Chapter 1002

The laboratory was as quiet as a silent world. Otto and the other mutants were all dumbfounded, not daring to look at each other.

At this moment, Su Quan was—when spring comes, I don't speak first, which insect dares to make a sound?

"What are your plans?" Su Quan asked Otto.

Otto looked around blankly and shook his head: "I, I don't know either..."

"Then follow me."

Although Otto was old and couldn't fight anymore, his attainments in research on mutant genes were still very high.

Although Mr. Sinister and Dr. Reyes and others also had a certain understanding and research on mutant genes, their research was mainly based on transplanting mutant abilities, far less practical and popular than the research on "suppressing or amplifying mutant abilities."

Otto himself researched the serum agent that suppressed mutant abilities, plus the "Kick" serum formula that could amplify mutant abilities. Taking the essence and discarding the dross might give himself a surprise.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

A series of slightly messy footsteps broke the silence in the laboratory where a needle could be heard falling.

Another team of agents came to the laboratory.

"Hands up, squat down, hands behind your head!"

The person hadn't arrived, but the voice came first.

An agent roared loudly, shouting the warning procedure.

Then...

He saw the corpses lying in a mess on the ground and Su Quan, who was composed. He was dumbfounded, and cold sweat poured out.

"If shouting could solve problems, donkeys could rule the world." Su Quan picked his ear and said to the agent who seemed to be frozen: "Take care of yourself, don't make any last words."

The agent nodded subconsciously and made a gesture of zipping his mouth.

Young man, you are very cheeky.

Su Quan laughed dumbly, his expression suddenly became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Everyone, listen to the command."

"Attention!"

With a swish, all the agents stood at attention instantly.

"About face..."

The agents turned around.

"Forward march!"

"Thump, thump, thump... thump, thump, thump..."

The uniform footsteps accompanied the orderly queue of agents, gradually moving away...

Everyone in the laboratory was stunned. You are agents of Trask Industries. The invading enemy killed your boss and colleagues, and you actually listen to the enemy's command?

Well, you might be under psychic control, but Su Quan's "whim" was too showy.

You've taken all the bamboo shoots.

"Success."