"Nicole, these bats are too weak, no different from ordinary wild beasts."
In the underground laboratory, the rotten-toothed brute Locke stared at a monitor screen turning into static and shook his head with a grin.
Nicole looked emotionlessly at the screen, yet her fingers rapidly manipulated the main control console. Soon, on the monitor, dozens of bat squads changed their flying direction under the lead of a large bat and gathered towards the castle where the monitoring signal had vanished.
"It's okay, we have already mastered the mutant gene of these Mutant Bats, and we can mass-produce them," Nicole said.
"This is boring. Why not let those security guards capture the people in the castle, or I can do it myself." Locke grinned and clenched his fist, full of aggressive posture.
