The chains locked to the limbs of the man-made three-headed hellhound clicked......

Strength Assessment ...... Senior......

Agile Assessment ...... Unknown......

Intelligence Assessment ...... Weak......

Alienation Assessment ...... Senior......

The Alien level is rising......

Bang! The body of the artificial three-headed hellhound doubled in an instant

"Damn it!" Wen Ya saw the artificial three-headed dog of hell on the operating table that was getting more and more manic and stronger, and hurriedly found the button to close the experiment.

With the passage of time, the various evaluations on the testing instruments, in addition to the intelligence of other data are still rising, the artificial hell three-headed dog on the operating table is becoming more and more terrifying, the three dog heads are becoming more and more bloodthirsty, and the corrosive saliva in the mouth corrodes the metal plate on the operating table into a big hole.

Seeing this, White Lee was already sitting on the ground.

Experiments can't be closed...... Permission password required......

Wen Ya walked in front of Whitelee in two steps, grabbed Whitelee's collar, and dragged Whitelee, who smelled of urine, to the operating table.

"Close the experiment and enter the permission password."

"I, I don't know, I really don't know what the permission password of the team leader is......" White Lee shouted hoarsely, how could he possibly know what the permission password was, today's experiment is not at all something that a rookie researcher like him can participate in.

Bang! Bang bang!!

The artificial three-headed hellhound on the operating table broke the chain on his left hand and turned sideways to pull away from the chain he was wearing on his right hand.

Wen Ya was about to throw Whitelee at the artificial three-headed dog, but Whitelee didn't know if it was because of the strong desire to survive, or because of the other shouting loudly, "Sedation, sedative, sedative, large sedative......"

Wen Ya threw White Lee on the ground, and White Lee crawled open the cabinet of the computer desk, took a large box of sedatives, and took out an extra-large syringe, pouring the sedative into the syringe one by one.

Ran to the operating table, closed his eyes and stabbed the artificial three-headed dog......

White-Lee gasped, and to be honest, he wasn't sure if the sedative would work on this thing at all.

A large stream of warm liquid flowed out of White Lee's trousers, and with the smell of urine, the artificial three-headed hellhound on the operating table finally quieted down.

Warning, subject physical characteristics are declining......

Whether recovery measures are enabled......

On the detection device, the red light flashes constantly, prompting whether to enable the recovery measures, and Wen Ya doesn't want to touch the no button on the detection device directly......

Drip! Drip! Drip!

Drip! Drip! Drip!

Subject died...... Failed experiment......

Data is being uploaded......

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the intercom on the computer desk rang, and everyone looked at each other, focusing their eyes on Whitelee.

White Lee trembled his legs, not knowing what to do next, Wen Ya walked to the computer desk and picked up the phone, and a sickly voice came from the other end of the phone, "Researcher Lu Shishan, what happened to the laboratory of Group 25?" My test data here reflects that the subject died suddenly? ”

Wen Ya thought for two seconds, "I...... I'm an intern researcher cleaning up the site...... White Lee ...... I don't know what's going on...... The team leader is injured and is being bandaged. ”

Wen Ya used the tone of Whitelee, and even Whitelee himself, who was on the side, could not hear anything unusual.

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