Dragon Raja; Chapter 105: Big Brother (2)

Dragon Raja

The researchers snapped out of their daze and rushed out after him.

At that moment, in the water channel above the “Aquarium,” the phone that No. 13 had lost in a gap in the sewer suddenly lit up.

“No. 13, if you’re not dead yet, you should be nearing your target. Your target is a brass canister, approximately 1.8 meters in height, and 1.2 meters in diameter, with a corroded opening at the top. Final instruction: open the pewter bottle and pour the solution from the bottle into the opening. If the mission is successful, the reward will increase to ten million dollars.”

Water finally seeped into the battery, and the phone permanently stopped working. In the shadow of the cryogenic chamber door, someone sighed softly. Everyone had rushed out in the chaos, and no one noticed him. “So the mission failed just like that? Young people are so unreliable,” he said quietly.

He stepped out of the shadows, picked up the pewter bottle that No. 13 had left behind, walked into the quartz glass chamber, and inserted a black card into the slot on the console.

“This action will trigger the activation of the ‘Dragon’s Lair,’ and the existence of the King of Bronze and Fire, Norton, might awaken. Operation prohibited! Operation prohibited! Operation prohibited!” Norma’s voice echoed above the laboratory, accompanied by blaring sirens. The warning lights all turned on, and a red glow swept through the entire lab.

“Quiet down, Norma, this is our time to witness a miracle.” The man pulled down the lever, cutting off the entire lab’s communication with Norma.

The main power was cut, Norma’s voice vanished, and the lights went out one by one, leaving only the alarm’s buzzing and the rotating red warning lights, each powered by their own emergency battery.

In the darkness, the red glow of the warning light flowed, like the red of lava, the red of blood… the red of apocalypse.

It illuminated the man’s expressionless face.

The temperature rose rapidly, the electron flow spinning at high speed within the superconducting magnetic field decayed, and the quartz glass chamber that had been suspended in midair slowly descended. The twelve sealing valves unlocked simultaneously, releasing massive amounts of white steam, and the reinforced shell, capable of withstanding assault rifle fire, opened wide.

“With my bones and blood, I offer a sacrifice to His Majesty Nidhogg. He is the Supreme, of utmost power and virtue, and rules the entire world by fate.” The man reached out to touch the quartz glass chamber, feeling the vibration inside grow more and more intense.

“Good, you didn’t make me wait too long!” The man drew a blade from his sleeve and thrust it violently into the thick wall of the quartz glass chamber.

The blade cut into the quartz glass as if slicing through jelly. He pulled the knife out, leaving a blue-glowing cut in the glass wall. The vacuum inside had been destroyed, and air whistled as it rushed in. The man then cut off the neck of the pewter bottle, directing the broken neck towards the fissure. The pewter-colored liquid flowed along the knife cut into the quartz glass chamber, like a slender snake, circulating along the inner wall, avoiding the copper canister in the center, as if fearing it. However, as more and more liquid entered the chamber, the gray flow began to boil, bubbles forming and bursting, making a crackling sound, like a living thing… cheering before victory.

The man sheathed the blade back into his sleeve and exited the cryogenic laboratory.

At the doorway, he looked back one last time. In an instant, all the pewter solution flew off the inner wall and “pounced” on the copper canister. As they came into contact, a strong corrosion effect occurred, and the once-indestructible canister softened like cheese in a microwave, dark green mist bursting out.

An indescribable growl reverberated in the cryogenic lab, filled with agitation and frenzy.

“Welcome back to the world, Constantin.” The man closed the door.

“Damn it, come on! Take one step closer, and I’ll blast you all away!” No. 13, wearing a fierce expression, waved the shotgun.

Behind him, the elevator door opened slowly. The muzzle of his gun pointed at the researchers, their faces pale. Clearly, these people had no combat experience—they had chased him all the way here only to clump together, making themselves the perfect target for his shotgun.

“Anyone have a Yanling that works? Think of something?” someone among the researchers said.

“We’re all… research-type Yanlings… otherwise, why would we be in the Research Division?” someone replied dejectedly, “You think I didn’t want to join the Execution Bureau?”

Suddenly, all the lights went out, and moments later, the harsh wailing of a new alarm echoed through the dark passage, ten times more piercing than the previous one. The white light coming from the elevator highlighted the even paler faces of the researchers.

“The cryogenic lab!” someone exclaimed.

“No one was left there! Oh my God!”

The researchers suddenly went mad, rushing back, completely ignoring the shotgun pointed at them. Apparently, whatever was in that lab mattered more to them than their own lives. Only No. 13 stood there, dumbfounded in front of the elevator, suddenly feeling he had become unimportant, even a bit disappointed.

“What’s going on? I have to say, your electrical system is really pathetic.” No. 13 muttered.

He swung the shotgun butt down on the elevator’s button panel, smashing the buttons, then retreated into the elevator. As the doors closed, he exhaled in relief. There were only two emergency elevators leading straight to the surface, and destroying the buttons meant no one could catch up to him.

“So… is this a success?” No. 13 straightened his hair in the reflective elevator door, but something was off—his heart felt like it was being gripped by a hand, his blood flow seemed to speed up, and his breathing grew more and more labored.

Why was there so much pressure? It felt like, as the darkness descended, something was… pursuing him!

“bass!”

In the sound of a crashing wave, metal rang sharply.

“She… drew her blade!” Caesar suddenly understood.

He tossed two Desert Eagles into the air, lifted his coat, and drew the “Dictator” hidden at his waist, slicing in a criss-cross pattern with extreme speed. In the darkness, three blades clashed, sparks flying. In that instant, Caesar saw Sakatoku Mai’s sharp-jawed face flash before him, the red eyeshadow at the corners of her eyes vivid as blood.

At the very last moment, Caesar had judged correctly—Mai wasn’t aiming for a gunfight. She drew her blade.

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