The core laboratory was brightly lit.
Wade floated in mid-air along the metal corridor, moving slowly, while the SLR camera beside him rotated to record everything.
On both sides of the corridor were two sealed chambers where dozens of young children, dressed in identical grey uniforms, sat cross-legged.
Their eyes were hollow as they stared at the cold, white glowing symbols in front of them, reciting short phrases in unison.
They merely cast a numb glance at Wade, the intruder, and the commotion outside, before continuing their repetitive chanting.
"Speak only the truth." Wade turned around, grabbed the neck of the person behind him, and channeled his mental power into his brain, saying coldly, "Where did these children come from? Is this what you call'seeds'? Using this method to forcibly brainwash them?"
Rafe looked pained for a moment, then argued excitedly, "They are high-quality individuals selected through genetic screening. Some are unclaimed orphans, others are compatible subjects we selected from cooperative families... We are conducting mental guidance and physical enhancement on them so that they can become the organization's most loyal combat force in the future!"
There was not a shred of guilt in his words; he truly believed that this act of depriving children of their freedom and nature was a matter of course.
In the corridor, five black-robed guards approaching from the front stopped in their tracks.
They lowered their heads, hands pressed against the stun devices on their waists, striking a defensive posture.
Wade suppressed the anger rising in his heart and looked at them coldly, "How much forced modification have you done to these children?"
Before the five middle-aged men in black robes could answer, he raised his hand, having already found the answer in his heart.
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft—
Five black robes fell to the ground with a thud, and bright red liquid and flesh splattered all over the corridor.
Wade continued along the corridor and passed through the sensor door.
The environment here changed abruptly; it was lush and green, with devices simulating sunlight installed on the ceiling, and all kinds of furniture and equipment were available.
Inside luxuriously decorated bedrooms, young girls wore clean white cotton clothes, their lower abdomens slightly swollen.
Their faces wore blank smiles, and they were either sitting or lying down quietly, indifferent to everything around them, like docile lambs carefully raised.
"And these girls?" Wade's brows were locked tight, the floating camera lens slowly turning to scan the lifeless young faces, "Is this your 'genetic cultivation carrier'?"
"We provide them with the top-tier constant-temperature cultivation environment and nutritional supply to ensure that the embryonic development is not affected." Rafe's old face pressed against the glass, smiling proudly, "Being selected as a cultivation carrier for special genetic embryos is their honor!"
Watching this act of beautifying imprisonment and instrumentalization as a "gift" through the display window, the anger in Wade's chest grew more and more intense.
He suppressed the urge to crush Rafe and rushed towards the end of the corridor.
Passing through the encrypted sensor door, a strong smell of disinfectant mixed with the scent of blood wafted over.
This room was a combination of cultivation pods and a laboratory; inside each medical pod, young girls about to give birth were fixed in place, their bodies covered in monitoring tubes.
"Urgh! It hurts! Please, stop!" A painful scream from a young girl came through.
Hearing this, Wade shot out, turning to look at the transparent observation room on the left.
Inside the central square medical pod, a girl who looked no more than a teenager was strapped in, covered in monitoring electrodes, struggling in pain under a forced induction program.
"Ah— urgh—" Her abdomen heaved violently, her wails growing louder and louder before she turned her head and fainted.
The medical pod was stained scarlet, and the monitor emitted a piercing alarm. The newborn infant was wrapped in violent arcs of light, crying sharply in the scarlet liquid.
Outside the pod, several researchers in Vought white coats and administrators in purple robes watched coldly with calm expressions.
The researcher tapped on the control panel of the pod, activating some kind of program. The arcs of light on the Supe newborn instantly weakened and it was wrapped up by white cloth that spewed out.
Only three seconds later, the white cloth instantly burst, and electric arcs erupted from the newborn with double the intensity.
The female researcher looked at the chaotic data on the monitoring instrument and lowered her hands in frustration: "Sigh... another failure. The energy structure is extremely unstable and cannot be safely contained."
The male researcher on the side talked with the purple-robed administrators for a while, then pointed at the listless newborn in the pod: "Execute the Angel Return protocol."
An elderly purple-robed administrator said in a tone like chanting a hymn: "To be able to offer flesh and soul for the Lord's great and unquestionable cause, and to cleanse the sins brought by this incomplete shell... this is the final blessing for these imperfect vessels."
Rafe, outside the room, heard this and showed a pious and solemn expression on his face, beginning to pray in a low voice: "Lost angel, return to the arms of the Lord; your sacrifice will be remembered..."
Boom— Wade, burning with rage, violently tore open the delivery room door and stormed in, the camera lens circling the bloody pod.
His face was full of killing intent as he said coldly, "Please, continue! Your blessing is coming right now."
Everyone in the room was instantly stunned in place.
Rafe followed behind him, saying in terror, "Stop! You cannot interfere with the sacred'Selection'; imperfect vessels should be purified to pave the way for the Lord."
Several aged purple-robed administrators turned around, their eyes full of hostility, shouting, "Rafe, how could you bring a heretic in here! Call security for me!"
Wade's gravity field spread out, pinning them firmly in place, and he asked the two researchers, "How do you want to purify this thing? Tell me."
"Re... recycle..." The female researcher's eyes drifted toward the sealed container connected to complex pipes and centrifuges, "Defective products and dangerous goods will be decomposed to extract and purify the remaining compound v."
"One-third is used for the cultivation of the next batch of 'Holy Seeds,' and the rest is sealed and shipped back to Vought's laboratory."
Sweat poured down the male researcher's face as he shook his head and explained, "It's not our fault! It was all Vought, and these religious lunatics who forced us to do it!"
Wade looked at those elderly purple-robed administrators with fear in their eyes, and the solemnity that had not yet faded from their faces, and smiled, "Aren't you self-proclaimed servants of God? Paving the way with infants' flesh, cultivating in girls' wombs... Then today, I will send all of you to personally face your God and explain properly... all this blood and sin on your hands!"
Before he finished speaking, boom— A majestic blue light erupted violently with him at the center.
These scumbags were perfectly clear-headed; they actively participated in such inhuman experiments and deserved no forgiveness.
The blood of the girl who died miserably in the pod floated in mid-air, turning into countless sharp blood-colored ice crystals, which shot out mixed with deep blue ice shards that condensed out of thin air.
Crack! Splat!
The blood-colored and deep blue ice spread rapidly, accurately hitting every target present.
The two researchers and three purple-robed administrators had their expressions of terror and despair frozen within the crystal-clear ice, forming grotesque ice sculptures.
The entire core laboratory turned into a silent ice prison filled with the aura of death.
Wade raised his hand to retrieve the SLR camera and carefully wrapped the sleeping infant in his arms with a clean white cloth.
"The material... is enough."
He turned and walked towards the door, finding the only survivor, Rafe, with yellow liquid spilled at his feet and his crotch soaked.
Wade stomped his foot, and the ice sculptures in the room shattered one after another, turning into a pile of ice crystal debris: "First, call the police to surrender, then use your phone to livestream and tell the whole world everything that happened here, exactly as it is."
Rafe tremblingly took out his phone, tears and snot streaming down his face as he muttered, "We didn't want it to be this way either. Every church has recruited Supe personnel and is training its own people... If we don't cooperate with Vought, our believers will become fewer and fewer, and we won't be able to survive at all. What else could I do?"
"Hmph, to think you can even use faith as a business and an excuse," Wade shoved the child into his arms, simultaneously reinforcing the mental suggestion, his tone full of disdain, "It seems you can't really call yourself pious to your Lord either."
Rafe was mainly responsible for maintaining the church's operations and was only aware of the experiments; making him surrender and expose the scandal was enough.
This would not only effectively strike at Vought but also provide the government with an excuse to launch investigations into various religious forces, achieving the effect of borrowing a knife to kill and frightening the others.
His figure turned into an afterimage in the laboratory, rapidly collecting all paper and electronic materials involving Vought.
These materials, together with the complete recording in his hand, would be the second insurance.
"It's time to find someone to spread the spark." Wade disappeared at the end of the corridor, taking all the collected evidence with him.
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