Being Overwhelmed by the Villain's Food Reserve (Apocalypse)

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Chapter 180

　　Could it be that Dr. Z couldn't bear it anymore?

　　The assistant looked at him blankly.

　　Z strode over, and the sound alerted several staff members who were conducting experiments.

　　Two of them held the data notebook and looked up at Z with a surprised look on their faces. Then they bowed deeply and said, "Z, Z, Dr. Z?"

　　Z nodded, and through the transparent glass, he saw the child soaked in the water opening his eyes.

　　They were a pair of ruby-like blood-colored pupils. The eye sockets seemed to be soaked in blood, and there was an unconcealable smell of blood raging deep in the eyes.

　　If he were a normal person, his face would turn pale when stared at by these eyes, and all the organs in his body would feel like they were being cut by sharp blades. The biggest difference was that he stood there with his hands in his pockets, his eyes narrowed, showing laziness, and he looked like he was being scrutinized.

　　019 gritted his teeth and stared at the "weirdo" in front of him with wide eyes.

　　"Doctor, please stay away, be careful he hurts you." The woman holding the data pad said cautiously.

　　Z glanced at the catheter connected to 019 and the instruments with flashing lights. Without saying a word, he indifferently took the data pad from the woman's hand and flipped through two pages.

　　This innately powerful aura made the whole place silent, and everyone present held back and did not dare to make a sound.

　　After Z read it, he threw the data notebook back and tapped the machine panel with a slender voice, "The frequency is too low. Increase it by twenty."

　　As soon as these words came out, everyone opened their eyes in disbelief.

　　Even the assistant who was following him was dumbfounded and wiped cold sweat.

　　He was really annoyed by his stupid idea just now. He thought Dr. Z was feeling compassion, but he never expected that he was actually dissatisfied with the insufficient efficiency of the experiment.

　　The woman and her colleague looked at each other and couldn't help but said: "Dr. Z, even an adult with a superpower cannot bear the frequency of forty, and 019 is still a child..."

　　Dr. Z glanced at her coldly, "His physical indicators are significantly higher than that of an adult. This electric shock is within the tolerance range for him."

　　One of the staff couldn't help but glance at 019 and said, "But he looks like he's dying. Doctor, is it possible that the torture was excessive?"

　　They all know how important this child is to their laboratory. If he accidentally kills him, Dean Qi will not let them go easily.

　　Z looked up.

　　Imprisoned in the glass, 019's teeth were trembling, his face was pale, and his body even slid against the edge of the glass.

　　Z walked over and put his hand against the glass, with his fingertips separated by a layer of glass, as if gently stroking 019's face.

　　But 019 in the glass had already lost consciousness and fell there softly, looking like a newborn kitten abandoned on the roadside.

　　Who wouldn't be able to relent in this situation?

　　However, Z retracted his hand coldly, "I believe in real data indicators more than the status reactions I see with my eyes."