CHAPTER 414: CHAPTER 414: ANOTHER BATCH OF FAILURES

"Alliance Hierarch, are you planning to take action against the Midnight Syndicate?" Finn’s face was filled with horror.

"Yes." Serena Everett nodded lazily, her tone quite nonchalant, "Is there a problem?"

Finn: "..."

Dare he say there is a problem?!

"Alliance Hierarch, but this deviates from the plan you and the Vice Alliance Hierarch previously established..." Finn cautiously spoke, bracing himself.

Their previous plan was clearly just to take down the DY Organization and obtain the mysterious potion they were researching, without provoking the Midnight Syndicate!

Serena Everett’s eyes lazily lifted, and she spoke with a perfectly justifiable air. "Yes, I changed the plan."

She knew that if Claire and Lucas found out she was going to take action against the Midnight Syndicate, they would definitely not agree, so she hadn’t told them about this intention of hers.

"Alliance Hierarch..."

Finn instantly broke out in a cold sweat and opened his mouth to try to persuade her, after all, they were now in Ystoria, the territory of the Midnight Syndicate, but before he could finish speaking, Serena Everett interrupted him lightly.

"I am confident."

Though the girl’s tone was light, it oddly inspired trust in her.

"You should be clear about what can be said and what cannot."

Finn felt a sudden chill down his spine and quickly responded respectfully, "Alliance Hierarch, I understand, I will definitely not inform the Vice Alliance Hierarch of this news!"

Serena Everett nodded in satisfaction, her eyes fixed on the map in her hand, while her vibrant red lips curved into a cold arc.

...

In the underground laboratory.

"Doctor Yates, the latest batch of test subjects has already developed rejection reactions; this experiment has failed again..."

Upon hearing this, Doctor Yates’ face instantly turned grim, and his tone was impatient, "Another batch of failures, clean it up!"

The assistant quickly replied respectfully, "Yes, Doctor Yates!"

The "failures" were dragged out of the basement by guards, the oldest among them no more than ten years old, the youngest barely one year old.

Each of them was so thin that they were just skin and bones, weak and pitiful, trembling and huddled in the corner.

With a wave of Doctor Yates’ hand, the guards immediately grabbed them roughly.

Powerless to resist, they were injected with a lethal poison, ending their short lives in agony.

Such a cruel scene, yet everyone in the laboratory was long accustomed to it, their emotions unperturbed. In their eyes, these children did not even count as people, merely "test subjects" to be disposed of if an experiment failed.

"Throw them all into the mass grave."

Doctor Yates looked at their bodies with disgust, then turned to question his assistant.

"Is the new batch of test subjects ready?"

The assistant nodded, "They are ready, Doctor Yates."

"Good." Doctor Yates nodded in satisfaction, "Continue with the experiment, inject the agents into them."

"Understood, Doctor Yates." The assistant nodded in agreement, then continued, "Doctor Yates, the number of ’test subjects’ in the basement is dwindling, if we continue with the experiments, we may not have enough..."

Mentioning this matter made Doctor Yates’ face even more dour, "Inform them to continue transporting babies and children, whether they buy, steal, or snatch them, ensure a sufficient quantity of children and infants are sent over! The supply of test subjects cannot be interrupted!"

This is the critical moment of the experiment, and he cannot allow any loopholes!