California Sky City Research Department

"Team Morgan, hear please reply, hear please reply!" Owen's roar echoed throughout the monitoring room, and people sat in their seats in a daze, watching the young polytechnic doctor scream loudly there.

They had the impression that Owen was supposed to be a personable, witty man who could accompany everyone on champagne nights, jump on the dance floor, party with scantily clad dancers, or sit quietly and think about the passage of time in general relativity, but no matter what, he would not lose his grace.

"Team Leader Owen, has something happened?" asked a puzzled look at Owen's blonde colleague who was watching Owen stare at a Mayan ruin.

"It's nothing, I'll go out for a while!" Owen's hand was copied in the bag of his white coat, and he walked out of the monitoring room in a hurry, and everyone looked at the tone of what he just said, it seemed that it was just a team from the mission department that had lost contact, as for such a fuss?

When the people of the mission department enter the ruins, most of them will lose contact, and they will have to complete the task on their own.

Owen dialed the number of the principal's office, and in the entire Eden Academy, Owen was the only person who could communicate directly with the principal, for the simple reason that Owen was the principal's nephew, a high-achieving graduate of Stanford University, and the only surviving relative of the principal Turner.

"What's the matter, Owen?" said Turner, who was in his warm office at this time, sipping centuries-old Bordeaux wine sealed in the cellar with two old friends, when a phone call interrupted his conversation with his old friend.

"Morgan's Squad... Lost contact..."Owen gasped, he sat in the lounge he frequented, looking out at the snow outside, yes, it was December, winter in the Northern Hemisphere.

Except for the floor and ceiling, all the rest of Owen's lounge is a panoramic cabin made of clear glass, warm in winter and cool in summer, beautifully decorated with silver crystals hanging and warm overhead to relax the mind.

On the counter made of red logs, every once in a while, a waiter brings hot milk coffee.

He sat in front of a panoramic glass window, looking down on the snowy California landscape, worried.

"Isn't that a normal thing?" Turner felt that Owen was making a little fuss.

"They got lost right under my nose, they must have entered the core of the ruins!" Owen's hand was copied in his white coat, the hot air of the central air conditioner caused a layer of fog to condense on the glass, and his other hand drew on the glass in a haphazard manner.

"That should be a good thing!" Turner took a sip of his wine and smiled at his two friends.

Turner's two friends are a man and a woman, the man is quite handsome, with the same short hair as the boys, wearing a small suit, drinking quietly, while the woman is very playful and cute, wearing a fluffy white cartoon coat and a pair of cat ears on the coat, like a two-dimensional girl.

"It's a good thing, but this mission is special, it's dangerous to enter the ruins without warning, and the last person who entered the ruins has been missing for almost two days!"

"So a rescue team should be dispatched!" Turner took a deep breath and lay down in his Schneider leather seat.

"Yes!" Owen said categorically, and that's what he meant.

"Okay, I'll let Mu Lan arrange it!" Turner nodded.

Hanging up the communication, Turner smacked his lips, "How does this long-cherished Bordeaux red wine feel?"

"It's good, it's mellow, but it's been stored for so long, so it's mixed in with a little other stuff!" the man smiled and placed the wine glass on the table.

"Yes, if a good thing is hidden for too long, it will indeed affect its quality, just like a sword, if it is not used, it will rust, and the same is true of people!" Turner squinted, his words meaningful.

"Okay, hey, after all that, don't you just want to use him!" the man smiled informally, Turner this guy always talks in a roundabout way, and he can say a few words in a sentence, and he is in a hurry.

"Do you want to use him?" said the woman's porcelain doll's face with a look of concern.

"Isn't this asking for your opinion?" Turner raised an eyebrow.

"I think you can try!" the man touched his chin and let go of his indecent look.

"But what if something happens?" the woman frowned, and even then, a slight wrinkle appeared on her forehead, and if you didn't look closely, you would think that she was still a girl under twenty years old.

"Hmm—" The man was silent for a moment, and looked at Turner, who understood.

"Don't worry! I'll do my best to keep him safe, and I'll be with you!" Turner continued to take a graceful sip of his wine, smacking his lips.

"This is also what I wanted, it was not easy to escape death back then! He would not be an ordinary person!" the man stood up, remembering the events of that year, and the man's eyes sparkled.

Turner looked at the falling snowflakes outside the window, laughed and joked, "That's a world of falling snow, too!"

......

Planck's somewhat cloudy eyes gleamed with excitement, yes, he had waited for a long time, and finally arrived.

He ran briskly towards the men, Morgan watching Planck run towards his team, clenching the iron rod in his hand, and Percy holding the Mogaed gun in his hand, aiming it at his head.

"Stop!" Morgan shouted at Planck when he was still a hundred meters away from Morgan's team.

Planck slowly stopped, and when he saw the five members of the team waiting for him, he realized that they had misunderstood him and that he was trying to explain something to himself.

"Mo... Morgan—" Planck stopped at the end of his name, his throat almost like smoke, as if the bronchial tubes had been cut alive, and the inside of his throat felt like a red-hot coal, like the half-dead man who had spoken before.

"I..."

"One more move and we'll shoot!" Morgan is extremely cautious in the face of the Inhuman, in the eyes of the Alien, the Inhuman is an extremely dangerous existence, they retain the consciousness and wisdom of life, but they are murderous by nature, and they are very easy to go berserk, the first rule of the mission department in the academy is, "In the face of uncertainty, in the face of the Inhuman, you can kill!"

Because it is difficult for Inhumans to die of old age, they will not get sick or age, but their appearance will change a lot, as if they are demonized, and they are extremely aggressive, compared to the Alien Beast, Inhumans are much more dangerous.

Maybe an alien who has lived for thousands of years, he falls back into a deep sleep in normal times, but once he is woken up, he will immediately regain his vitality and show great aggression, the mission department has suffered a lot in this regard, and in the face of the poor beautiful girl of young age, some agents will be soft-hearted, but the consequence of soft-heartedness is to pay for their lives.

Planck's eyes flashed, he felt so wronged, he obviously came here for the truth of mankind, regardless of life and death, regardless of reward, but he was pointed at a gun by his own people like this, he waited for a long time, and waited for such a result.

"No... No... Like this..."Planck couldn't listen to his own voice, he really wanted Morgan to take him back for treatment, even if he lost his mobility, but as long as his brain could think, like Hawking, Planck felt that there was no problem.

Faced with Planck like this, Percy seemed a little soft-hearted, and he leaned into Morgan's ear and said, "He looks like he has something to say?"

Morgan squinted his eyes and took a step forward, "Do you have something to say?"

"Yes—" Planck exhaled a word with great effort, and he couldn't speak properly at all.

"With... Take me... Go—" Planck said three words with a great deal of effort, his hands trembling and pointing to himself.

"What did he say?" Morgan himself didn't hear clearly.

"He seems to be saying, 'Take him away?'" Alan repeated with some uncertainty.

"How did you become an Inhuman!" Morgan couldn't rush to take Planck, because he wasn't sure what Planck's alienated powers were.

"I... I..."

Rumble......

The surrounding stone statues shattered and smashed towards the five Morgan people on the ground, Morgan clenched the iron rod in his hand and smashed the oncoming stone statues, and then the stone statues in many places around them all collapsed and fell into the magma, causing a burst of sparks.

"What's going on!" Posey watched as the ground shook around him, as if the entire dungeon was moving.

"Oh no, go back!" Morgan shouted, running behind him, but the cavern behind him quickly collapsed, and the entire tunnel fell into the lava, and they had no way back.

"The dungeon is working, the structure of this dungeon is changing!" Alan suddenly remembered his early experience of exploring the ruins, in the ruins, such an action is either an earthquake or a change in the structure of the building, but the earthquake will not be so coincidental.

"We have no way out!" Morgan's black forehead broke into a cold sweat as he tightened his grip on the alchemy weapon in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the whole dungeon, and under the light of the sun in the sky, many shadows were cast on the wall, just like those lonely ghosts in hell, making a chilling and miserable scream.

"Inhuman... It's all Inhumans..."Percy saw a number of unclothed people emerge from the cave with the statues on the edge, and they rushed towards him with their teeth and claws.

"Since these Inhumans can get out of the cave, there must be a way to get out! Kill them!" Morgan struggled to compose himself, the alchemical weapon in his hand glowing.