The Tycoon's Odyssey

Chapter 207: 207:Getting The Superhuman Serum

Mac barked orders to his squad. "Secure the area and start analyzing and scanning every inch of this place. We need to know if there are any more traps or hidden exits."

The team immediately sprang into action, searching the corridor and surrounding rooms.

What had once been a chaotic battleground now lay eerily silent, broken only by the hum of the suit's cooling systems and the occasional beeps of scanning equipment.

As Mac followed the team's progress, a voice crackled through his comm.

[Tend to the injured and secure the enemy you shot down. Those who are still alive are to be taken according to the plan.]

[Arjun has escaped.]

"What! How?" Mac screamed, his voice filled with raw anger and frustration. It was the first time he had shown such visible agitation.

[He escaped even before you all even got in. He took a hidden exit. The opening on the other side and data on the passage hadn't been kept in the computer logs. Only a fool would do that.]

[I only found it after picking up a signal a mile away."

"I see..." Mac growled.

The comms crackled with static before another update came through. "We're still searching the area. We'll find out more soon."

Mac's frustration mounted as he moved deeper into the facility.

The interior resembled a grim dungeon, with flickering lights casting long shadows on the walls. The corridor was lined with grotesque corpses scattered around, proof that several deaths had taken place with their necks twisted at unnatural angles.

The air was thick with the stench of death and the metallic tang of blood.

As the squad continued their search, they stumbled upon a series of chilling rooms. One of the squad members, their voice trembling, reported, "We've found what looks like a torture chamber. There are chains, restraints, and... and bloodstains everywhere."

Evan's gaze remained fixed on the central screen that displayed Mac and his squad's progress. The images of the facility which was now a graveyard of twisted bodies and flickering lights, filled him with a cold unease.

"How many casualties?" Evan asked, his voice calm but edged with an undercurrent of concern.

[Eight so far, Sir,] Aurora replied, her eyes still focused on her screen.

Evan's brow furrowed, his face tightening with frustration. He clenched his fist tightly, the muscles in his arm tensing visibly as he processed the number.

The weight of the losses felt quite painful. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady his emotions.

Aurora observed Evan's reaction with a mixture of sympathy and professional detachment. She knew how deeply the losses affected him, even though he rarely showed it. She remained silent, giving him a moment of solitude to gather himself.

When Evan finally opened his eyes again, they were cold and resolute. He straightened up and shook off the momentary lapse in his composure. "We can't afford any more losses," he said, his voice now hardened with determination.

"Aurora, have you collected all the data from the fight?"

[Yes!]

"Then start preparing a combat suit that can help us to take on superhumans. Experiment with every metal and alloy present in this world and if they don't work, create new ones."

"I need the advanced version," Evan's voice was chilling, resolute.

Aurora nodded as she updated the mission parameters.

[Understood. I'll ensure that all resources are redirected to assist the team.]

As they continued monitoring the operation, the screens reflected the grim reality of the situation. The mission was fraught with peril, and the toll it was taking on both the squad and the overarching plan was becoming increasingly evident.

Evan's gaze hardened as he watched Mac's team push through the facility's dangers. The stakes had never been higher, and he knew that every decision made from this point forward would be critical to the success of their objectives and the safety of their operatives.