The middle-aged man held a gun, but after weighing the situation, he chose not to fire.
He silently studied the man in front of him wearing gold-rimmed glasses, then asked, "Was all this prepared for me?"
"Not exactly."
The man in the gold-rimmed glasses smiled as he explained, "I hadn't planned to use such forceful methods to invite you in, but plans can't keep up with changes, so I had to act early. I have a very good project that needs your help. We're leaving tonight."
The middle-aged man looked up at him and said calmly, "The Research Institute is very good at keeping secrets. Kidnapping me won't be of any use."
"I know."
The man in the gold-rimmed glasses smiled. "That's why, when I came to pick you up, the people I planted in the secret research project you were overseeing were already transporting the instruments and critical parasitic materials you needed... It was your son who helped me get them inside. He's always had the urge to rebel against you and take revenge on you... In addition, a powerful pollution incident is about to erupt in Central City."
"The Special Action Team from Satellite City No. 7 should be too busy to deal with us right now, and they won't arrive in the short term."
"So we have plenty of time to get you out."
As he spoke, he put his glasses back on, then smiled and extended his hand. "Happy cooperation!"
The middle-aged man got out of the car with the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He did not shake his hand, merely surveying the surroundings.
He saw that the armed personnel who had previously protected him had all turned into bloody, fleshy monsters. They were not dead yet, but their bodies twitched as their flesh surged