CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 56: SEVENTH SISTER DESTROYS THE LABORATORY

Before long, Nether Lord drove the car to a wealthy neighborhood in R Nation and parked outside a duplex villa.

The girl waiting inside heard the sound and hurried out, only to suddenly freeze.

She didn’t blink, staring straight at Claire Green getting out of the car. Is this Emma White?

Watching the two walk side by side, jealousy surged in her heart, and she forcefully pinched her palm.

Why does Victoria Windsor always have so many handsome and outstanding men around her? The previous ones were, and now Emma White even more so. What on earth is so good about her?

"Sister," she called sweetly and obediently until the two of them came forward.

Victoria Windsor was startled by this call, and seeing her gaze always directed at Emma White, her face instantly turned cold, and her tone was unpleasant.

"Where is she?"

A flash of resentment crossed the girl’s eyes, but her voice remained sweet.

"In the room upstairs."

The three of them went to the room and saw the woman lying on the bed, the girl’s eyes brimming with tears, "Since she came back last time, it’s gotten worse."

Victoria Windsor looked at the woman, a bit dazed, trying to recall when she last saw her.

"Emma White, I’ll leave it to you."

This was agreed upon on the way not to use code names.

Claire Green looked at the woman, her gaze fixed for a few seconds, then leaned over to check, a chill suddenly appearing in her eyes.

How interesting.

She looked at the girl blandly, her voice hoarse, "Give me the experiment report."

As soon as the words were spoken.

The girl’s face turned ashen, and she couldn’t help but tremble all over.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Experiment report?

Victoria Windsor suddenly realized, so it’s not an ordinary illness but caused by an experiment.

"Lillian Windsor, bring out the report," Victoria Windsor’s sharp gaze shot towards the girl.

Lillian Windsor was in a panic, remembering how her mother had instructed her never to let anyone know about the experiments, yet none of the doctors she found could figure it out. How could this Emma White see through it at a glance?

"There’s no report, sister. Your friend must be mistaken."

In an instant.

Claire Green curved her lips, the coldness in her eyes penetrating, her tone wild and sinister.

"I’m informing you, not negotiating."

Lillian Windsor barely managed a smile, "There really isn’t one."

Suddenly, her pupils widened, watching Claire Green holding a scalpel, continuously making cuts on the woman’s body, not too deep or too shallow, and what terrified her the most was seeing enjoyment on Claire Green’s face.

Blood oozed from the wound, and witnessing this scene, Lillian Windsor felt nothing but horror.

Victoria Windsor saw this and smirked, with no intention of stopping. She knew Emma White was measured.

"The report is in the laboratory; my mother didn’t give me the key."

Lillian Windsor, fearing she might be next, quickly compromised, speaking rapidly.

Upon hearing this, Claire Green looked at her, somewhat nonchalant, "Are you sure?"

This time Lillian Windsor didn’t hesitate, shaking her head, "It really wasn’t given to me."

Claire Green sneered, meticulously wiping the blood from the scalpel.

She casually said, "Victoria Windsor, do you know where the laboratory is?"

"I’ll take you there."

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"Your family’s laboratory is not bad."

Claire Green looked at the villa-like building before her and spoke openly.

Victoria Windsor faintly smiled, "Just to cover things up."

Perhaps no one expected this house in the suburbs to be a laboratory.

"Without a key, we can’t get in. What do we do?"

Claire Green’s red lips curled with a hint of roguishness, speaking defiantly, "Can’t open it? Just blow it up."

With that, she began swiftly assembling already prepared items, forming a small yet powerful bomb.

Victoria Windsor looked at this incredulously, dazed, "You can even do this."

"Is it strange?" Claire Green glanced at her lazily and casually.

Victoria Windsor choked; of course, it’s strange: a citizen of the new century who can make bombs, and why does she speak as if it’s so expected?

Placing the bomb securely, Claire Green pulled Victoria Windsor to stand farther away, a hint of mischief in her eyes, and slowly pressed the switch in her hand.

Boom——

A loud noise exploded, and the door fell with a crash.

The two successfully entered the laboratory inside, and even now, Victoria Windsor still had a hard time coming to her senses.

Claire Green scanned the surroundings, her gaze landing on a folder on the table, slowly opening it, and as she looked at the experimental records, her expression turned stern.

There are actually people in this world conducting such absurd experiments on genetic cell alteration.

In the previous life, how many people died because of this experiment?

She clenched the document in her hand tightly, her peripheral vision catching a sealed archive bag to the side, which she opened, the killing intent in her eyes fluctuating.

"Do you know about the virus-making experiment your family is conducting?"

She glanced at Victoria Windsor indifferently, her voice as icy as a cold pond.

Victoria Windsor, upon hearing this, turned completely pale, virus, what exactly are they trying to do?

"I don’t know, J, what would happen if this virus were created?"

Claire Green retracted her gaze, took out a lighter, igniting the report, the flames bright yet her expression remained unreadable.

"Once released globally, with a bit of luck, only half the people would die."

At this moment, Victoria Windsor suddenly felt grateful for J’s arrival; otherwise, once the virus was unleashed, it would have been humanity’s greatest crisis.

"It seems your family’s ambition is not small; she must have accidentally contaminated herself with a failed sample."

Claire Green, holding something and working on it, was all too familiar with these things, having dealt with them extensively before.

Victoria Windsor looked at her in confusion, her voice tinged with lingering fear, "What are you doing?"

Claire Green didn’t raise her head, responding casually, "Serum, your dad’s situation may be similar."

Victoria Windsor didn’t care what she said; her mind was now filled with the word serum.

"Aren’t you a Chinese medicine practitioner? And you can even do this?"

She had seen those in the Night Covenant discussing that Emma White’s skills in Chinese medicine were exquisite, with her acupuncture directly curing Master Kuang.

Claire Green replied lazily, "Learned a bit."

In her past life, she was interested in everything and had even won a few awards in the field of biological research, so making a serum posed no difficulty.

Victoria Windsor twitched as she watched the calm person; how could this familiar technique be called ’learned a bit’? Right now, she very much wanted to open J’s head and take a look.

Clearly not yet twenty, yet capable of everything, from top-notch hacking skills to Chinese medicine, followed by bomb assembly and serum production—she wouldn’t have mastered these skills even if she started learning in the womb!

She used to think she was a genius when she discovered her sensitivity to numbers and talent in computer programming.

Obviously, it’s true that without comparison, there is no harm.

"Here you go."

Claire Green tossed the item into her arms and walked around.

She lightly curved her lips, "Mind if I destroy this place?"

"As you please," Victoria Windsor replied cheerfully.

After all, it wasn’t her property, and since they were conducting illegal experiments, they shouldn’t exist in the first place.

Claire Green drove the car directly inside, and under Victoria Windsor’s gaze, she broke the fuel tank, and soon gasoline began to spread.

"It’s all set."

The two walked out of the laboratory, and Claire Green casually tossed the lighter behind her, setting the gasoline ablaze.

Watching the building consumed by fire, Claire Green’s eyes were a deep black.

How many more people in this world are conducting such experiments?