Lost Land (GL)

Chapter 42

The two of them, having easily destroyed the door, were unaware of the danger they had created. They had no idea that their actions had resulted in a group of staff being berated.

"This... the power source is completely destroyed. It'll take at least 30 minutes to..." The white-coated technician, his face bathed in sweat, stammered.

"30 minutes? If you can't fix it within 30 minutes, the entire research institute will be paralyzed. The entire base will be exposed to the zombies. Do you understand how serious this is?" The doctor, choked by his own saliva, coughed violently.

The young man standing nearby quickly patted his back and offered him a cup of green tea. He then spoke softly to comfort him and gave the technicians a look that urged them to hurry back.

The technicians, their faces full of gratitude, said they would go back and fix the power source as soon as possible. Then they took their leave, leaving the doctor still fuming.

He couldn't help it. He was afraid of zombies, too. Even though he was the one who had created them, he had no intention of experiencing them firsthand.

Despite being the head of such a prestigious research institute, feared by many, he was just an old man. He couldn't lift a finger, and everything had to be done by others.

If Blue Star collapsed, he would have to move to another safe place, which would require a lot of effort. Besides, Blue Star was the culmination of his life's work. He had built it with his own hands. How could he not be angry if it was destroyed?

"Doctor, don't be angry. Don't worry. Even if the research institute loses power completely and the defense system collapses, those zombies won't be able to get in with me outside," a deep, steady voice came from a man standing respectfully below.

After taking a few deep breaths and finishing the green tea, the doctor finally felt a little better. He couldn't blame himself for being so anxious. He had been infiltrated by an unknown enemy, and he couldn't even find the person. How could he not be worried?

But he was a shrewd man who had lived a long life. He quickly calmed down and devised a plan.

"No. 5, go outside and guard the research institute. If any zombies approach, stop them all. Also, notify No. 250 to go to the power control room to help. If the equipment can't be repaired, have him use his ability to hold it together," the doctor instructed calmly.

"Yes," the man below acknowledged the order and left without hesitation.

When they were alone in the room, the young man spoke up. "Doctor, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to the medical team."

"Stay here for a moment. I have something for you to do," the doctor said, turning around and opening the door to the inner breeding room. He then walked inside.

The young man's brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. He quickly composed himself and followed the doctor into the inner room.

Meanwhile, the purple-haired woman stumbled into the medical team's quarters. Her injuries were so severe that the medical staff could only shake their heads in helplessness. Such wounds were beyond the reach of ordinary medical treatment.

"You useless fools, get out of my way," she snarled, grabbing the collar of a nearby medical worker. "Where's No. 4? Get him to treat me."

The five members of the guard team each had their own distinct roles. The ability user with the code name "4" was responsible for logistics, a role that suited his wood element ability.