Virus research naturally made people think of advancing medicine.
But add human experimentation before those words, and the meaning changed entirely.
Biochemical weapons—
That was the term that immediately surfaced in Moro's mind after he finished reading the intelligence.
Come to think of it, the Rose of Poor, which this world classified as a bomb, was essentially a kind of biochemical weapon.
Even the Ant King after his rebirth, despite possessing a powerful body fused with countless superior genes, had failed to withstand the erosion of the Rose virus.
This showed just how unimaginable the upper limit of this world's viruses was—a forbidden zone for humanity.
Yet humanity had never stopped exploring the path of destruction...
The cheap, easy-to-manufacture Rose of Poor was proof enough.
Even so, Moro had not expected a gang to dare touch human experimentation involving viruses, even if, in the gang's eyes, it might have been nothing more than a highly profitable business.
"Nolan Gambino..."
Moro closed the email window, his expression blank.
Every word in the intelligence Argo had sent was drenched in blood, exposing the darkest side of the world.
After pocketing his phone, Moro went to a clothing store on the street and spent some money on an outfit to conceal his appearance. To be safe, he also bought a properly sized gas mask.
To the west of Plit Town lay a vast wetland forest. Many areas were shrouded in miasma, so gas masks were common equipment here.
And since this was a gray area, concealed and suspicious-looking outfits were perfectly ordinary. Even walking down the street in a gas mask was nothing unusual.
Moro was currently dressed in a loose black hoodie. With the hood up, a face mask, and sunglasses, his entire face was hidden.
He put the gas mask and