Watching helplessly as River Sparrow was killed without any ability to fight back, the few lab-coated individuals curled up in the corner shivered with fear, unable to speak.
Someone knelt, kowtowing, pleading in a tearful voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I was forced… Please don't kill me…"
No one expected that after those two vials were injected into her body, such a strong reaction would occur.
Heather was seeing red from killing.
She held a surgical knife in her hand, walked out of the laboratory, with blazing fire behind her.
The alarm sounded, and just as the surrounding guards rushed over, reaching for the guns at their waists, Heather grabbed one by the neck, turned him around, and before he could reach his gun, she had slit his throat with the blood-stained surgical knife in her hand, killing him.
She seized his gun and, with bloodshot eyes, advanced.
