‘It’s today……!’
Today was the “promised” day.
The Manumission Research Center’s director sprinted down the corridor in a panic.
He passed the isolation room, the cold-storage warehouse, even the empty central control room, and entered his private lab.
Outside, where the security system had activated, emergency beacons were blaring. A recorded machine voice repeatedly announced an intruder alert.
The director laughed, his shoulders trembling.
This much was all within the picture he had anticipated.
Whether it was the Association or the nation’s dogs.
There was every chance bloodhounds would catch the scent and give chase. Of course, it was a little faster than he’d expected, but…….
‘Too late.’
He burst into laughter like a madman.
No—maybe he really had gone mad. Chuckling, he opened the safe.
A stack of documents slipped free, shaken loose by his quivering arms. With a curse, the director collapsed and swept them together.
Research data from the past six years.
Treasures containing his entire…