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Chapter 131: Difficult Choices in the Basement
The phone was quickly answered as Nana, the minotaur, dialed the number, and someone on the other end picked up immediately. Clearly, the people in the basement had been eagerly awaiting this call.
Alex took the phone, and a man's impatient voice came through, "What's your decision? We have successfully developed the latest mutation-inducing serum, with a success rate of 50%! As long as you agree to our terms, we can contribute the latest research results to you!"
A 50% success rate? That was indeed a very high success rate. If it were true, half of the enslaved women under Alex could successfully mutate. However, at the same time, half of them would turn into zombies.
Regardless of whether it was true or not, this success rate was far from enough for Alex. Without responding to the man, Alex said indifferently, "I'll give you another 3 hours. After that, I will no longer accept surrender. Everything, including everything in the basement, will be destroyed."
Alex finished speaking and hung up the phone. There was nothing to negotiate. Even if the other party had strong abilities, Alex didn't need people who couldn't be completely controlled under him.
Anyone seeking survival under Alex's blade had only two choices: either submit and become his slave or face complete slaughter. There was no third option for them to choose.
"Ding-ling-ling~"
"Ding-ling-ling~"
The phone immediately rang again.
No one answered.
The terms had been made clear. Now, it was up to them to make their choice.
Face artillery and slaughter,
or become slaves and continue living.
Let them decide on their own.
Alex didn't want to waste more words. These people didn't deserve to negotiate conditions with him.
...
In the basement, a group of scientists wearing special protective suits gathered in a cramped conference room. The leader was not a man but a middle-aged woman with glasses.
She wore a tight-fitting protective suit, with a slender and somewhat frail figure. Perhaps due to the lack of sunlight, her skin was pale, but it was an unhealthy kind of pallor.
Physically, she wasn't a captivating beauty. She even seemed a bit skeletal.
However, the woman's facial features were extremely elegant and pure, exuding a noble and respected aura. At a glance, one could tell she was the kind of beauty dedicated to science, immersed in selfless devotion to the scientific community.
The man who had just been responsible for the call spoke anxiously and fearfully.
In the meeting room, over a dozen other researchers were also restless, discussing anxiously.
Even in such a dire situation, no one stepped forward to make a decision.
Everyone looked at the real Professor Yang.
Yes, she was the true Professor Yang.
People outside the core research team in the basement had always thought that Professor Yang was the man beside her.
But no one knew.
This man was just her assistant; all the research here was done under her leadership. The entire underground research lab continuously produced new results because of this woman!
If it were before the apocalypse, this woman could have gained the admiration and respect of the entire world. The Nobel Prize in Biology would have undoubtedly belonged to her!
But now it was the apocalypse.
No one knew about her greatness and contributions.
No one awarded her any prizes.
She was not good at socializing, and she detested the intrigues and deceit of office politics. She never involved herself in anything other than scientific research. However, her achievements in the field of biology were unmatched by anyone. In the eyes of the entire research team, Professor Yang was both a deity and a madwoman.
Professor Yang turned around, looking at the laboratory outside the meeting room. In the dim light, a few people were still busy there. That place was the culmination of their lifelong efforts, her entire emotional anchor. She might not care about her own life, but she absolutely would not allow everything before her to be destroyed.
"Is there still no one answering the phone from above?" Professor Yang finally spoke. Her voice was pleasant and melodious.
"Yes, after presenting his demands to us, they never answered our calls again," a young female researcher responsible for the phone sounded disheartened. "He just doesn't want to waste time with us. His message is clear, giving us two choices, allowing us to decide our fate through our actions."
"In his eyes, we are nothing," Professor Yang said with her eyes closed. "Such a person doesn't care about science and won't support our research!"
This was Professor Yang's greatest concern and the thing she found most repulsive. If she couldn't conduct her research freely, she would prefer to die.
"So what do we do?" an anxious young researcher asked. "An hour has already passed, and we have at most two hours left. Even if the two witches can't stop him, if he wants to destroy our underground lab, it will be difficult for us to resist."
Professor Yang suddenly opened her eyes. "Now we have only two choices. One is to make a desperate fight, and the other is to submit to the other's slavery. This time, let everyone decide for themselves."