Chapitre 95: Dimitri Hendricks

In the underground bunker of the Capital's Research Institute, Hamed and Carlisle looked at the man wearing a lab gown beside the operating table. Their faces wrinkled as they saw his actions through the wall made of transparent glass.

The man was covered from head to toe in safety equipment. He had goggles, gloves, and a mask on as well. On his right hand was a scalpel, its edges gleaming with sharp light as it began to dissect the stomach of the motionless figure on the stainless table.

Black blood spurted out, staining the man's safety equipment and goggles. "This is fascinating. The molecular structure of this creature shows signs of gene evolution." The man commented in the midst, not minding the black blood or the acrid stench that permeated the room. His hazelnut eyes still glowed with interest, wanting to delve deeper into the subject, contrary to the spectators watching him.