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Chapter 678: Could it be terrorists again? Relax; last time, the explosion nearly tore the test subjects apart.

Since then, Mr.

Shaw strengthened the defenses.

Maybe its just a random power cut.

Unlike the fully transparent setup on basement level two, the lab on level one felt like a stretch of prison cells.

Even the viewing windows were locked.

Allison temporarily abandoned her search for Lilian and instead zeroed in on the labs surveillance data system.

Skillfully avoiding the panic-stricken researchers, she quickly identified the surveillance hub on basement level one, using her knowledge of the layout from level two.

She pushed open the glass door and found herself in the only large conference room on basement level one, where the labs surveillance was set up.

At that moment, the external surveillance system flickered back on.

Gordons voice came through her earpiece.

Allison, Jareths entered the lab! Weve got no access to the internal feed.

I know; Im working on it.

Allison inserted the chip into the computer.

Her pulse quickened as she watched the red progress bar crawl across the screen.

It had to reach 100%.

Lɒtєѕτ чhɒρτєrѕ ιn gɑl????οvєlѕ.сo???? Meanwhile, Gordon saw the computer register the chip signal and immediately began his breach into the system.

Please, just let it hit 100%.

His fingers raced over the keyboard, Amyas own typing feverish with tension.

The system was a labyrinth of experimental data with a firewall designed like a minefield; a single wrong move could set off the alarms.

Tick-tock Seconds dripped by.

Allison held her breath, eyes fixed on the progress bar inching closer to 100%.

Almost there.

Just a fraction more.

Then, footsteps echoed outside the conference room.

Youre all pathetic.

A mans cold, hard voice snaked through the room, instinctively chilling Allison to the core.

Allison felt a cold shiver course down her spine.

Just as the door began to creak open, she watched the chips progress bar pulse on her screen.

99%… 100%! The instant the bar blazed completely red, Gordons voice filled her earpiece.

Allison, its done! She wasted no time.

Reaching out, she snatched the chip and tucked it away as she darted into a corner.

But just then, the laboratory lights flashed on.

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