Chapter 1155
The group of guards sighed in awe.
Suddenly, one of them spoke up. “Speaking of which, wasn’t Special Envoy Mordecai one of the first human specimens p>
“Hush! You can’t say that out loud. The serum he was injected with is completely different from the Neural Resurgence Serum being auctioned today p>
“Didn’t you see his face p>
“Do you have a death wish? That’s a taboo on this island. If Special Envoy Mordecai hears you, you won’t even know how you died p>
Before the man could finish, his words were sharply cut off.
The squad immediately fell silent, not daring to utter another syllable.
Their footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
Hidden in the shadows, Serena and Nicholas exchanged a meaningful glance.
The Obsidian Sun High-Value Auction.
The Neural Resurgence Serum.
The Obsidian Sun Laboratory had actually succeeded in developing a serum that could restructure human neural pathways.
Serena looked up, her gaze fixed in the direction of the auction hall.
A chilling, murderous intent bled into her usually calm, indifferent eyes.
The singular success.
But behind that success lay tens of thousands of lives.
Innocent lives.
It was the desperate screams of countless human specimens trapped in the Subterranean Bio-Lab, their bodies pushed beyond the breaking point.
It was tens of thousands of bright, underprivileged students strapped to operating tables, drained of their blood and stripped of their futures, reduced to cold statistics on a report.
All of that suffering, just for this one successful vial.
Did these billionaires sitting at the top of the pyramid know how many lives had been sacrificed for this drug?
Even if they did, would they care?
Of course not.
They only cared about buying themselves a few more years.
As long as they survived, they would gladly celebrate on a mountain of innocent corpses.
To live, they would ruthlessly strip others of their right to exist.
The coldness in Serena’s eyes deepened, flashing with a predatory gleam.
Since these people loved using human lives to extend their own.
Today, she would personally send them to hell to claim that extension.
Serena glanced at Nicholas.
Nicholas was already looking at her.
With a simple exchange of looks, they moved silently toward the auction.
The main hall sat in the dead center of the island.
Security was suffocatingly tight.
But with Serena there, the island’s cyber defenses were practically non-existent.
Not a single security camera caught a glimpse of them.
Slipping past wave after wave of patrols, they infiltrated the venue like ghosts.
The Obsidian Sun High-Value Auction utilized a closed-box bidding system. Absolute privacy was the selling point.
Every VIP suite was heavily soundproofed and equipped with voice modulators.
Aside from the top executives, no one knew the true identities of the bidders inside.
Like phantoms, Serena and Nicholas
made their way to the highest tier claiming the suite with the best vantage point.
There were only three suites on the top floor.
These were the exclusive domain of The Obsidian Sun Laboratory’s VIPs.
Today, only the middle suite was occupied; the other two were empty.
Two guards dressed in black stood rigidly by the door, their expressions grim.
Serena and Nicholas moved with lethal precision.
Without a single sound, they neutralized both men.
Pushing the door open, they stepped inside.
An emaciated, white-haired old man sat on the couch.
Hooked
a ventilator, he was
bare clinging to life. Behind him. stood
a private doctor adjustinget
IV drip.
“Who are you p>
The doctor’s eyes widened in horror as he stammered.
Serena didn’t even blink.
With a flick of her wrist, two silver
an
neek flawlessly into the net
pressure points.