Osborne Group, Norman's expression was cold as he put down his phone.
The "American Military Industry Club" is truly formidable, directly tapping into the first-hand information.
"...That old fellow, has indeed betrayed me."
Norman spoke with conviction, making almost everyone forget that it was he who first decided not to care about Ethan's cutting.
Whirr—
The operating table, with a person strapped to it, was pushed into the room.
This was an operating room, and Norman had also put on his long-abandoned white coat, accompanied by two scientists assisting with the surgery—
All brought to him by his new friends.
"Mmph... Mmph——!"
The man on the table was in utter terror, trying to scream but his mouth was gagged, and despite his limbs thrashing wildly, he was immobilized by the restraints on the table.
Norman put on a mask and waved to his assistant, "Begin the surgery."
