North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 539 - 313_3

However, this level of tolerance generally depends on individual differences and tends to be relatively stable.

The situation occurring with test subject number 37 was not normal!

Sean became intrigued.

He pondered for a moment. Then, he decisively said, "Since that's the case, keep a close eye on the experimental vessel assigned to test subject number 37. Activate the two failed subjects on the piglet ship. I want to see the limits of test subject number 37's outbreak!"

He seemed somewhat excited.

Many human studies had stalled for a long time. Perhaps just encountering one special test subject could bring about a tremendous breakthrough for the entire experiment.

Sean vividly remembered that three or four years ago, the organization's research also fell into such a predicament. In the end, it was one of the 'Gods' from above who provided a special test subject that resolved the dilemma at the time and led to a breakthrough in the experiment.

Test subject number 37 might also be such a special test subject!

Upon hearing Dr. Sean's order, those below promptly carried out his commands. A moment later, an internal communication reached Dr. Sean's ears: "Dr. Sean, Elder Gabriel is inquiring why you are interfering with his experimental team without authorization."

Sean touched his shiny bald head and sneered. Gabriel had immediately sent a query after Sean issued his instructions, clearly concerned about test subject number 37.

What a pity, Sean mused. He himself was the supreme leader of the entire research project for the Lucifer Game Organization and could intervene in the experimental projects of any of the three groups at will. Gabriel was nothing more than a tool! Why should he bother explaining anything to him?

Sean said coldly, "Check who sent the invitation to test subject number 37, inviting him to take over Gabriel's laboratory!"

Since Gabriel valued test subject number 37 so much, he would definitely not have invited him to join the experiment willingly. It must have been someone causing sabotage from within.

Aside from a few 'Gods' at the top who didn't bother with such matters, the only ones who could do this were the real core members of the organization, like Lucifer.

Sean didn't want to waste time on Gabriel. He decided to simply let these clueless schemers, who were ignorant of the real truth, turn on each other, saving himself the trouble.

The pressure from above was mounting. The development of the God Reagent had also hit a bottleneck.

It was for this reason that those 'Gods' who preferred not to meddle and show themselves had agreed to advance and cover up the major moves of the Lucifer Game Organization.

Only with enough samples was there a chance to break the current impasse—exchanging human lives for progress.

Sean was not young. He, too, hoped the research could achieve another breakthrough. Even if true immortality was unattainable, perhaps it could at least overcome the current flawed stage of research and grant him a few more years of life.

Anyone who interfered would be sent to meet God!

「Elsewhere.」

Under Dr. Sean's orders, the computer in front of Gabriel locked up.

The diminutive Lucifer walked into the laboratory again, smilingly saying, "Gabriel, the higher-ups think you have been too tired lately, so they have decided to let me take over your work. As for you, you can rest now!"

"What?" Gabriel rose abruptly, glaring at the diminutive Lucifer. "Do you really have a death wish?"

Seeing this, Lucifer gave a contemptuous laugh and snapped his fingers. The next moment, the electronic door behind him opened, and two huge armed personnel, resembling silverback gorillas with skull masks and towering over two meters tall, strode up to Gabriel. One on each side, they effortlessly lifted him into the air with their carrot-thick fingers and walked outside.

Facing two non-human products of the laboratory, Gabriel didn't resist, but his dark brown eyes under the pale mask stared deathly at Lucifer, who was mockingly watching him.

Watching Gabriel being dragged away, Lucifer spat, "A half-blood bastard who joined halfway through actually dares to covet my position!"

「Outside the laboratory, in the corridor.」

Gabriel was put down. He walked back to the electronic door, attempting to re-enter.

But the glaring red light told him his access had been downgraded.

Now, he was just an ordinary Elder.

Gabriel stood still, slowly closed his eyes, and after a long while, he finally slowly removed his pale white mask, revealing a face like melting ice cream, with bare gums showing.

He looked like a skeleton climbing up from purgatory; his eyeballs, bulging from their sockets, turned. The ghastly white gums of his fleshless mouth opened and closed as he stared at the heavy iron door, a crazed smile spreading across his face.

To hell with the mission! Lucifer! And Sean! If Dean dies, I'll make you all join him in death!

「Meanwhile.」

On the cruise ship, after an exhaustive search, everyone came back empty-handed.

Those bastards, having anticipated all kinds of situations, made sure Barton and the others couldn't find any usable tools, let alone catch fish from the sea.

There were absolutely no useful tools to be found! Because every place underneath the ship was sealed off with thick alloy doors. The areas they could actually move around in were limited to the deck and the place where they woke up.

Forget about fashioning a radio for help. To eat fish, they would have to risk not being able to get back on board by jumping into the sea. To drink water, they had to pray for rain.

Barton looked at the demoralized people and sighed, saying only, "It's okay if we don't have food, but without enough water, we won't last long. Now, we can only try to dismantle those cameras and the collars around our necks to see if there's a chance for rescue!"

Everyone was no fool. Those perverts, daring to leave them all behind, must have tampered with the cameras and the collars on their necks. But to seek a chance at self-rescue, they had to try!

Barton and the others once again turned their attention to those gaming experts.

There was no other way. Most of these people were homebodies who rarely exercised. As a result, they were either overweight or skinny, making them easy targets.

Faced with another threat, a few of the gaming experts huddled together miserably, looking beseechingly at the other seven athletic experts.

And the seven, as if by mutual agreement, turned their heads away.

They knew that once these expendable players were used up, Barton and his crew would turn their sights on them, but with no food or water available yet, it wasn't going to happen that quickly.

No one feels pain until the fist actually hits their face.

"Why don't you guys pick two people yourselves: one to remove a camera, and another to remove the collar from their neck?" Barton asked with a smile.

This sentence alone made the already panicked team of gaming experts turn their vigilant gazes toward their companions.

Onboard the ship, the atmosphere grew even tenser.