As the line was disconnected, the data progress bar on the nearby monitor, which had been rapidly climbing towards ny, came to a sudden halt and ceased to move further.


    Ben''s pupils contracted, his boiling blood as if doused with cold water. He lifted his head, only then noticing the girl on the bed had awakened.


    Had his drugsted only half an hour?


    Narrowing his eyes, Ben twirled the ck ring on his index finger, while his other hand swiftly drew a gun from his waist, pointing it at Mirabe, "I didn''t expect you to wake up so soon."


    Mirabe disregarded the weapon in Ben''s hand, smoothly rolling off the bed tond on her feet, her gaze sweeping over the monitor and once again gathering a murderous intent in her eyes.


    She had always wondered why Ben was interested in her, and now it seemed it was herputational talent disyed in theboratory that had caught his attention.


    Although she hadter tried to hide it, if one were to closely examine the databases she worked on, it would be hard to escape his notice.


    She should have known better and walked away the moment she detected the nauseating scent of chemicals on Ben.


    "You''re bold," Ben spoke again, the dark barrel of the gun still aimed at Mirabe''s chest, not underestimating her despite herck of weapons. "But unfortunately, you''re now in my hands."


    After speaking, Ben''s finger lightly squeezed the trigger, the sound sharply echoing in the vast, enclosed space.


    Mirabe, though pale, spoke with indifference, "Really? I think you''re the one seeking death."


    Ben then stood up from his chair, gun in hand, and stepped towards Mirabe, "Pride needs a foundation. Which do you think is faster, your skills or my bullet?"


    Mirabe stood still, watching Ben approach, the dark muzzle of his gun


    approssing against her forehead,


    yet she remained as calm asof it were merely a toy gun aimed at her.


    Ben, observing Mirabe''s utterck of fear, smirked with amusement. This girl


    was far more interesting than he had imagined.


    He wondered what kind of circumstances had forged such aposed and unppable demeanor.


    But no matter howposed she was, now that she was in his hands, he would eventually dull her sharpness.


    The two stared silently at each other for a long moment until Ben seemed to recall something. "Oh, I almost forgot. You''ve been quite close with James from the Shepherd family. Are you waiting for him toe?"


    Mirabe''s eyes slightly narrowed, still silent, waiting for Ben to continue.


    "Too bad, you probably won''t be waiting for him any longer." Ben shook his head slightly.


    Judging by the time, that man should have already arrived at the location he had sent him, perhaps already under control by his men.


    Mirabe detected the implication in Ben''s words, her nonchnt demeanor finally showing a slight change, "You dare touch him?"


    Perhaps feeling confident that everything was under his control, Ben openly admitted, "Strictly speaking, your appearance has been a pleasant surprise."


    After all, his original target was indeed a member of the Shepherd family, and this girl happened to be a way to get close to him, an


    nove


    unexpectedly valuable find


    With such a high level of intellectual capability, if he were to take her back to the


    base for research, creating a mutant would no longer be a fantasy.