This place resembled a science museum, filled with advanced technology not seen outside. The surveillance monitors on the walls worked tirelessly twenty-four hours a day, leaving no blind spots.
The laboratory looked deserted, not a soul in sight, but Lu Mian knew that those people had simply gone into hiding temporarily.
Once an alarm was triggered, the death soldiers trained by the New World Laboratory would emerge in an endless stream.
Hua Ying looked at Lu Mian, who had her head lowered, and chuckled, loosening her surveillance of her slightly.
This was their turf, and no matter how capable Lu Mian was, she couldn't turn the tide.
At the very least, Lu Mian was helpless against the security system. The person capable of outsmarting her should be at Xuefeng Mountain by now.
This stratagem of drawing the tiger away from the mountain had not only successfully brought Lu Mian to their headquarters but also trapped Agent Thirteen in their snare—a two-pronged victory.
