Chapter 1 The Truth

It was late at night, but no one at the Umbrella Corporation was resting.

Everyone was busy working on this incredibly powerful super-human.

"Boss… there's something very important." The head of research walked over, his expression grave. "We've discovered that his genes cannot be replicated like the previous super-humans. His genes seem more complex. With the world's current technology, we can't clone him!"

Bai Changyun's expression didn't turn ugly because of this. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"The more it's like this, the more it proves his value and power…"

Seeing this, the head of research said again, "After testing, we found that his abilities are far more than just attacking brains and electrical appliances… he can even read the images in other people's minds, albeit simple ones."

Bai Changyun raised his eyebrows slightly. "Read memories?"

"That's right." The head of research nodded and said, "Although the first time we read only a rudimentary image, we are conducting a second reading experiment…"

"Who did you have him read the brain of?" Bai Changyun suddenly asked.

"One of the researchers in our research center," the head of research said.

"Idiot!" Bai Changyun's expression suddenly changed, and he scolded angrily, "The people in the research center know the real situation of the drug experiments. In this way, wouldn't he know that what he's doing isn't a drug experiment, but…"

The head of research's face also changed.

Bai Changyun strode toward the research area.

Although Gandhi would eventually know the truth about the drug experiments, Bai Changyun was confident that he could make him wallow in the Umbrella Corporation's sugar-coated bullets during this period. After a while, he would slowly reveal the truth to him. With a buffer, he believed that Gandhi would not cause any riots.

Bai Changyun was very experienced and skilled in how to corrupt people's will and hatred.

But now it was too sudden!

What would happen if Gandhi knew the truth tonight?

Bai Changyun strode into the research area.

He saw Gandhi standing in the center of the huge research room, his face twisted with madness, his whole body trembling.

Several researchers were bleeding from their mouths and noses, hiding in the corners of the research room in extreme horror.

Seeing Bai Changyun walk in, Gandhi suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with the deepest hatred, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "That's not a drug experiment… you are more evil than devils!"

The research hall had real-time translation software, which was not damaged at this time, and clearly transmitted Gandhi's words into Bai Changyun's ears.

Bai Changyun's heart sank, but his emotions remained stable: "I hope you can calm down."

"You killed thousands, tens of thousands of people! They are all my compatriots…" Gandhi's eyes were bloodshot, as if he couldn't wait to rush up and beat Bai Changyun to death.

Shua!

More than a dozen guards directly raised their guns, aiming at Gandhi's head and heart.

"Figure it out, what era is this? You are abandoned refugees. Even if our people didn't come, you wouldn't live long." Bai Changyun waved his hand to the people beside him, signaling them to put down their weapons: "And in this Apocalyptic Super Farm, even parents and siblings can betray each other, just for a mouthful of food! What do your compatriots, whose names you can't even remember, amount to?"

"You are a lucky person favored by God, destined to be different from those people! Their corpses are just to build you a ladder to heaven!"

"You are one in a million!"

"You are the most special person!"

"Are you going to give up your one-in-a-million luck now, for the so-called compatriots, the ridiculous morality, and give up the glory and wealth that you are about to get?"

"The dead are already dead. What you have to do now is only consider yourself!"

"You have crossed the narrow bridge of nine deaths and one life. Don't you want to see the rewards you are about to receive?"

Bai Changyun's words seemed to have some magical power, making Gandhi's eyes gradually lose their sharp aggressiveness.

Pa pa!

Bai Changyun clapped his hands lightly.

The door of the research room was opened again.

Several women walked in, making the entire research room incomparably ambiguous.

They were EU people, Yan Huang people, Russian people, and North Korean people. Each of them was extremely plump and tall, wearing very revealing clothes, and looked extremely seductive.

Each of them was holding a golden tray, which contained red wine, steak, precious fruits, a lot of gold jewelry, and a sharp-looking gun.

The things Bai Changyun gave to Gandhi brought together beauties, delicacies, money, and power.

These were things that no man could refuse.

"Now there are two paths in front of you… one is to abandon everything in front of you for your so-called compatriots and morality, and start a war with us!"

"The other is much simpler. Reach out and take what is in front of you. These are all yours! And you will get more in the future!"

Gandhi's Adam's apple moved up and down.

He had just wanted to kill Bai Changyun with extremely intensity, but for some reason, he was now weak.

Bai Changyun waved his hand, and the women walked towards Gandhi with smiles.

The red wine was mellow, the fruit was sweet…

However, more attractive than these delicacies were the beauties.

Fair skin and slender legs intersected in front of Gandhi, plunging his mind into chaos.

Pa!

A beauty directly pushed Gandhi down, sat on his lower abdomen, and fed him red wine mouth-to-mouth.

The bright red wine flowed out of her even redder lips and into Gandhi's mouth. He only felt an unprecedented strange feeling rushing into his mind, and in an instant, it was as if he was in a fairyland.

Suddenly, Gandhi grabbed the wrist of the girl sitting on his waist, looked at it for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Are you… a Kshatriya?"

Kshatriya was a race in ancient India, with a very high level, mainly composed of royal families, nobles and gentry, belonging to higher people.

The Shudra to which Gandhi belonged was the lowest race, and they could only be used as the lowest servants on weekdays!

"Yes." The girl nodded. Her nationality and class could be seen from her skin color and appearance.

A very strange smile appeared on Gandhi's face, like a pervert.