Chapter 128: Principle (3)
“Hooh—wielding a sword, huh? I don’t know which school you trained under, but let’s see how you fare against me—”
Eight walked past the swordsman renowned for their skill.
“You... you won’t get any further... beyond here... Ugh—my, my head...”
He passed a powerful psychic, leaving them clutching their head in agony.
[You are currently trespassing on private property. This is a serious legal violation and—]
He bypassed the corporation’s androids, ignoring their robotic warnings.
Pushing through countless obstacles, Eight finally reached the core of the secret research lab. As he glanced around, he let out a hollow laugh.
“No wonder you wanted to keep this hidden.”
At the deepest part of the lab were rows upon rows of tanks filled with formalin. Inside, dozens—no, hundreds—of what looked like newborn infants floated, their tiny forms resembling something that had only recently emerged from the fetal stage.
It didn’t take much to deduce the nature of the experiments being conducted here. Human cloning—an act considered even more reprehensible than murder on Earth. And this wasn’t merely about creating humans; it seemed they were using the clones as raw materials.
If federal investigators saw this, they would erase all evidence of such atrocities from history. Eight, however, didn’t say a word. With a simple wave of his hand, his two assistants, Hanee and Meister, stepped forward and began smashing the rows of tanks one by one.
‘These bastards don’t even deserve to be called human...’