Chapter 1042 - Living Hell (1/2)

If there were any weaknesses in the ‘Lightning’ exoskeleton designed by Krupp Group, EMP was one of them. Although Celestial Trade only provided a small number of EMP grenades to these militant forces, it was enough for them to win this battle.

When Jeff heard the static noise, his heart sank. The stiffness from his joints allowed him to confirm one thing—the exoskeleton covering his entire body had completely shut down.

With both hands pressed against the ground, he gritted his teeth and desperately wanted to get up. But a hundred pounds of alloy steel plates on his body wasn’t easy to lift without the force of the exoskeleton.

Just like that, Jeff could only watch the militant soldier walking toward him. The soldier first kicked him down then pulled off his helmet before sending him to sleep with a strike to his face.

In the blink of an eye, the only four mercenaries in the room lost their combat abilities. Carol desperately tried to escape to the corner while watching in horror.

“Don’t-don’t come close to me… I beg you, let me go. I’m just a researcher. I-I have a wife and a three-year-old daughter. They’re still waiting for me to go home. You can’t—”

The leader of the militants grabbed his collar and lifted him as he stared at his frightened eyes.

“Sample room, go and open the door.”

“Yes, yes…”

Carol nodded while shivering. His feet returned to the ground, but he stumbled in fear.

With a gun pointed to his head, Carol didn’t dare to drag things on. He took the soldiers to the underground sample room.

The door of the sample room was already sprayed-painted with the militants’ logo and various slogans. As he was pushed to a metal door, several soldiers were already waiting. Under watch of several pairs of eyes, Carol typed the password with his trembling fingers. With a clunking noise, he was rudely pushed aside.

As the soldiers entered the sample room, the leader of the militants took off his gas mask and looked at everything in the sample room, muttering to himself.

“God… What did we find?”

Countless body bags, like dried fish on a production line, were neatly hung with hooks. Through the plastic on top of each body bag, he could even clearly identify the facial structure of each “sample” and the number attached to the body bag.

“Sir, we’re going to… do.” The soldier’s throat next to him felt dry and he squeezed out a few words.

The militant leader silently took out his phone and gave it to the soldier.

“Go take some photos. Remember, they have to be clear.”

After making the order, he put the rifle behind him, took out another USB from his pocket, and inserted it into the lab server according to the agreement with Celestial Trade.

After waiting for the data transfer to finalize, he grabbed the USB. The soldier who was taking photos had returned. With an ugly expression, he forced out a few words.

“Done.”

The militant leader didn’t say anything. He just nodded then ordered a retreat.