The briefcase was slowly opened by Zhang Beixing.
At the same time, as Zhang Beixing unzipped the briefcase, Sim's gaze gradually turned to despair.
Bit by bit, the light in his eyes dimmed.
Once Zhang Beixing finished looking through the contents of the briefcase, for him, it would be no different than having been sentenced to death directly.
Within the organization, keeping experimental data and results confidential has always carried great importance.
If anyone dares to leak confidential information from within the organization, regardless of your identity or the reason behind the leak, the organization's leadership won't care about you.
If the information gets leaked, the only outcome awaiting you is death.
Nothing else will be possible.
For Sim, the hand of Zhang Beixing slowly pulling the zipper felt like a guillotine blade descending on the execution platform.
Slowly cutting towards his neck.
