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Chapter 65 I saw you!

In the dark cubicle, time seemed to stand still.

Every second felt infinitely long because of fear.

Altman huddled in the cabinet, clutching a scalpel he'd grabbed from the lab table. But the scalpel was as laughable as a toothpick compared to the steel pipe powerful enough to shatter a skull.

He's gambling.

I'm betting that the madman will lose patience and go looking for prey elsewhere.

However, fate was not on his side.

The dragging footsteps stopped at the laboratory door. Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

The sound of glassware breaking, the sound of instruments being knocked over.

Suddenly, all the sounds disappeared.

A deathly silence.

have they gone?

Altman breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Just then.

"Bang!!!"

A loud bang exploded on the wooden door of the cubicle where he was hiding.

The once sturdy solid wood door was instantly cleaved open with a gruesome gash. Wood chips flew everywhere, grazing Altman's cheek and leaving a trail of blood.

That's not a steel pipe.

It was a red fire axe used for firefighting.

God knows where this madman found this thing!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Then came three more heavy blows.

The poor wooden door had been cleaved open, leaving a hole big enough to fit a person's head.

Then, another face squeezed in.

It was a face slashed and bloodied by glass, with bulging eyes and a mouth stretched to the ears, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth.

Stevens' head was stuck in the hole, his cloudy eyes fixed on Altman, who was huddled in the corner, in the darkness.

"I see you——.——"

His voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, "Found you, Michael—come out—"

Join us — Make us whole —

In that instant, extreme fear transformed into extreme adrenaline.

Altman didn't scream. Because he knew screaming would be useless.

He looked at the head stuck in the doorway, unable to get out anytime soon, and the only way out flashed through his mind.

"Fuck you! Go to hell with being one!!"

Altman roared and instead of retreating, he suddenly sprang out of the cabinet.

He used all his strength, slamming his shoulder like a battering ram into the broken door.

"Bang!"

The impact was powerful and heavy.

Stevens, stuck in the doorway, let out a muffled groan as a shard of broken wood from the door slashed across his neck, causing blood to gush out. The intense pain, or rather the force of the impact, made him instinctively lean backward, falling outside the door along with the axe.

It's now!

Altman didn't dare look at the monster on the ground. He burst through the door and rushed out of the laboratory like a frightened antelope.

Run! Run towards the gate!

That was the only hope!

He remembered that the main entrance gate of the base had an independent emergency power system, and it was the highest level of security gate. Perhaps it was not completely locked, and perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope!

He ran wildly down the dark corridor, his lungs feeling like they were about to burst.

The sound of the monster getting up came from behind, and its beast-like roar drew closer again.

"Michael!! You can't escape!!"

A faint green light appeared ahead.

These are indicator lights for the access control system!

"Thank God! The main gate really does have its own power supply!"

Altman practically collapsed onto the control panel in front of the gate. His hands trembled as he pulled the sweat-soaked, highest-authority ID card from his pocket and slammed it hard onto the recognition area.

"drop--"

The card reader beeped.

Altman looked up at the screen with hope, waiting for that heavenly "Access" sound.

"Granted" (Access granted).

However, reality is colder than nightmares.

The red text scrolled across the screen, as if mocking his naiveté:

【Error: Code Obsidian Active.】

【Lockdown Engaged. Access Denied.】

(Error: Obsidian Protocol activated. Complete blockade. Access denied.)

At that moment, Altman felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen.

"No—no! Please don't do this! Please!"

He frantically pounded on the cold alloy door, his fingernails scratching blood off the metal.

"Open the door! Damn it! Let me out! I'm still alive! There are still people alive here!!"

No one responded.

Only the approaching footsteps behind me could be heard.

And the screeching sound of the axe dragging on the ground.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

—

Altman leaned against the cold door, his body slumping limply to the ground.

He looked into the darkness at the end of the corridor.

A distorted figure slowly emerged.

Stevens was covered in blood, his neck pierced by a splinter of wood and twisted to one side, but he held the axe high in his hand.

"There is no way out, Michael."

Stevens' voice was sickeningly gentle. "We're all here—this is where we belong."

Altman stopped banging on the door.

He took a deep breath, and the despair in his eyes slowly turned into a resolute determination.

"No—cheer up, Altman!"

My wife's smiling face flashed through my mind, as did the research that was not yet finished, and that afternoon when we had a picnic in the sun.

"You have family! They're waiting for you to come home! You can't die here like a dog!"

He gripped the ridiculous scalpel tightly in his hand.

Since we can't get out, let's take someone down with us!

"Come on! You bastard!" Altman gritted his teeth and roared at the approaching monster.

"You want me dead? Let's see who goes to hell first!"

Stevens let out a strange cry, raised his axe high, and launched a final charge.

ten meters.

five meters.

three meters.

Altman could smell the strong odor emanating from the other person. He tensed his muscles, preparing to pounce before the axe fell. Just then...

"Beep—click."

The alloy door behind him, which had originally sentenced him to death, suddenly made a soft sound.

Immediately afterwards, the doors slid open to both sides.

A cold, deep voice, carrying an undeniable authority, came from behind: "Get down!"

Altman's brain hadn't even had time to process the information, but his body's survival instincts had already made him react.

Without any hesitation, he fell straight to the ground like a stone.

Just as he fell to the ground.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two extremely crisp, rhythmic gunshots rang out above his head.

That wasn't the sound of an ordinary pistol. It was the distinctive roar of a large-caliber tactical pistol.

Stevens, who was raising his axe to strike, suddenly froze.

A reddish-black bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows. Immediately afterward, a second bullet precisely pierced the same hole, the immense kinetic energy directly blowing his skull off.

Red and white splattered onto the ceiling.

Stevens leaned back, the axe flew from his hand, and he crashed heavily to the ground, twitched twice, and then lay still.

Altman lay on the ground, panting heavily, with a buzzing sound in his ears.

He struggled to lift his head and look behind him.

A person stood in the shadow of the open door.

That was Hendricks, the base's security chief.

He still held the tactical pistol, which was still smoking, steadily in his hand, staring expressionlessly at the corpse on the ground. Then he lowered the muzzle and fired two more shots into Stevens' chest.

"Bang! Bang!"

After confirming that the target had fallen completely silent, Hendrix turned to Altman, who was lying on the ground, and said coldly, "If you want to get out of here alive, you'd better get up now. We don't have much time left."

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