Chapter 326: Live Longer
There were six guards standing at the end of the white hallway, their hands on their rifles, and I could feel the tension even from this distance.
"Now, as ashamed as I am to say it, my vision for Tank is really lacking," said Gerald as he continued to push me toward the pissed-off guards. I could only assume that Tank and his newfound pack were locked behind that door. Otherwise, why would the guards look like they were ready to throw down at any second?
"You don’t say?" I replied simply because it seemed like he was waiting for a reply from me. "You created 150 Tanks; how is that lacking?"
"Well, after I spoke to Adam, I realized that I was really holding back the animal’s potential," chuckled Gerald. With how happy he was, plus adding Adam into the mix, I had a sense of foreboding.
"I’m dying to know what Adam had to say," I smiled. I had to remind myself that this was all for fun, and at the end of the day, I wasn’t going to be the one dying.
Everything was well in hand. I could do this.
"Adam asked why I had stopped at simply cloning Tank using the zombie DNA when I could add more and create a whole new being." The man honestly sounded like a kid on Christmas morning, and I could feel his giddiness coming off him in waves behind me.
"I see," I hummed, my head unconsciously trying to nod. When the hell would they unstrap me from this chair? If I wasn’t here to be tortured, then I would at least like to be able to nod my head. "I assume it was a failure?"
Since Tank was a Hellhound demon... and, therefore, immune to the whole zombie thing, I could only guess that it was a complete failure.