He entered the cabin.
Only a few seats were located in the corner; the rest of the space was a fully equipped biochemical laboratory. Song He was deeply shaken.
He did not waste any time and quickly got to work culturing the Song He Bacteria Symbiote he had brought with him.
As he worked, he could not help glancing outside.
Professor Ma yawned in the corner, lowering his head for a nap.
Liang An raised her hand and pressed against the cabin wall. A drawer radiating bright white light slowly opened. She drew a chilling handgun from behind her waist, pulled out several loaded magazines, and placed them inside the drawer.
Afterward, she silently took a seat and closed her eyes to rest.
The transport plane roared into the air. Song He operated everything with extreme care. Fortunately, the liquid in the culture bottles barely sloshed. Once they leveled out, it remained completely still—he could not even feel that they were flying.
Several hours later, the transport plane began its descent. Liang An and Professor Ma opened their eyes at the same time.
"How is it?" Professor Ma wheeled himself closer.
"It hasn't had time to evolve yet. I cultured several extra bottles of the symbiote, and its activity is good," Song He said.
"Pack everything up." Professor Ma nodded. "Take it all with us."
Soon, the transport plane hit the ground with a thud and began roaring along the runway. The heavy, terrifying noise gradually diminished as it slowed.
The cabin door opened, and fresh air poured in. A pitch-black sedan was waiting ahead.
Song He and Liang An worked together to lift Professor Ma into the back seat. Song He sat beside him.
After closing the car door, Liang An suddenly pulled a pitch-black hood from her pocket.