Mirabe despised the way Ben looked at her at that moment; his greed and madness reminded her of some very unpleasant memories.


    The enclosed space was filled with the ufortable scent of antiseptic, and she had no patience left to listen to him beating around the bush.


    With a flick of her finger, the silver needle she had been holding at her fingertips shot out, grazing Ben''s wrist and causing a sudden sharp pain that made him tremble.


    At that moment, Mirabe''s eyes shed with lethal intent as she swiftly grabbed Ben''s wrist, the one holding the gun, with a quickness that left him no time to react.


    In an instant, the gun was in Mirabe''s hands.


    Ben''s pupils contracted at her agile movements, hardly believing the turn of events, feeling the lingering force on his wrist. "Why aren''t you affected by the drugs?"


    He had injected her with arge dose of a neurological agent, yet she still had the strength to fight back?


    "You must have a drug-resistant physique!" Ben eximed, both shocked and certain.


    Only someone with a resistance to drugs could be immune to them. No wonder she had woken up so quickly.


    High intelligence, unique physique, she perfectly matched the criteria the facility had been searching for years for their experiments.


    Mirabe, twirling the gun she had taken from Ben, did not answer his question but repeated her own, "Did you, touch, Min Yu?"


    Her voice was calm, neither angry nor annoyed, yet it inexplicably sent chills down one''s spine.


    "Even if I did..." Ben''s finger was on a ck ring, but before he could finish his sentence, a gunshot rang out, and a severe pain spread from his shoulder, disbelief on his face as blood gushed from the wound.


    Mirabe, looking at Ben, even though she knew James might not be in danger, was very angry at the moment, "Where is he now?"


    Ben, pressing on his wound, his face clouded, "If you want to know where Jamesis, try shooting here," he pointed at his heart, seemingly fearless, "If I die, he won''t survive either."


    Mirabe, expressionless, had not been emotionally moved by anyone in a long time. Her finger pulled the trigger, "Then you can die."


    As she spoke, the bullet hit Ben''s left wrist, disrupting his nearly sessful sneak attack with the ck ring.


    Ben''s face went pale, not anticipating this girl to be so ruthless, regretting underestimating her.


    Ben stumbled back, retreating to where Lisay unconscious.


    He nced at Lisa, about to make a move, when Mirabe raised the handgun


    again, bang, bang, two shots hit his legs.


    Immediately, Ben uncontrobly knelt on the ground.


    Mirabe approached, the cold barrel of the gun aimed at his temple.


    The sound of the trigger being pulled echoed in his ears, and at that moment, Ben truly felt fear, realizing Mirabe was serious about wanting him dead, no longer daring to


    provoke her with James, hver


    frantically said, "Lisa is my sister, if you kill me, aren''t you afraid of how she''ll feel..."


    He was cut off by Mirabe, "You


    call yourself a brother?" Sheughed


    lightly,paring him to her own brothers, "Don''t insult the term


    ''brother.""


    Ben stiffened.


    Mirabe''s gaze swept over the unconscious Lisa, suddenly lowering her gun,


    "But you should indeed be grateful you''re Lisa''s brother."


    Seeing this, Ben was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Mirabe pulling out another needle.