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Chapter 272 Infiltrating the Water Plant
The black SUV had its lights off and was parked in the bushes outside the North District water plant.

The rear door clicked open, and five figures filed out, the reflective strips on their tactical uniforms gleaming in the moonlight.

Xiao Ran held the thermal imaging camera up to his eyes, and three red dots were flashing on the screen: "The three patrols turn every seven minutes, and there is a 15-second blind spot in the southeast corner of the surveillance."

Su Wanqing looked down at the terminal, her fingertips rapidly typing on the virtual keyboard: "The camera is looping the footage from ten minutes ago, twelve minutes in the security window."

She looked up at the wall and said, "Follow the route Xiao Ran pointed out."

The group had just started moving when Lin Che suddenly stopped. He pressed his right hand to his chest, his Adam's apple bobbing twice. "It feels stronger and stronger," he said in a muffled voice. "There's something shouting in the water."

His eyes glowed blue in the night, like two small lamps.

Xiao Ran placed his thumb on the switch of the stun glove, while his other hand rested lightly on Lin Che's back: "Can you hold on?"

Lin Che closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the blue light had dimmed slightly: "Let's go."

Xiao Ran took out wire cutters and cut a notch in the barbed wire. Su Wanqing was the first to crawl in, turning back to give a hand signal.

Lu Zhao tugged at Xiao Ling's sleeve, and the two of them followed her in, crouching low.

"Divide into groups." Su Wanqing pointed towards the main building. "Lu Zhao and Xiaoling, go to the control room; the three of us will work in the processing center. Meet up to the north in twelve minutes." She glanced at her watch. "It's 2:28 now."

Lu Zhao nodded and pulled Xiao Ling towards the main building. The motion-activated lights in the corridor turned on and off behind them as they walked.

As I turned the corner, a man in dark blue overalls walked towards me.

He walked with his feet flat on the ground, his arms swinging straight, and his eyes gleaming with the same blue light as Lin Che's.

Xiaoling instinctively shrank behind Lu Zhao. The man brushed past them expressionlessly, his footsteps disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Lu Zhao whispered into the headset, "We've encountered suspicious individuals in the control room; they appear to be under control."

"Stay alert," Su Wanqing's voice came through the earpiece.

The control room door was secured with an iris lock. Lu Zhao took a silver cube from his tactical bag and stuck it on the lock.

The red indicator light flashed three times and then popped open with a "click".

The lights in the control room were all on, and more than twenty monitors covered half a wall.

Xiaoling rushed to the control panel, her fingers flying across the keyboard: "There's activity in the processing center; at least six people are operating the equipment."

She brought up several split screens, and the workers in the images moved in unison, bending over and straightening up at the same time, like puppets being pulled by strings.

Lu Zhao plugged the USB drive into the host interface, and the data bar started scrolling: "The increase in pollutants over the past 48 hours has been exponential, and the injection point is indeed in the main processing pool."

He leaned closer to the screen. "Look at this curve. It matches the conversion time Lin Che mentioned."

Xiaoling suddenly stopped. She opened an encrypted folder, and code scrolled across the screen as green bars: "Brother Lu, this code is wrong."

She hovered the mouse over the text twice. "It's not written by a human; it looks like it was automatically generated by an algorithm." She pointed to a line of characters. "Look at this loop structure. It repeats every seventeen characters. It's completely different from human programming habits."

"Save it carefully, we'll analyze it later." Lu Zhao unplugged the USB drive. "Three minutes left."

On the other side, Su Wanqing led Lin Che and Xiao Ran through the pipe area.

Lin Che suddenly raised his hand, and the two stopped. Three men in white coats stood at the corner, their eyes also gleaming with blue light.

Xiao Ran pulled out a tactical knife, but Lin Che pressed down on his wrist: "Look."

The night shift bell rang. The three doctors in white coats turned around at the same time and mechanically walked in another direction, their leather shoes clicking on the concrete floor in perfect rhythm.

“It’s controlled by a program,” Lin Che said. “It acts according to a specific time point and can predict the route.”

The three of them crouched low and slipped into the processing center. The space was larger than they had imagined, with a twenty-meter-diameter pool in the center, its blue water shimmering with fluorescence.

A silver device stands by the pool, with pipes inserted into the main water pipe, gurgling as it pours blue liquid into the water.

Su Wanqing shouted into the earpiece, "Lu Zhao, we've found the source of the pollution. Silver injection device, pump the blue liquid into the main water pipe."

Lin Che moved step by step toward the pool. He reached out and touched the water's surface, and a burst of blue light exploded, enveloping him in light.

His eyes turned pure blue, and his voice was like the friction of metal: "This is the Weaver's gene recombination fluid, which modifies human genes through drinking water, allowing the body to adapt to parasitism."

Before he could finish speaking, he staggered and knelt down, his forehead pressed against the edge of the pool. "Stop it! I'm going to lose control!"

Xiao Ran rushed over to smash the device, when Xiao Ling's voice suddenly blared in his earpiece: "There's an energy anomaly in the underground passage of the processing center! It's not someone from the factory!"

Lin Che's scales suddenly appeared all over his body, a dazzling blue.

He looked up, forcing out a few words through clenched teeth: "Someone's coming. Very strong, not the Weaver."

The melodious singing drifted in from the entrance. Su Wanqing felt her head go heavy, and raised her hand to cover her ears, her movements as slow as if she were in water.

Xiao Ran, his face flushed, shouted, "Mind control! Cover your ears!"

A woman in a white dress emerged from the shadows, her dark eyes like two deep pools.

She smiled broadly, saying, "What a pity, you were so close to succeeding."

Su Wanqing caught a glimpse of Lin Che trembling out of the corner of her eye. She bit her tongue, her eyes stinging with pain, and barely managed to reach for her tactical knife.

It was only then that she noticed that the layout of the factory area did not match the system drawings—the place that was originally marked as "storage room" could be seen through the half-open door, with laboratory tables and incubators, and test reports with dates posted on the wall, the earliest of which was three months ago.

She pulled out her phone and quickly took a picture. When the lens swept across a document, the four red stamps that read "Military Secret" stung her eyes.

The document is titled "Interim Summary of the Social Control Experiment," and contains several pages of "Genetic Adaptability Test Data."

"Wanqing!" Xiao Ran's voice rang out. Su Wanqing looked up; the woman in the white dress's singing had risen even higher. Lin Che's scales had already climbed up to his neck, and Xiao Ling's voice came through the earphones intermittently: "The jammer is needed."