Johnson frowned slightly, pulled over by the mercenaries, and quickly saw a forcibly broken secret door. Behind the door was a pungent smell mixed with blood and disinfectant, nauseating.
He took the lead in stepping through the door, and the scene before him instantly froze him in place, causing the spiritual energy around him to ripple involuntarily.
This was a massive human operating room, illuminated by cold incandescent lights which lit every sinister corner, with dozens of metal operating tables neatly arranged, each bearing a person clinging to life.
Some had cold machine needles inserted into their necks, with dark red blood slowly flowing through tubes into nearby glass containers, the blood in the containers already full and glimmering with an eerie sheen.
