CHAPTER 576: CHAPTER 560: GAINED AN EXTRA SON (TWO CHAPTERS COMBINED INTO ONE)

They almost succeeded.

About a kilometer away, numerous headlights suddenly appeared, exposing them instantly.

Song Moting pushed Jiang Xiaoxiao behind a large tree and dashed in the opposite direction, rolling as he landed and drawing his gun.

Jiang Xiaoxiao stood rigidly behind the tree, the sudden fear driving away their hope of imminent rescue.

She waited, closing her eyes, clenching her fists, pressing the child in her arms, concentrating on whether any sounds would come from behind.

She heard nothing, truly nothing.

Silence itself was a kind of terror.

Mu Chen appeared at the alley entrance, a slight smile at the corner of his lips, holding a weapon.

He slowly walked to the front of the forest, his handgun aiming at the tree where Jiang Xiaoxiao was hiding.

"This bullet can penetrate ten centimeters of steel; are you sure you want to resist?"

Song Moting immediately appeared at a right angle.

But Mu Chen’s weapon didn’t turn towards him, continuing to aim at Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"Don’t move."

Mu Chen said, and Song Moting stopped.

He knew Mu Chen wasn’t joking.

"You both left without saying goodbye."

Mu Chen’s tone was light, but his eyes were icy.

"Goodbye."

Song Moting said expressionlessly.

Reluctant to make any rash moves.

"Drop the gun." Mu Chen said to Song Moting.

Song Moting loosened his grip, letting the gun fall to the ground.

"You betrayed my hospitality. If not for being spotted by the guards, your trick would have succeeded. Who are you?"

Song Moting shrugged.

There was no point denying it now.

"I’ve already gotten what I want. The virus samples from your lab are mine. I know everything you know."

"You want to intercept for money?"

The one who answered Mu Chen was Song Moting.

Jiang Xiaoxiao noticed a subtle change in Song Moting’s face, his eyes turning cold and ruthless.

"Having that sample can make someone rich quickly, and I need it."

"But that’s mine, you’re a thief."

"Don’t say it so harshly; I also put in labor. Who doesn’t want to earn big money?"

"So, it’s just for money?"

"Always has been."

"What about her?" Mu Chen nodded towards Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"I guess she’s your accomplice?"

"I always act alone."

"Then what is she?"

"She has nothing to do with this. I just need Doctor Jiang’s skills to also earn big money."

In an instant, Mu Chen shifted his aim from Jiang Xiaoxiao to Song Moting, his finger already on the trigger.

"Don’t think I’m a fool."

He said quietly.

Mu Feng had already drawn his gun, aiming at his forehead.

"Maybe those questions should be directed at me."

Mu Feng said coldly, "Drop the gun. Stand next to Mr. Shi."

Both men froze.

Song Moting seemed to stop breathing, his face turning pale.

Mu Chen stared at him in shock, then began to laugh bitterly.

In the distance, a loud roar was heard, followed by a series of explosions echoing continuously.

Mu Chen’s face turned a strange pale, as if being strangled.

"The laboratory was destroyed." he said hoarsely.

"Explosion, father is dead..."

He slowly lifted his head, eyes showing fear.

"It was you, wasn’t it?"

Mu Feng took a few deep breaths, then said calmly, "I couldn’t let you spread that kind of virus."

"Cannot..."

Mu Chen blinked rapidly, thinking he misheard.

But he hadn’t, Mu Feng stood there, looking composed.

"You... you know what they planned to do?"

"I am one of them."

Mu Chen felt the world had turned upside down, what he believed real was no longer real.

In that suffocating yet clear moment, he understood.

"That so-called factory raid was also orchestrated by you; what exactly do you intend to do?"

"Unfortunately, even if destroyed, you all could still replicate the entire research, so I had to take more extreme measures."

"Because of you, father died!"

Mu Chen roared, suddenly reaching out to pull the trigger.

But Mu Feng was faster, his weapon in hand.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger three times, shooting Mu Chen’s chest twice and finishing with one to the head.

His brother fell to the ground, blood seeping into the earth.

Mu Feng’s hand hung at his side, a tear sliding down his face.

The events planned from the start finally reached this point.

He took a deep breath, drying his eyes.

The road to hell was indeed paved with thorns; he only wanted to destroy the virus, he couldn’t allow his father to really carry out the plan of spreading the virus.