Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

The little broken ball scanned Lin Yan's entire body and then sounded an alarm.

[Target spotted, target locked, now proceed with kill.]

A cold, electronic voice rang in his ears, and Lin Yan's pupils dilated. The next second, the little broken ball shot out a laser beam.

Lin Yan, who managed to dodge in time, saw the charred marks left by the laser on the ground and was filled with "Holy crap!"

Playing this hard?

Next, Little Broken Ball will tell him that he can be even more ruthless.

Under the laser barrage from the little broken ball, Lin Yan fled in a sorry state. If it weren't for his rich experience, he would have been a corpse long ago.

After being discovered several times while trying to evade, Lin Yan cursed and pulled out his pistol, firing several shots at him.

The small ball was hit, and its body wobbled.

Lin Yan was also hit on a small part of his arm by the laser, and the pain made his face turn pale.

Taking advantage of the little broken ball's program malfunction preventing it from locking onto him, it immediately escaped.

When the little broken ball wobbles and flies up again, it can no longer be found. It can only drag its tattered body and wobble back to find its owner.

His back view looked rather pitiful, a stark contrast to his earlier domineering demeanor.

The battle on the other side finally ended, and Sang Ling and the others successfully arrived at the laboratory.

This is Laboratory 303, the third laboratory under Experiment Base No. 3. It is located in the suburbs of Kyoto and is a well-equipped and reputable laboratory.

The researchers who can get into this place are all elites in the scientific research field.

Facial recognition is required to enter the laboratory, and unauthorized personnel cannot enter without the assistance of staff members.

An alarm will be triggered if certification fails, putting the laboratory into a state of alert.

Mu Qing pointed to the facial recognition device at the entrance and explained it to them with a thoughtful and proud attitude.

"This is a product developed by Experiment Base No. 1. There are only five in the world, and our laboratory has one."

The disheveled group: ...

I know you're arrogant, but could you please stop being so arrogant and open the door?

Mu Qing carried the box and entered the laboratory first, followed closely by Captain Chen, who was supporting the injured guard, and Song Chuyi.

Fu Zhirang led Sang Ling at the back.

As Sang Ling entered the gate, the facial recognition device scanned one of her eyes, but the device, which should have sounded an alarm, remained silent.

Six words also appeared on the screen.

But no one saw it.

Once inside the laboratory, everyone fully experienced its cold and impersonal atmosphere.

All the staff inside were wearing uniforms and were busy with their own tasks. All around were cold, impersonal instruments and cold, impersonal colleagues.

Even when Sang Ling and the others went in, they only glanced at them twice, but Mu Qing next to them caused some emotional fluctuations.

"Professor Mu."

Mu Qingze seems to be very popular here, and everyone greets him warmly.

All he had to do was nod coolly.

Mu Qing then led them to the lounge and had a doctor called to treat their injuries.

In the gunfight just now, apart from the guard who was injured at the beginning, the others were also injured to varying degrees, except for Sang Ling, who was being protected in Fu Zhirang's arms.

He then needs to hand the reagents over to the head of the laboratory.

Fu Zhirang only suffered some scratches, which were not serious, but Sang Ling was heartbroken.

Holding her long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles, Sang Ling stared longingly at the bloody abrasions on the back of her hand, pouting as if she herself was injured and heartbroken.

"Does it hurt?" Sang Ling asked softly, holding Fu Jiaojiao's hand.

Song Chuyi, whose injuries were even more severe than Fu Zhirang's: Why don't you ask me if I'm in pain?

Seeing how much she cared for him, Fu Zhirang's lips curled up slightly. He didn't seem to feel anything, but he still spoke.

"Yeah, it hurts."

Sure enough, the girl's heartache was almost palpable.

"Whoosh it and the pain will go away."

Sang Ling gently blew on the back of Fu Jiaojiao's hand.

The light, feather-like touch on the back of his hand made Fu Zhirang's heart tremble slightly, and he gazed deeply at the little girl.

If it weren't for the fact that there were other people around, he would have loved to hug her and kiss her hard.

This is his little girl; all he sees is his little girl.

When the doctor came to clean Fu Zhirang's wound, Sang Ling looked even more nervous than him, her lips tightly pressed together, staring intently at the doctor.

(each one) stares~

The doctors were so intimidated by the presence of the monitors that they dared not make a move.

Fu Zhirang chuckled helplessly, pulled the little girl to sit on his lap, gently covered her eyes with his uninjured hand, and coaxed her softly, "Be good, don't look."

"It will be over soon. You can open your eyes when you count to ten."

Afraid of accidentally hurting the fragile Jiao Jiao, Sang Ling did not struggle, but obediently counted.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, is that enough?" Sang Ling asked sincerely after counting to ten in three seconds.

Fu Zhirang, who had just started the doctor's work: ...

Fu Zhirang smiled, his handsome features full of doting and indulgence, and continued to coax the little girl while covering her eyes.

"Sweetie, count again, but slowly."

"What a hassle," Sang Ling complained coquettishly.

"Yes, it's all my fault. You've worked so hard, baby." Fu Zhirang looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of love and tenderness.

Song Chuyi, who was injured and then fed a bowl of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection): Oh, poor baby!

As Sang Ling counted down, the doctor swiftly finished treating the wound and made his departure.

When Mu Qingze returned, he brought someone with him.

The old man in the white coat had white hair but was full of energy.

"This is Dr. Qi, the head of Laboratory 303," Mu Qingze introduced.

Dr. Qi smiled at the group and said, "I've already heard what happened from Xiao Mu. Thank you all for your hard work. I've already spoken to the lab's security team."

"They will escort you back in a little while, don't worry."

Dr. Qi has a kind smile and is very gentle; you wouldn't guess he's a national first-class conservation researcher.

He paused for a moment when he saw Sang Ling, and looked at her a couple more times with some confusion.

The goods had already been delivered, so they naturally had no reason to stay any longer, especially since this was an important and confidential location, and they couldn't linger here any longer.

After the group got into the escort vehicle and left, Dr. Qi lingered in the distance for a long time.

"Teacher, what's wrong?" Mu Qingze asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Dr. Qi shook his head. "I just feel like I've seen her somewhere before. It's strange, where have I seen her before?"

Hearing his mentor's words, Mu Qing was also puzzled.

Dr. Qi rarely leaves the lab, at most going to the base. How could he possibly know Sang Ling, who has never even been to the lab?

He must have admitted his mistake.

Sitting in the car, Sang Ling was looking out the window with worry, wondering what to feed Jiao Jiao to help her recover when she got back.