"Where did these people come from?"
There were more than thirty people in this group, both men and women. Their faces displayed all kinds of expressions: panic, composure, wild delight, and venomous malice.
There was no shortage of any kind.
The staff on the Fourth Floor had long since fled. Otherwise, Xu Yanxing would never have been able to swagger into the warehouse.
So there was no need to ask.
These people were undoubtedly all experimental subjects.
Besides.
Judging by their appearances, only experimental subjects could be dressed in such rags—or even be completely naked—with bodies covered in horrifying wounds.
Several had been cut open, their organs exposed, shocking to behold.
Several more no longer looked human.
Some had bloody tombstones in place of their upper bodies, with what passed for human faces being photographs attached to the tombstones.
Humans had fused with Supernatural Items.
And they had still managed to retain their sanity and self-awareness.
If this had happened in the outside world, it would certainly have caused an uproar. Yet among this group, several people were actually like this.
There was another person.
Dense, writhing insects had grown from his hands and feet like body hair.
These insects.
Every one of them was an independently existing Mutated Insect.
They parasitized the human body without destroying it. Instead, they had reached a certain balance and achieved symbiosis.
"That young man stayed behind to release the Fourth Floor's experimental subjects?"
Xu Yanxing watched the scene.
He immediately guessed the answer.
In fact, he had previously considered whether he should help the experimental subjects trapped in the laboratories. However, first, although he had picked up an identity card, his authority was still insufficient.
It was impossible for him to open the doors of so many laboratories.
Second.
He was no different