My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 251 - 245: Entering the Secret Base, Shock

Chapter 251: Chapter 245: Entering the Secret Base, Shock

The S Active Cell Agent was a drug originally researched and developed by Professor Young. It could stimulate a person’s latent potential and further develop their body’s various abilities.

It had already reached phase two of clinical trials, but the project was suspended due to a disagreement with the Young Family Head’s principles.

The S Active Cell Agent’s formula was also readjusted and used for the Super Soldier project, under a new name: God’s Blessing.

Doyle took out a small vial from inside, which contained a clear, crystalline fluid.

"All the original refinement methods for this S Active Cell Agent were destroyed. This is the only remaining stock solution. If you get me the formula for the S Sedative, I’ll give this to you."

Doyle looked at Alvin Morgan, a strange glint appearing in his eyes.

"With a Constitution like yours, you must have a hard time in The Lockwood Family, right? Just one injection of this, and you’ll be completely transformed..."

Before he could finish, Aurora Sinclair appeared beside him, reaching for the vial.

But Doyle didn’t panic. Instead, he immediately snapped the silver box shut and said calmly, "A couple of years ago, Justin Warner tested its activity. There’s only about 30% left. One vial won’t be enough for him."

Aurora Sinclair glanced at the box. Surprisingly, Doyle wasn’t the least bit afraid she’d snatch it.

"This is the latest model of high-security briefcase. If anyone other than me tries to open it, the contents will self-destruct."

"Aurora, come back!" Alvin Morgan’s gaze darkened as he looked at the smug man. "Fine."

***

An endless sea of sand, assailed by oppressive heat waves. Rolling dunes stretched as far as the eye could see.

Two off-road vehicles drove through the vast expanse.

Alvin Morgan sat in the back of the vehicle with his arm around Aurora Sinclair.

Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan’s hands and feet were bound with special ropes, rendering them immobile.

The man in the front seat glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time, wary of them trying to escape.

He was one of Doyle’s trusted subordinates and knew full well that the man and woman in the back were being sent to infiltrate a heavily guarded secret base to retrieve something for his boss.

"Once we’re inside, don’t say a word. Just follow my orders."

Alvin Morgan gave the man a cool glance while his fingers, touching Aurora Sinclair’s, seemed to be tracing something on her skin.

Doyle’s plan was simple: have Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan pose as escaped Eastern Highlanders to get inside the secret base.

During a past war, this secret base was a place where a major power secretly manufactured weapons.

After the war ended, it was abandoned. Later, it was secretly converted into an underground laboratory by those people.

This was a no-man’s-land between Masovia and Eosland, perpetually shrouded in Yellow Sand.

Having also been ravaged by war, it had effectively become the largest Lawless Zone between the two nations.

They had been driving for over ten hours, from nightfall through dawn, and now into the scorching midday sun.

Finally, in the middle of a sea of yellow, they spotted something that looked like a pillbox.

The shimmering heat waves made it look unreal, like a mirage.

"That cluster of pillboxes up ahead is the place."

Alvin Morgan glanced at his watch. There was no signal. This place had a powerful signal jammer.

His fingers stopped moving. He whispered, "Be careful."

There were no guards around the pillboxes, only a ring of searchlight-like surveillance cameras in operation.

The two vehicles parked in an orderly fashion outside the pillboxes. Five or six people got out, escorting two individuals who had black hoods over their heads and were bound in special iron chains.

With a DING—

An earthen wall on the outside of one of the pillboxes slid apart.

It revealed a modern elevator. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The group entered the elevator and pressed the bottommost button.

Soon, they felt the sensation of weightlessness as the elevator descended.

The underground laboratory was very deep, seemingly several thousand meters down.

Alvin Morgan silently counted the time. They were in the elevator for about five minutes.

The elevator doors opened.

A pitch-black corridor instantly lit up.

It was a mirrored hallway. Ahead, there seemed to be no doors or passages, somewhat like a maze.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar female voice rang out, "Place them in the designated location."

Immediately after, a section of the mirror ahead lit up.

The group carefully pushed the two individuals into the illuminated spot.

The two of them felt another bout of weightlessness.

After an unknown amount of time, the feeling of weightlessness vanished.

Following the sound of a heavy thud, the black hoods were pulled off their heads.

They were surrounded by several people in hazmat suits and protective goggles.

Holding detectors, they pressed them against the two captives’ arms, which were bound behind their backs.

Alvin Morgan recognized the device. It was a little gadget he had made in the past to detect nearby Martial Artists.

Its principle was to test the local air pressure in a specific environment.

Since ancient times, the Power emanating from a Martial Artist has always been a miraculous form of energy. You could call it a gas, but it’s undetectable. You could call it energy, and yet it can alter the surrounding atmospheric pressure.

In the Martial World, "Power" is an extremely mysterious and formidable energy.

No one knows how this energy is formed, but it can be cultivated through specific Cultivation Techniques and stored within one’s meridians and Inner Energy Sea.

"The pressure Strength isn’t high. They probably just took the drug recently."

"We thought yesterday’s subject was the one, but it turned out she wasn’t a Martial King either."

"Not just not a Martial King, she had never even practiced Martial Cultivation. I have no idea how those idiots outside are finding people."

"Stop complaining. Hurry up and take them to the material prep area."

The group chatted for a moment in a common international language before leading the two into a corridor for the material prep area.

Both sides of the corridor were partitioned into small rooms by reinforced glass, with many people imprisoned inside.

Some rooms were transparent, allowing a view of the people inside, while others had fogged glass, obscuring the situation within.

The two of them were pushed into separate rooms.

The room Aurora Sinclair entered was filled with young girls, sitting in two separate groups.

The girls in one group were more sturdily built, with fierce looks in their eyes. They sat sprawled out, as if they were the bosses of the room.

The girls in the other group were thin and small, their eyes full of trauma. Their gazes were timid, and their exposed skin was covered in wounds.

However, both groups were wary of Aurora Sinclair’s arrival.

Aurora Sinclair scanned the room but didn’t see Mia. She found a corner and sat down quietly.

They only had iron chains on their ankles, unlike her, who was chained up completely.

After the reinforced door closed, the atmosphere in the room grew strange.

Both groups were secretly sizing her up, as if evaluating her.

"Hey, newcomer, where are you from?" one of the girls from the sturdy group asked.

As she spoke, she kicked Aurora Sinclair’s outstretched leg.

But she couldn’t understand what the girl was saying and replied in the common international language, "What did you say?"

The girl froze for a second, a vicious glint in her eyes. "So you’re a rich family’s little missy!"

She glanced at the other group of girls and said mockingly, "Looks like your side has one more member. Hahaha..."

A trace of despair appeared in the other girls’ eyes, and their gazes toward Aurora Sinclair turned unfriendly.

The room fell silent again, with only the sound of iron chains dragging across the floor.

Aurora Sinclair secretly observed her surroundings. There were two surveillance cameras on the ceiling.

There was a button on the reinforced glass with a symbol of fog on it.

The reinforced door had two small hatches that could be opened, one at the top and one at the bottom.

Above the top hatch was a round indicator light, which was currently red.

Suddenly, the red light on the door turned green.

The bottom hatch was opened, and the aroma of food instantly wafted in.

The girls’ eyes lit up, and they stared at the hatch like predators.

Some had already shifted from sitting to a crouch, their bodies tensed, ready to spring.

A pair of rubber-gloved hands pushed a food tray and a bag of steamed buns through the hatch from outside.

To Aurora Sinclair’s astonishment, the girls pounced on the food like starving wolves...