"All research personnel, evacuate the experimental zone immediately."
"Repeat that."
"All research personnel, evacuate the experimental zone immediately."
"All elevators in Area A have been suspended. All main passages have been closed. Research personnel, please proceed to the emergency exits and leave within five minutes."
"All emergency exits will be sealed in five minutes."
"All security personnel, proceed to the Sixth Floor immediately to provide support and deal with α-99."
After the alarm sounded.
A cold, emotionless mechanical voice came over the loudspeakers, making the announcement in an icy tone.
"Damn it!"
Dr. D couldn't help swearing.
Without a word, the assistant hurriedly gathered the documents on the table and stuffed them into a file bag before leaving the Operating Room with Dr. D.
They didn't even bother with Xu Yanxing, who was lying on the operating table.
"Something happened?"
Xu Yanxing watched the two of them quickly disappear, his mind spinning frantically.
"What is α-99?"
"Is that another experimental subject number?"
He knew that the body he had been transplanted into was designated β-20, but he didn't know the rules behind the numbering system. His own number was 400, without any letter in front of it.
"No matter what."
"This seems to be an opportunity?"
Looking at the Operating Room's door, which had not been closed, and listening to the announcement repeating incessantly beside him, he suddenly felt a surge of hope for survival.
Perhaps...
Could he escape in the chaos?
Once he thought of that.
He could no longer sit still.
He braced himself and sat up on the operating table, but soon, an intense weakness nearly sent him sprawling back down.
He was like a patient suffering from muscular dystrophy.
His body had no strength.
Even getting off the bed, an ordinary action, was incredibly difficult.