Hansen, You Can't Escape Now!

93. Hansen, You Can't Escape Now!

Reid stared at the creatures appearing before him and realized that, judging by their appearance, they resembled animals he knew had long gone extinct.

"Deinonychus."

Reid recalled the intelligence he had heard—Biotechnica had been researching the resurrection of ancient life. It seemed these were the experimental subjects from those rumors.

Even an experienced agent like Reid had inevitably been exposed to all kinds of dinosaur fantasies as a child. He even remembered that classic old movie about cloning prehistoric behemoths back to life. Of course, the so-called "resurrection" in that film had merely been imitations stitched together with modern genes.

But Biotechnica was entirely different. With their technological capabilities, "reviving ancient life" probably meant bringing truly extinct species back into the world.

Fighting dinosaurs—and obviously modified ones at that. Even for Reid, this was a first.

Breathing lightly, Reid's expression was focused and grim.

For an agent, there were two most dangerous situations in combat.

One was encountering an enemy without any preparation. The other was knowing absolutely nothing about the enemy's intelligence or fighting methods.

Reid had faced both situations before, even at the same time, and he had survived. Today would be no exception.

Bang!

The gunshot tore through the brief silence. It was not Reid who fired, but Albert Murphy. The bullet grazed Reid's shoulder and blasted a crater into the wall behind him.

The mechanical deinonychus closest to Reid kicked off the ground with its hind legs and lunged like a blur. It was far faster than expected, its metal claws carving icy arcs through the dim light.

Reid did not meet it head-on. The Discard Pistol spat flame, but the bullet was not aimed at the dinosaur. Instead, it struck the fire sprinkler on the ceiling of the passage.