At 20:43 on July 14, 2017, Beijing underground secret laboratory.
"Dr. Ling, Sample No. HC1480 in Area 8 suddenly mutated and hurt people wantonly. Please support!" After the announcer finished speaking, the lights dimmed and suddenly went out for a few seconds. Only a few sporadic lights were left emitting dark light. They blinked and could not illuminate the passage ahead. A strange atmosphere filled people's hearts, and the depressed people did not dare to be exaggerated. They were so suspicious of the surroundings.
"Dr. Ling, run! You can escape even if I'm holding you up! Hurry...!" A laboratory assistant held a cutter to block the incoming virus-infected patients. His white robe was stained with blood, and a looming wound on the tiger's mouth on the hand holding the cutter had turned purple-black, but the person involved had no idea.
"Sorry, Ling Hao..."
In the dark passage, familiar figures and familiar voices are chilling. The military knife in Fu Xie's hand pierced Ling Hao's heart just before the virus-infected person arrived. A large amount of blood poured out, making the already dyed white robe even redder. The rushing blood flowed down the white robe and dripped on the mottled ground, which was shocking.
"Dr. Fu... Dr. Fu?"
"Please make some contribution to the experimental subject? It doesn't seem to be full yet." Fu Xiezhi's facial features were distorted and he laughed sadly.