He skillfully entered the password, verified his fingerprint, retina, and was scanned by infrared...
The stone door opened, and Locke stepped down the stone stairs.
Here, there was a pure high-tech underground laboratory.
Keen instruments, transparent glass compartments, countless glass boxes, some scientists in white coats busied themselves within the workspace.
As soon as Locke entered, the black panther that had been crouching in front of the glass compartment walked over with an elegant gait and light, tiptoe steps.
"Good boy, you did very well," Locke praised as he stroked its head, a cold smile cracked at the corner of his mouth, looking at the dark figure of a man floating in the liquid in the experiment box, his long eyelashes drooping, his face pale as death.
Maxwell Cameron was in eternal slumber within the machine, like forever sinking into boundless darkness.
Locke knelt on one knee before him, gazing at the king he had guarded all his life...
