Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
After Lu Xin pressed little nineteen against the wall three times in a row, the laboratory began to shake.
The test tubes, the green liquid in the pool, and the chocolate on the operator's table all trembled slightly. It was as if the basement was experiencing a slight earthquake. Even the incandescent lights flickered for a moment.
"What's that?"
Zhao Shiming, who was wearing white gloves and mixing the medicine in the flask, frowned slightly and stopped what he was doing.
Not far away from him, Chen Xun was gently pulling off the mask he was wearing.
He gently picked up a squirming brain that had a strange sense of beauty and placed it beside Zhao Shiming.
As he admired the brain, he smiled. "That's the power of a tyrant."
Zhao Shiming was slightly stunned and turned around stiffly,"Is it the tyrant that you guys stole?"
"Yes, but it's an incomplete body."
