This pharmaceutical company has been under surveillance for a long time, with no major breakthroughs, but there are certainly informants.
Louis Lawrence and another youth, just a few years older, were brought inside by the informant.
Their identities arranged by the higher-ups were perfectly crafted.
Two thugs from the S province black market who survive by illegal street fighting.
During that period, the two were indeed thrown into the black market for some time.
After experiencing the life-and-death ring, the young man was filled with sharp hostility, an aura of defiant and sinister aggression towards everyone.
Before this aura dissipated, the two were sent to Yantai Pharmaceuticals.
Two dark-skinned youths, covered with new and old injuries, bristling with hostility, were taken inside.
They were said to be two kids brought back from S province, skilled, with simple backgrounds, sent inside to work.
S province, an extremely chaotic area, impoverished, bloody, unregulated.
There, street fights often break out over a single loaf of bread.
The two successfully entered the factory, yet did not come into contact with the core.
They were merely on the perimeter, guarding the gates.
The youthful and spirited Louis Lawrence was naturally unwilling to just be a gatekeeper.
Some of those like them guarding the factory had been at that position for three or four years.
But they didn’t have that time; they needed to penetrate deeper into the factory.
After Louis Lawrence risked his life again to protect a minor leader during an escort, the two gained attention and were brought inside the factory.
It was here that they truly saw what a terrifying place this was.
Volunteers who come for money to test drugs are scarce.
But here constantly needed bodies for experiments.
If no one volunteers, yet experiments must be conducted.
Then only special means could be used.
From street wanderers to lone pedestrians...
Louis Lawrence personally witnessed what became of those people tortured by unsuccessful drugs.
A fate worse than death, roughly so.
That place was truly a living hell.
All evils, Louis Lawrence saw them all there.
Louis Lawrence was not in a hurry, knowing he hadn’t reached the core yet, nor acted rashly.
Until later...
He saw someone in the factory.
Someone he couldn’t imagine meeting there.
His gently kind second uncle.
That uncle on a wheelchair, yet radiant and warm.
Louis Lawrence couldn’t understand why his second uncle had any link to such a hellish place.
Especially to be able to enter such a core part.
From that moment, he knew his mission could not proceed.
Yet escaping from this place was harder than ascending to the heavens.
The only ones who completely break free from here are the dead...
...
"Knock knock knock—"
A series of knocks on the door brought back Louis Lawrence’s thoughts, the emotion quickly fading from his eyes.
"Come in."
Elijah pushed open the door, strode in, tossed the file onto the table, and immediately started complaining.
"Boss, I really can’t handle this kind of thing. Three pages of paper; I spent all day yesterday looking and still didn’t understand."
Louis Lawrence gave him a bland glance: "So you want everyone to think that the special assistant I brought in is actually a worthless person who can’t even understand a document?"
Elijah blinked, only then realizing, quickly ran to the door, and shut it.
Turned around and chuckled: "No worries, no worries, there’s no one outside."
"Just received news, Vivian Thornecroft didn’t go to the factory but went to a villa in the suburban garden."