The warehouse door could be breached by AI patrols at any moment. After closing it, the two quickly ran further inside.

Song Yu: “Give up and hide here to die?”

A banging sound came from the door. Rong Shi ran into the left aisle of shelves, using the boxes on the shelves to evade the AI’s thermal sensors.

“Knowing you’d die, and you still followed me in?”

Song Yu ran into the right aisle, his casual voice tinged with a smile: “How could I not accompany my wife when they’re coming?”

Several laser beams shot through the door, traversing the entire warehouse and blasting several charred holes into the innermost wall.

[The hidden compartment is there. The material of this wall is very special. If it weren’t for the laser breaking through, it wouldn’t have been scanned.]

Rong Shi stopped two meters from the wall, his gaze quickly scanning its surface.

Song Yu ran to his side, vigilantly looking behind him, and whispered: “What are you looking for?”

Rong Shi: “The control panel. There’s a hidden compartment behind this wall.”

They had run for a maximum of five seconds, and the AI patrols had already riddled the door with holes, on the verge of breaking in.

Song Yu gripped the gun in his hand, and they each started searching in different directions.

[Oh no, there’s no entrance here!]

Rong Shi’s eyes darkened slightly. He turned to look at the AIs that had already broken through the door.

No entrance meant that the special material-hidden room was only connected to this one, but wasn’t entered from here.

But he didn’t have time to slowly search for that entrance in other rooms now.

“Old Song.” Rong Shi pointed at the holes blasted into the wall by the laser beams, “Make them concentrate their fire here.”

Song Yu assessed the current situation in his mind, firing at the AIs to draw their firepower, but he cursed: “Easier said than done. Are you going to be the bait?”

Rong Shi dodged a laser beam: “Protecting my wife, as I should.”

Song Yu: “…”

Still arguing even on the brink of death.

They were unyielding with their words, but their actions were surprisingly synchronized. With no other tools at hand, they could only keep moving, using themselves as bait to guide the AI’s firepower.

The metal layer was fifty centimeters thick. Ordinary weapons couldn’t breach it, but hundreds of AIs continuously bombarding it were another matter.

The wall was already charred from the impacts, and the metal layer was severely dented. Before long, a somewhat irregular circular hole was blasted through it.

Bang!

The box Song Yu used for cover was blown apart, medicines scattering everywhere.

In front of laser beams, these things were like tofu.

Boxes were blown apart one after another, and even the shelves couldn’t block the laser beams.

With no cover left, Song Yu squatted in a corner and shouted across to Rong Shi, who was similarly squatting: “You’re a fucking lunatic.”

Without any defensive gear, only relying on these useless shelves and boxes to block laser beams, they had miraculously survived under the concentrated fire of hundreds of AIs until now.

It was a true miracle.

Rong Shi’s expression remained calm throughout. His high-pressure air pellets pierced through all the AI patrols in their path, taking out a dozen or more with a single shot.

“What right do you have to say that when you’re cooperating with me?”

Song Yu cursed under his breath, but his eyes sparkled.

He removed the empty magazine and threw it forcefully at a flying AI patrol, successfully deflecting its laser emitter. The laser beam then fired at its companions, successfully taking out a row.

He quickly reloaded the magazine: “Last 20 rounds!”

“Enough, hide.” Rong Shi slid the slide, further increasing the air pellet’s compression ratio. “Leave the rest to me.”

[Compressed to 30%. Excessive compression will cause a small localized explosion. Please use with caution.]

Rong Shi fired at the closest group. The air pellet hit the middle AI patrol and suddenly exploded, destroying dozens of surrounding AI patrols.

Parts, fragments, and various medicine scraps splattered everywhere, a complete mess.

Song Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Rong Shi, his gaze probing.

That gun, like its owner, hid secrets.

With nowhere to hide, he could only pick up whatever was at hand and throw it, which would at least draw some of the fire.

Rong Shi controlled the situation, maintaining the number of AIs. Too many was dangerous; too few wouldn’t break through the wall.

A few minutes later, the inner metal layer also had a hole over two meters in diameter.

The metal block crashed down, connecting the two rooms.

After destroying the last few AIs, Rong Shi stood up and motioned for Song Yu to follow. They needed to leave quickly before the next wave of AI patrols arrived.

The metal block was resting against the hole, leaving a gap wide enough for an adult to squeeze through.

Song Yu: “Using the enemy’s spear to attack the enemy’s shield. How ruthless.”

Rong Shi: “Why waste existing resources?”

The room behind the metal wall felt like a completely different world from the warehouse.

This space wasn’t as large as the warehouse. On the right were filing cabinets full of archived medical records. On the left were shelves lined with various bottles and jars. In front was an operating console.

It looked like a laboratory and an archive room combined.

[Scanned. No electronic devices found.]

This result was within Rong Shi’s expectations.

The more primitive, the safer. By encasing the entire room in anti-detection material, it could evade electronic detection.

Rong Shi’s gaze swept over the rows of filing cabinets.

The papers in the front row were yellowed and old. Judging by the dates, the earliest records were from thirty years ago.

The closer to the inner rows, the more recent the files were. Rong Shi found records from February and March of this year in the innermost row.

He casually pulled one out, placed it on the console behind him, and quickly found the medical records for Lin Dang and Lin Mo.

They weren’t so much medical records as simple medication records.

Above the names was a code: L783 for Lin Dang and L739 for Lin Mo.

Below were the visit dates, medication details, and remarks.

Lin Mo’s first visit was a year ago, while Lin Dang’s was a month ago.

They were both injected with a substance called SYT7737. Lin Mo came every two months, without fail.

Rong Shi scanned both files, planning to take them back for further study.

The flashlight beam swept across the room. He returned the files to their original places and walked towards Song Yu.

“Any discoveries?”

Song Yu put down a medicine bottle, his voice casual: “I’m not a medical student; I wouldn’t understand any of it.”

Rong Shi’s gaze subtly swept over the medicine bottle next to Song Yu’s hand, then he held up the flashlight and looked at the rows of bottles.

Song Yu stood there watching him: “Why are you really here?”

Rong Shi: “And why are you here?”

Song Yu: “I asked you first.”

Rong Shi picked up a medicine bottle and casually flipped through it: “Just as you don’t trust me, I don’t trust you either. It’s better if we investigate separately.”

“That works,” Song Yu walked in another direction, “Just don’t get in my way.”

The medicine bottles on the shelves were varied and inconsistent. Only codes were affixed to their exteriors; there was no drug information. He searched to the last shelf but found no injectable labeled SYT7737.

A Shocking Revelation

As the light swept across one spot, Rong Shi’s eyes narrowed. He casually took down that bottle of medicine.

This bottle was identical to Mianmian’s, with the hospital’s logo on the bottom right corner of the label. Even the size and color of the pills were the same.

He found an empty medicine container in a cabinet below, poured a few pills into it, and put it in his pocket.

Thud!

The sound of glass breaking suddenly came from behind.

“Old Song?” Rong Shi called out in Song Yu’s direction and quickly walked over.

Song Yu braced himself against the operating console with one hand, pressing his forehead, almost losing his balance. His consciousness was momentarily hazy.

“Don’t come over here.”

Rong Shi’s footsteps paused. He looked at the overturned glass bottle, which had a label marked H506.

Close up, he could smell a faint, sweet scent similar to jasmine.

It smelled less like perfume and more like an omega’s pheromone.

Song Yu leaned on the console, walking back, his voice lower and hoarser than before: “This stuff is strange.”

He had only taken a few steps before almost stumbling.

A pungent, sweet scent of alcohol sharply assaulted Rong Shi’s nostrils, jolting his nerves.

A fleeting image flashed before his eyes. Something deep in his memory seemed to awaken, but the sensation was so fleeting that he couldn’t grasp it.

Song Yu was extremely dizzy. Waves of inexplicable irritation welled up, making him want to punch Rong Shi.

“Get out first, that stuff affects me greatly!”

The smell of alcohol grew more intense. Rong Shi supported his shoulder and walked towards the door.

His terminal swiped past the sensor, and 01’s voice echoed in his mind.

[Door access system bypassed.]

The metal door opened before them.

Outside was a long corridor. Without that scent, Song Yu’s mind cleared considerably.

“You wait here for me.” Rong Shi left him at the door and went back inside.

Song Yu leaned against the wall, his forehead covered in sweat: “Be careful.”

Rong Shi wanted to say he had finally said something sensible, then he heard him add: “If you get affected too, we’ll die here.”

Rong Shi: “…”

Rong Shi: “I won’t.”

Song Yu scoffed: “Don’t be too confident in yourself.”

Alphas don’t go into heat voluntarily, but they can be affected by omega pheromones. During such a sensitive period, any scent of another alpha is a great provocation.

With their fighting prowess, if they truly went crazy, it would be a fight to the death.

“It’s not confidence.” Rong Shi casually picked up a stick. “I’m not repelled by your pheromones.”

Song Yu paused, about to speak, when he suddenly heard a loud crash. He turned around and saw Rong Shi smashing all the glass bottles in that row.

Various floral, fruity, and sweet scents filled the entire room.

Rong Shi walked back and supported him out: “Only knocking over one bottle would be too obvious.”

His terminal swiped across Song Yu’s nape, and 01’s voice sounded.

[Pheromone sample collected.]

Song Yu was a little surprised and joked: “Didn’t realize you cared about me so much.”

Rong Shi looked straight ahead: “You’re my wife. It’s expected.”

His head ached intermittently. Song Yu was too tired to banter, thinking about the medicine in that room, and then about Bunny. He fell silent.

There were no cameras in this corridor.

“Have we met before?” Halfway through, Rong Shi suddenly asked, “Have you been to Lepus Gi880?”

Song Yu answered indifferently: “No.”

His train of thought interrupted, he said irritably: “Your pickup line is too old-fashioned, Brother.”

Rong Shi: “Call me husband.”

Song Yu: “Dream on.”

Reaching the end of the corridor, they heard footsteps. Qin Luo appeared first and immediately ran towards them when he saw them.

“Brother, you scared me to death!”

Qin Luo’s face was pale and covered in sweat. He suddenly saw Rong Shi and exclaimed in surprise: “Why are you here too?”

Rong Shi: “Accompanying my wife.”

Qin Luo: “…” Why haven’t you been beaten to death yet?