chapter 221 Creator

On the second underground floor of the Special administration bureau, in the laboratory of the Scientific Council, a tall red-haired man stood in front of a broken petri dish and seemed to be thinking about something. The liquid in the petri dish has drained away, and the things that once lived in it are now gone. Questioning from higher-ups was inevitable, but Wu Qin didn't care at all. As the chairman of the Scientific Council, all he had to consider was how to get more experimental data...