title = Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! Chapter N
Serena didn’t move.
She merely raised her gaze, quietly observing the executive in charge of The Med- Tech Quarantine.
The man’s eyes flickered slightly behind his silver-rimmed glasses. Quick on the uptake, he smoothly continued, “Please rest assured. I guarantee that once you enter the Quarantine, absolutely no one will touch your belongings again p>
“What just happened was a grave oversight on our part p>
Only then did Serena withdraw her cold stare.
The executive stepped aside, gesturing toward the entrance. “After you, Panacea.” The poisoned inspector on the floor lunged forward as if grasping at his last lifeline.
He scrambled madly toward the executive. “No! You can’t p>
Reaching out, he clawed at the man’s trousers. “Save me! Sir, please save me!” “Lend me the money… Just lend me the cash! I need to buy the antidote p>
“I don’t want to die… I really don’t want to die p>
The executive looked down at him.
There was no disgust in his gaze, nor a shred of pity.
Only pure, chilling indifference.
He looked at the man as if he were nothing more than a broken, useless tool.
Sobbing uncontrollably, the inspector desperately turned his pleading eyes to Serena. “Panacea! I’ll pay! I swear I’ll pay you p>
“Just save me first p>
“I’m begging you, please cure me first p>
Serena didn’t even spare him another glance.
She picked up The Quicksilver Med-Vault and stepped right over him, heading straight for the interior of The Med-Tech Quarantine.
Behind her, the inspector screamed in soul-crushing despair, endlessly pleading for The Panacea’s mercy.
Her expression remained an icy mask, her confident strides never faltering.
Once she was a fair distance away, she caught the executive’s low, ruthless command. “Lock him up for now p>
“Once we leave international waters, prep him for High-Seas Disposal p>
And just like that, the agonizing shrieks abruptly ceased.
Moments later, the executive fell into step beside Serena, a perfectly polite smile plastered on his face. “My apologies for the wait, Panacea. Let me show you the way p>
Serena said nothing. She gave him a dismissive once-over and kept walking.
Her eyelashes lowered slightly, masking the freezing depths of her eyes. This was Project Zero-Transit.
No one cared about morality, and no one gave a damn about humanity.
The only currency here was utility.
The moment someone lost their value, their right to draw breath was effortlessly stripped away.
The Med-Tech Quarantine was located on the upper levels of the ship.
As the heavy metal doors slid open, a sharp wave of antiseptic and harsh chemicals assaulted her senses.
Lined against both walls were the transparent enclosures of the Med-Tech Isolation Units.
Inside, someone was mixing a vial of neon, violently colored liquid.
Another figure in a surgical mask hunched over a petri dish, scrutinizing a pulsating, fleshy tissue sample.
Further down, a researcher stood at an operating table, blankly stitching up a mangled mass of flesh that had once been one of the Human. Specimens.
The corridor was crawling with the world’s most notorious underground
surgeons, rogue pharmacists
disgraced geneticists, and illegal researchers.
Most of them kept their faces hidden behind masks.
No one went by their real name.
On Project Zero-Transit, a true identity was the most worthless commodity of all.
When they noticed the executive personally escorting Serena into the sector, the bustling movement in the labs momentarily paused.
Countless stares locked onto her.
Some eyes held wariness.
Others sparked with dark curiosity.
But mostly, they reeked of unadulterated greed.
The hunger was especially blatant when those predatory gazes dropped to The Quicksilver Med-Vault in her hand.
Word of the deadly scene at the boarding gate had clearly already reached the inner labs.
Serena didn’t even bat an eyelash.
She treated them as if they didn’t even exist.
She was the perfect picture of arrogance and aloof superiority.
The executive led her deep into the heart of the sector, stopping before a private
suite.
The doors slid open automatically.
The space wasn’t massive, but it was outfitted with state-of-the-art tech.
Lab benches, high-end analyzers, medical-grade refrigeration units everything a top-tier
Pharmacist could ever need vel
ready and waiting.
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By the vicious standards of The Med-Tech Quarantine, this was VIP treatment at its absolute finest.