SCIAW: Chapter 447/448

Chapter 447: Can Call the Police to Clean Up

The power inside the laboratory was turned on and all the instruments began running.

Shiho's fingers flew over the keyboard as data on the computer was quickly organized and transferred.

"What a surprise…"

The whole process went so smoothly that even Shiho found it hard to believe.

"What's wrong? Trouble?"

At her sister's question, Shiho shook her head slightly.

"No, it's not troublesome. It's going very smoothly."

"Originally, the lab data was blocked to a certain degree. Random downloads would usually bring viruses along with them. But this time, everything is moving smoothly, which surprised me."

"All the data in the lab isn't blocked at all. Instead, it's open for anyone to download."

Shiho felt the situation was too strange, almost like a trap.

But when she glanced at the door behind her, now corroded into black matter, she realized the reason.

"I see. Even if we run into something unusual, the lab's data won't be destroyed immediately."

"What do you mean?"

"In fact, once this pharmaceutical factory enters a special lockdown state, a huge amount of lab data is unlocked and uploaded to the server, and then the local data is completely destroyed. Sometimes viruses are left in the destroyed files to create problems later."

"But this time, since internal and external signals were cut off, the situation inside couldn't be reported to other labs. The original program that was supposed to upload the data was suspended, but the local data itself was fully unlocked."

This was an accidental phenomenon. If the signal had gone through, the lab's data would have already been uploaded and erased.

But because of this accident, the data remained intact, and even the usual restrictions were lifted.

For Shiho, this was extremely beneficial.

It meant she could freely manipulate the lab's data.

She quickly downloaded everything, the most important being the experimental records of APTX4869 and the formula data.

It even included the death list of those who had taken the drug.

Shiho didn't know what exactly had happened with her sister, but this data had to be handed over to the police.

With that in mind, she downloaded it without hesitation.

Since the goal was to cripple the organization, this data was indispensable.

She even included her own secret experiments and results. Since she wanted to keep that information, the only option was to turn it over to the police and see if they could handle the shock.

Within ten minutes, both sets of data were ready.

"Sister, it's done."

"Good."

Akemi took the disk, looked at it, then wrote something on it with a pen and placed it beside the computer.

"Shiho, we need to go."

She reached out her hand to Shiho.

"Alright."

Shiho grasped her sister's hand.

Their bodies quickly sank into the darkness beneath their feet.

Shiho's worldview was shaken once again. She felt everything happening, yet her body sensed nothing else. Instinctively, she held her sister's hand tighter.

"Don't worry, Shiho."

Akemi gripped her hand firmly and spoke gently.

"I won't let you stay in this place any longer."

"Sister…"

Her words gave Shiho strength, and the uneasiness in her heart slowly faded.

She felt herself being swallowed by darkness little by little. Before she could process more, she had already arrived in another space.

"Welcome back, Ms. Akemi."

Akemi released Shiho's hand and knelt on one knee before Ren.

"Thank you very much for your help, god."

"Don't think too much of it. I'm also very interested in how this will develop."

Ren waved casually, clearly more intrigued by the organization's next moves and how the Metropolitan Police Department would respond.

The black kitten emerged from Akemi's shadow and hopped onto Ren's lap.

"Meow~"

The kitten let out a soft sound, prompting Ren to stroke it gently.

"Keep maintaining the darkness over there."

"Meow~"

The kitten rubbed affectionately against his hand, then curled up, closed its eyes, and fell asleep, as if completely content.

Ren continued stroking its fur, then turned to Miwako.

"Miwako, you can contact Inspector Matsumoto now."

"Alright."

Miwako immediately called Inspector Matsumoto.

"Inspector Matsumoto."

Officer Sato, you're still awake at this hour?

"It's like this, Inspector Matsumoto. My informant has located a base belonging to a killer organization and confirmed that there is a special laboratory inside. It looks like they're conducting dangerous experiments."

A laboratory? Please explain more clearly, Officer Sato.

"They appear to be researching a drug, and many human experiments have already been carried out. My informant also confirmed that there are large stockpiles of firearms hidden there, possibly tied to the military."

"Understood. I'll contact the special operations team immediately and prepare an operation. Officer Sato, give me the precise location, I'll handle it right away."

After hanging up, Matsumoto Kiyonaga stood from the table and turned to Sayuri, who had just prepared a full meal.

"Sayuri, I'm sorry, but I'll need to work overtime tonight."

"Why…"

Sayuri looked at her stoic father and sighed.

"Dad, you'd better go."

Having experienced this before, she understood the importance of his work, so she didn't protest.

"Work is more important. We can continue dinner tomorrow."

"Alright, I'll head out then."

Before leaving, Matsumoto Kiyonaga picked up his chopsticks and tasted one bite of the food his daughter made.

"There's too much salt. But it really reminds me of your mother's cooking."

Too much?

Sayuri quickly tasted it herself, and her face instantly twisted.

"Ugh! Way too salty!"

(To be continued.)

Chapter 448:Tragic Situation

Before returning to the Metropolitan Police Department, Matsumoto Kiyonaga had already contacted the special operations force to depart immediately. The base of this killer organization was linked to human experimentation, and it clearly did not resemble an ordinary killer syndicate.

Moreover, intelligence suggested they held a large cache of weapons and were even connected to the garrison. This forced him to treat the matter with the utmost caution.

Naturally, Matsumoto also informed the action team of these details.

After obtaining the necessary approvals, the team advanced toward the target with the best preparation possible.

"Here they come."

In the private room, Ren, who had been keeping watch over the Pharmaceutical, immediately noticed the Metropolitan Police Department's action team.

"It can be undone now."

He tapped the black cat's forehead with his fingers.

The cat meowed softly, obediently dispersing the dark prison.

In that instant, the sound of gunfire, like endless firecrackers, shattered the silence.

"!?"

The sudden eruption startled the advancing special operations troops.

Their formation shifted immediately. The front line raised riot shields, while the ones behind readied their submachine guns.

If anything happened, they would open fire without hesitation.

But the moment they passed through the gate, every member gasped.

The scene before them was like a battlefield covered with corpses.

Bodies lay everywhere.

Blood pooled beneath them, dyeing the factory floor red.

And not all of them were dead. More than a dozen were still locked in life-or-death struggles, utterly ignoring their own survival, fighting like beasts that had lost all sense of humanity.

"These people are insane."

Someone muttered the words.

And everyone silently agreed.

This kind of slaughter could only be described as madness.

But that single voice broke the rhythm.

The fighters who had been locked in combat froze for an instant, then their glowing green eyes turned toward the action team.

"…"

The oppressive silence sent a chill down the officers' spines.

Then the killers charged.

Their speed was unnatural. In a single stride, they closed the distance to less than ten meters.

"Come on! Fight me! Prove I'm the strongest!"

One of them roared as he kicked at a riot shield.

"Huh?"

The shield bearer barely had time to react before his arms were twisted like rags.

A tearing pain surged through him.

"Aaaah!"

The miserable scream snapped the others out of their shock.

Those in the back instantly raised their rifles and opened fire.

The battle had begun.

"…The corruption is quite severe."

Ren watched from a distance, noting how the guards had become so frenzied. He knew it was due to the contamination of the Chaos Sea.

Corruption from polluted power made the infected excel at combat. Each act of killing worsened the corruption, drawing out more power from within.

Judging by their strength, these men were equivalent to Sequence 9 on the Warrior Path.

No wonder people said depravity made you three times stronger.

Falling meant removing all the body's limiters, squeezing out every drop of potential for this single fight.

After confirming this, Ren sighed to himself.

Am I just adding fuel to the fire for both the Crows and the police?

But he felt innocent. His only intention was to give the Metropolitan Police Department a glimpse of what kind of drug the Crows had been developing.

Who could have guessed helping Akemi rescue her sister would lead to such a twist?

Still, it was only a small twist.

No matter how corrupted they were, at most they could reach the level of Sequence 9 Warriors.

But against heavily armed police officers, once gunfire began, things would become clear.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Just as Ren expected, a barrage of rifle fire thundered in the air.

He wasn't surprised. When facing enemies who no longer resembled humans, the only option was not close combat but overwhelming firepower.

Even mid-sequence Beyonders would be forced back under such concentrated heat.

But these corrupted killers, akin to Sequence 9 Beyonders, were not easy opponents.

Bullets tore through them, yet they charged on with twisted grins, looking like demons out of hell.

One took a bullet through the chest and still rushed forward.

The action team had about forty men. The first ten carried riot shields, while the remaining thirty wielded assault rifles, giving them heavy firepower.

But facing thirteen crazed opponents who didn't even fear bullets…

The shield bearers all collapsed, arms broken. Two were impaled and on the verge of death.

The thirty shooters behind had also taken heavy losses despite opening fire quickly. Over twenty had broken limbs. Five were shot in the head. Almost none of them remained uninjured.

The team was completely crippled.

Of course, all thirteen lunatics were eliminated.

But the result could not be called a victory. It was closer to a devastating defeat.

"Cough…"

The captain's right arm hung uselessly as he struggled to lift his communicator with his left.

"Report! We were attacked by a group of maniacs. All of us are injured, many seriously. Request immediate rescue!"

Understood. Support is on the way. Stay conscious!

Stay conscious… The captain looked at the battlefield, his mind on the verge of collapse.

A group of lunatics who had been killing each other had nearly wiped out his heavily armed squad.

It was absurd.

Such a tragic scene was hard to accept, especially when he realized their opponents had been only thirteen people, fighting with fists and feet instead of guns.

(To be continued.)