Who The Hell Are You?
Editor: Henyee Translations
Lin Qiao looked at the zombie dominator in that room, feeling that he was very weak. He had become like a beast, but still lacked strength. Otherwise, how would those metal walls and bulletproof glass possibly trap him?
How did that happen? Was his power restrained by something?
She turned and glanced at those researchers, guessing that they had used some other drugs on that zombie.
Two more hours later, the zombie finally shrank to a corner and stopped moving.
A researcher walked to a device and checked the numbers showing on the screen, then nodded and said, "It's safe now."
After that, the metal boards on the walls rose into the ceiling. A few people in protective suits walked in as they took out syringes and started to take that zombie dominator's blood.