The three of them cautiously gathered around an infant pod, their footsteps as light as falling feathers, afraid of disturbing even the slightest thing within this sealed space.
The infant pod had been placed on a specially made metal frame, surrounded by all manner of complex instruments. Wires and tubes intertwined like a technological Nest filled with mysterious power.
The baby inside was sleeping peacefully, its tender little face looking especially innocent under the soft light within the pod.
Their gazes instantly locked onto the small vial that was continuously feeding the baby an infusion.
The little bottle hung from a simple IV stand. Its glass surface gave off a faint cold gleam, and it was half-filled with blue liquid.
The liquid swayed gently inside the bottle, flashed with a mysterious sheen, as though it concealed countless unknown secrets.
"This has to be that Compound!"
Billy Butcher and Frenchie blurted it out almost at the same time. Their voices trembled slightly with excitement, sounding especially abrupt in the silent room.
Excitement burned in Butcher's eyes—the scorching desire to uncover the truth at last.
Frenchie clenched his fists, his knuckles whitened from the force. This discovery could have enormous consequences.
To them, the bizarre sight of blue liquid being infused into a baby pointed to one thing: they had found the crucial evidence and were about to tear away the veil hiding Vought Company's crimes.
However, Mother's Milk had always been cautious. He frowned slightly, concern in his eyes. "We've never seen it before. What if it isn't the Compound?"
The importance of this mission went without saying. A single mistaken judgment could cause all their efforts to come to nothing, so even in the face of this seemingly conclusive evidence, he remained cautious.
Butcher, however, did not care about that.