The dean began to climb up the stairs, holding Jinke in his arms as the last bargaining chip, even if it was heavy.

Screams could be heard behind him, and the experimenters and armed personnel were eliminated almost instantly.

The dean just continued to run upstairs without looking back, and the thought that no one could be relied on except himself spontaneously arose.

At this moment, even if he didn't run, the commotion of the test subjects here would be spread, and the dean would no longer be able to continue. What's more, the bad things he did this year have been spread one by one before this, and it has become the dean's regret that he did not take revenge with his own hands. The next thing is to run away, and the dean even thinks about running out and selling the Jinke in his arms to a perverted collector. Although it is only a small amount of money, it is enough to squander it for a few years.

The dean kept looking upwards, from time to time looking down at the corners of the stairs.

The test subject door chased after him about two floors away, and the speed was not fast, but the dean could already hear his own heartbeat at this moment.

It was a very fast heartbeat, more than five or six beats per second. The beating of the heart seemed to be audible to the ears, and the body began to feel extremely empty.

Could it be that the side effects are coming? The dean kept adjusting his breathing.

The old man's words sounded in his ears again: "A hormone called angel, which is used for a short period of time in the human body." Don't use this as a last resort, and I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. ”

Could it be that he couldn't hold on? The dean shook his head and hoped to dispel this idea as soon as possible.

As the subject climbed up the stairs and jolted upward, Harry woke up on the back of the massive subject.

When Harry woke up, he felt only a burning pain in his back, remembering that he must have been knocked down. Looking at the situation in front of me, I don't know if I have succeeded.

In desperation, Harry continued to pretend to be unconscious, seeing if the subjects were going to take him somewhere.

The young test subject is no longer able to crawl, and the good physical strength is still dying.

Carrying Harry is a strange thing, and at the moment he is still running two steps forward and one step at a time.

The leading dean came to the top and walked out of the corridor at this moment, and in front of him was the twenty-meter sensor door of the plywood.

As long as they go out on their own, they will be considered successful, and no matter how hard they try, these test subjects will not be able to leave here.

The dean ran to the facial recognition device and began to record iris and fingerprints.

The fingerprint passed but the iris began to report errors, and the puzzled dean looked at the reflection in the monitor before he realized that something was wrong.

The dean, who couldn't look in the mirror, thought for a moment and turned on the camera function of the interface version.

His own eyes appeared on the monitor, covered with incomprehensible dense red blood vessels. At this moment, the pattern of the pupil has been completely obscured, but I haven't noticed it.

Everything was a side effect of the drug, and the dean began to feel a huge pain in his chest. It was a heart-piercing pain, as if it was about to completely withdraw from the previous majestic state.

The dean began to free his hand and covered his chest with his dagger hand, looking uncomfortable.

Not far away, the test subjects had already appeared, and Harry, who was carried on his back, squinted to find the dean who had not gone out at the door.

At this moment, Harry didn't know whether to be happy or sad, and the dean was holding Jinke in his hand and holding Jinke with a dagger against Jinke's tiny neck.

When the subject stopped again, it was a different situation, and the dean was locked in the corner.

The spectacle was spectacular as the subjects surrounded the hallway, and the dean thought of a last resort.

Pressing the watch began to call all the staff again, except for the D-class, all of whom went to and from the roof of the building to eliminate the rioting test subjects.

The Dean didn't know when his support would arrive, but he knew he needed to waste enough time.

The subjects did not dare to approach, it was the sound of the door closing and opening one by one.

Hearing the puzzled voice, the dean slowly turned around and could see several people who had opened the door for him.

These people were all dressed in black robes and seemed to have epaulettes, and the four silver ones that came into view behind them were strangely scary.

One of the women was actually a golden epaulette that he had never seen before, and the eyes of this group of people were not in any way.

The eyes of the five people were all blue and blue, and they were presented in front of everyone.

The closed door was fully opened, and the dean turned around and hugged Jinke and shouted into the woman's hoarse voice, "My lord, all the test subjects have escaped from the institute. This is a riot, you have to save me. ”

At this moment, the dean had run out of oil, and the woman waved her hand, and the man with the silver epaulette beside her grabbed the dagger in the dean's hand with his backhand, and his hand was up and down.

The dean was cut in half in an instant, and the woman slowly leaned over and hugged the child.

The woman glanced at the child, this woman was the one who saved Liu Xing before.

The woman looked at Jinke's necklace again for a long time, until the subject was still moving towards them.

The woman reacted before she opened her mouth and said, "Go back now, I can act as if nothing happened." ”

The woman's words are simple, straightforward, and even concise.

All of the subjects continued to move on, the silver epaulettes on the woman's side shaking their shoulders. The air was accompanied by the twisting of various winds, and all the subjects were instantly knocked to the ground.

"It's only one percent now, and I'll do my best next time. None of you can hold on, don't believe it. The man said.

The crowd began to disperse from the front row to the back row, all intending to retreat to the laboratory room as the woman said.

Harry was thrown to the ground and no one cared about him, and Harry was the only one left in the entire corridor who didn't run.

Subject ran downstairs and confronted the armed personnel walking up the stairs.

The armed personnel and the experimenters were about to raise their guns to fight back, but heard the subject shouting for surrender and began to return to the subject's rest area with their hands raised.

Ran down through the armed men and experimenters, without any confrontation with them.

Armed personnel and experimenters who felt strange came to the second floor of the so-called riot of test subjects that the dean had asked them to gather, and many armed personnel and experimenters who were riding the elevator arrived one after another.

Since coming here, there have been no more test subjects rioting, and there are only five managers who are younger than the dean.

When they saw the golden epaulettes, they were almost stunned, and they were even more surprised that it was a beautiful woman.

In addition to the surprise, the eyes of these five people were all blue.

This means that they are all apostles, which is very puzzling to the armed men and the experimenters.

Of course, thinking about the previous test subject's obedient desire to run, whispered that the armed personnel and the experimenters attributed this ability to these five powerful high-ups.

And the woman with the golden epaulette spoke slowly, "Do you know who contacted us on your mobile phone?"

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