With fifty or sixty people crammed into this small, dilapidated space, one could imagine how foul the air was.
Xie Ning fished a mask out of her backpack and silently put it on, kicking at a few rat carcasses scattered by her feet.
The ordinary rats hadn't mutated.
Pushed aside by a group of researchers in white coats, the woman was thoroughly annoyed. When she turned and saw what Xie Ning was doing, she couldn't help but scoff. "Do you have any common sense? The air in here is foul and stagnant. If you put on a mask, you'll quickly suffer from a lack of oxygen."
Xie Ning took a small oxygen canister from her backpack, pulled down her mask to take two puffs, and then put it back on.
This act left the woman who had been mocking her utterly dumbfounded.
"That's enough, Specialist Fang. Please step aside for a moment." An older gentleman in his fifties, dressed in a gray suit, came forward.
