Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1516

Maintain its viability? Pre-ordered by a buyer?

These phrases caused a subtle shift in Serena's gaze.

It was exactly as she suspected.

Project Zero-Transit had brought her here for the Semi-Finished Assets Grandpa Grant had warned her about.

The replicable Semi-Finished Assets.

She hadn't expected to come into contact with her primary objective so soon after boarding the ship.

Director Silas Kaelen raised a hand, signaling the security detail to open the door.

Before the heavy steel panels parted, he looked at Serena with a somber expression. "Miss Serena, whatever you see next, I expect absolute discretion."

"Even the buyers don't have the clearance to know the exact status of the Sentient Cargo."

Holding her medical kit, Serena's expression remained indifferent. "I have no interest in your secrets."

"As you know, my only concern is whether you can afford my price."

The smile on Silas's face deepened with satisfaction.

They had chosen The Panacea not just for her unparalleled skills, but for a more crucial reason.

She was greedy.

She was entirely motivated by money.

People like her were much easier to control than doctors burdened by pesky morals.

As long as the price was right, she wouldn't ask questions or meddle in their affairs.

Silas entered a complex sequence into the keypad beside the door.

A mechanical female voice echoed in the corridor. "The Bio-Asset Processing Sanctum, temporary access granted."

"Clearance verified."

"Warning. Unauthorized personnel strictly prohibited."

"Warning. Sentient Cargo is currently unstable."

With a heavy click, the thick metal doors slowly slid open.

A man was chained to the steel table.

His body mass was nearly twice that of a normal adult male, his muscles bulging and distorting his frame.

His skin was a sickly, ashen grey.

Thick, dark veins protruded from his neck, chest, and arms, pulsing as if something sinister was slithering beneath the surface.

Heavy metal restraints locked down his wrists, ankles, waist, and throat.

Even so, every time he thrashed, the entire heavy-duty table shook violently, emitting a horrific metallic screech.

The Obsidian Augment arched his back violently.

The reinforced straps pulled taut, warping under the immense pressure.

An underground doctor stepped back, his face pale. "We can't hold him! The rejection reaction has reached his central nervous system. He's going to self-destruct!"

He snapped his head toward a pharmacist. "Push more inhibitors! Hit him again!"

The pharmacist shook his head, terrified. "The sedatives are maxed out! If I push another dose, his heart will stop first!"