These children are weapons of murder. If they fall into the hands of those with ulterior motives, it would be troublesome.
"Yes."
Adrian Desmond returned to the Laboratory.
Dr. X was still wearing an antibacterial suit. After a heart transplant surgery, he seemed exhausted, sitting there with closed eyes, resting.
"Old man, how old are you?"
"76."
Adrian Desmond was dressed in dark camouflage gear, black boots tapping on the floor, making a clatter.
His smooth, refined skin was full of collagen, representing the vibrant life, juxtaposed with aging death.
"Haha, I really envy your youth. If I were as young as you, my future achievements would be boundless..."
"76... doesn't that mean you won't live many days longer?
You are already this age, in Orienta, you should be like those Aunties dancing square dance instead of staying in a Laboratory creating monsters and viruses."
Dr. X frowned, asking, "Bill, you are so sharp-tongued, how did you manage to get women?"
