came in neat steps, holding the latest technological products in their hands - infrared detectors, which could accurately lock onto targets even in thick white fog.
The soldiers acted swiftly and efficiently, and soon, another Level 3 target was captured. The individual had been hiding deep in the jungle, believing himself to be concealed, but he hadn't anticipated the soldiers' hawk-like gaze, and was ultimately unearthed. This time, the captured individual was a Level 3 Inhuman—Spirit Insect Saiyan.
The sun shone brightly, and Behemoth's men had firmly secured the market, maintaining order. The mission to capture the Level 3 target was proceeding exceptionally smoothly, with the coordinates quickly marked and ready for capture.
"Group 17 continues to advance, everything is normal." A report came from the intercom, and Ron's brow relaxed slightly.
"Group 23 encountered a small amount of resistance and is being suppressed." The voice of another group followed closely.
Ron nodded, assessing the situation in his mind. Then, more good news arrived: "679 and 876 have been captured. The coordinates have been marked and are awaiting receipt. The team is continuing the search..."
However, not all teams had such smooth sailing. A hurried voice suddenly rang out from Group 7's intercom: "Target in pursuit! Coordinates sent, equipment and support needed! Targeting Level Hardshell Professor - Roddis!"
Ron's eyes glared at this. The secondary target, Hardshell Professor Roddis, was a formidable figure. He quickly formulated a strategy and then ordered, "Iron Fist, accept the mission!"
Iron Fist's voice came, "Got it! Ron, just wait and see our performance!"
Iron Fist boarded a plane and quickly departed for Paradise. He picked up the intercom again, "Hyena, Explosive Man, gather your men and set off! Big G's intel says Sean and Trampled are both there. I heard Sean actually lost to Trampled in a one-on-one duel? Humph, how is that possible!"
Ron's tone was filled with disdain and anger. He knew Sean's strength well, and he clearly couldn't accept his loss to Dao Diao. He repeatedly reminded him, "Remember, your first priority is to rescue Sean and bring Dao Diao back alive! I want to interrogate him personally!"
Hyena whispered to the explosive man beside him: "Did you hear that, Explosion? The heroes of justice need us to rescue them. In this world, there are always those who claim to be the light, but they don't know that we in the darkness are their true saviors."
The explosive man curled up his lips in a sneer, and that smile looked particularly sinister in the dim light.
"Ron, do we really have to get involved in this matter?"
Ron stood between the two men. "I can't help it, Explosion. These past few days, the entire world seems to be plagued by misfortune, and it's a mess. The people Sean sent have been so busy as tops that they don't have the energy to care about our little island."
Hyena nodded. "I understand! What's happening here really shouldn't be seen by those heroes of Sean's faction. If they knew, they might cause more trouble. If you weren't concerned about the forces behind Sean, we wouldn't have to be so secretive. We would have wiped him and that upside-down guy out of this world long ago."
At this point, Hyena paused deliberately, as if observing Ron's reaction. Seeing his face grow increasingly gloomy, he secretly rejoiced and continued to fan the flames. "What I don't understand is, Sean is such a troublemaker, why are you still refusing to let him go? Don't tell me you don't have the ability. Have your men take action and make that arrogant guy and that always slacking off upside down completely disappear. It shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"
The hyena's words were like a sharp dagger, piercing Ron's heart. Ron's face turned ashen in an instant, and his eyes seemed to be spewing fire.
"That's enough!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the empty night. "If you don't want your heads to burst into brilliant sparks like those fireworks, shut up and get to work!"
The hyena smiled smugly, his tone joking: "Okay, Master~ I..."
After saying this, he turned and left with a brisk pace, as if everything that had just happened was just a harmless joke. The explosive man followed Ron silently. Although he said nothing, his clenched fists revealed his inner resentment and anger.
After the two figures completely disappeared from sight, Ron stood alone in front of the laboratory. The sea breeze in the night was a bit cool, but it could not blow away the thoughts in his heart.
"How can you rubbish possibly understand that as SP1 receptor survivors, Sean and the Hanged Man are of immeasurable value to me and the company."
He turned, his gaze sweeping across the closed laboratory door, a complex mix of emotions welling up within him. "Project '1' was originally developed to steadily activate the human body's potential. It was the key to human evolution, a bridge to the unknown. However, of all the recipients, except for Sean and the Upside Down, none survived, and their causes of death varied."
Ron walked to the lab window and peered through the glass at the delicate instruments and flashing indicator lights within. "Those two successful individuals displayed seemingly endless potential. Every experiment astonished us. But to this day, we still can't determine what miracle the '1' spawned in them. Those uniquely numbered SPs were like shooting stars streaking across the night sky, beautiful yet fleeting, unrepeatable and unrepeatable."
He sighed. "If the variable of success or failure truly depends on people, rather than science, then this conclusion will undoubtedly be deeply disappointing to the company and to me personally. But the success of '1' has been astonishing. It's like a Pandora's box that has been opened, releasing endless temptations and possibilities. The company will not give up, and neither can I. Research on '1' must continue."