Lu Zi Zhen walked, with his weapon raised, pointing forward for immediate shooting in case of danger, he was checking every five meters with thermal and infrared.
Halfway through, they found discarded gloves and syringes and a chemical stench lingered in the air.
Lu Zhi Hao picked one up with tweezers, checking them out, "Experimental nerve agents," he murmured, "They have been using this tunnel for transfers, I think..."
"Look at this," One of the Hawk men pressed a wall panel. A faint click, and a sliding slab revealed a storage alcove packed with unmarked boxes.
Inside were vials. Crates of them.
"Mom," Zi Zhen said through the comms, "You will want to see the serial numbers of these."
Wan Ruyi zoomed in through his body cam feed and froze for a moment, "Those are my codes. These were made under Professor Mo's prototype system. He's still using my original formulas… damn that man!"
Her voice was shaking now with anger and frustration.
