Ouyang Donghe led his men and quickly rushed to the Yinshan Laboratory.
It was already past midnight.
The dark night enveloped the area of Lijing Island. Yinshan was located on the westernmost side of Lijing Island, like a man-eating beast lurking.
"Have you contacted Professor Zhang yet!"
"Speak!"
On the road, Ouyang Donghe roared at his subordinate.
The subordinate held his phone tightly, his eyes fixed on the screen, cold sweat breaking out. "No... no contact with Professor Zhang..."
Ouyang Donghe felt a growing unease, but he couldn't pinpoint the feeling.
He then asked another subordinate, "Have you found any trace of Ouyang Gong? Who sent people to pick him up?"
The subordinate shook his head. "No news yet."
Cold sweat began to trickle down Ouyang Donghe's face. His dark eyes stared into the boundless distance, and he let out a heavy sigh.
The mountain road was steep and rugged, making the car's interior unstable.
But fortunately, the distance was not far, and they soon reached the entrance of the Yinshan Laboratory.
The laboratory entrance was a very inconspicuous cave. Outside the cave, there were even many weeds and trees. A few steps inside, one would see a stone door.
The founder of the X organization chose this place precisely because of its geographical location.
It was at the oblique intersection of Yinshan and another mountain range.
The view was excellent, yet it was easy to defend and difficult to attack, making it a very hidden place. Even if someone wanted to sabotage the laboratory, they would be discovered in advance and eliminated.
Even Ouyang Zhenfeng had suffered a lot during his time cleaning up the organization's remnants because of this.
"Master, we've arrived."
Ouyang Donghe walked forward with a cold expression and knocked a few times on the dark stone wall.
With a rumble, a square recess appeared on the wall.
A high-tech intelligent fingerprint lock was embedded in the recess. Ouyang Donghe placed his hand on it, and the fingerprint was quickly recognized. The stone door boomed open.
Immediately after, the second and third iron doors also opened.
Ouyang Donghe stormed in with his men. As soon as he entered, he grabbed a person in a white coat.
"Where is Professor Zhang?"
The person in white was clearly a puppet. They looked somewhat vacant and, recognizing Ouyang Donghe's authority, blankly pointed in a direction. "The main conference room."
"Did something happen in the laboratory?" Ouyang Donghe narrowed his eyes and asked.
The person in white shook their head.
"Trash!"
Ouyang Donghe snorted coldly and strode towards the main conference room.
Suddenly, several figures emerged from ahead. They were all core technical personnel of the laboratory, their faces filled with fear and panic, their steps faltering.
"Zhao Tong, Yang Xi, where is Professor Zhang?"
Ouyang Donghe looked at these people and felt something was amiss.
He asked two of the older and more senior doctors. Both of them, along with the others, looked at him with a strange expression.
"Why aren't you speaking? What's gotten into you? Are you trying to rebel?!"
Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted from behind him. He then realized that dozens of people in white coats were staring at him intently.
These were all puppets, and at this moment, they were all facing him!
It seemed like hostility!
Something was wrong, terribly wrong. This place was nothing like it used to be!
Ouyang Donghe's face darkened. He roared at the core technical personnel, "Are you really going to rebel? Fine, very good..."
Saying that, he intended to turn and leave, but those in white coats kept staring at him.
"In that case, attack!"
Ouyang Donghe ordered his men. Immediately, they all raised their guns and aimed at the people in white ahead.
Just as they were about to fire, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Second Master, is it really wise to be so aggressive towards your own people?"
Ouyang Donghe looked up sharply. Upon seeing the person, his eyes contracted violently, clearly in disbelief.
It was him!
Ouyang Gong!