"I see all the unborn lining up on the surface of the pipeline, the queue biting its own tail. Don't cut it open..."
"Cut it open, and you'll become the pipeline itself! Pipeline, pipeline, pipeline..."
In the conference room, the darkness on the light screen gradually faded.
The screen returned to the deathly silent desert.
Xiao Lingchen's teammates had vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.
Only he remained, lying alone on the cold sand. His eyes were wide open, pupils completely unfocused, and his hands clawed frantically at the air as if trying to grasp something invisible.
And he was still endlessly repeating that one word in a myriad of different tones.
"Pipeline! Pipeline! Pipeline? Pipeline... pipeline... pipeline, hehe...? Pipeline? Pipeline! PIPELINE—!!!"
The sight sent a chill down the spine of everyone in the conference room.
Even a hardened general like Sun Lie felt his skin crawl and couldn't help but rub his arms.
