127: Chapter 127 Dr. Su, don't run away, you might be the next one to go berserk.

The server room on the third floor.

The blue light on the screens was flashing crazily.

Liu Qing slid to the floor.

Her thick-rimmed glasses fell to the side.

The entire Tiangong No. 1 convulsed along with her.

The emergency lights in the corridor flickered on and off.

The elevator doors opened and closed frantically, like a broken guillotine.

The four drones on the outer wall, having received no instructions, launched directly into the air.

At the end of the second-floor corridor, two automatic gun turrets extended their barrels, entering a semi-activated locking state.

Captain Han Xue pulled Xiao Li behind her and retreated quickly. "Clear the corridor! Everyone, get against the wall!"

The rabbit emblem on Captain Han Xue's chest rose and fell with her breathing, her voice extremely tense.

In the outer shantytown, a survivor had just poked his head out when the red dot of a gun turret on the wall swept across his forehead.

He dropped to his knees with a thud, his cry for help stuck in his throat.

Tang Qiqi pulled down the physical network disconnection switch.

"This little computer is leaking electricity! Disconnecting the network for the whole zone!"

At the entrance of the server room, Su Xiaonuan entered the password three times in a row, but the red light stayed on.

The access control system had an independent power supply and was completely locked.

Liu Qing's incoherent muttering came from inside.

"I'm leaking air... I'm useless..."

"Don't shut me down... Don't throw me out..."

Su Muxue hurried over, carrying her medical kit.

She glanced at the fingerprint panel flashing wildly on the outer wall of the server room, her expression extremely grim.

Lin Yuan strode to the door.

He raised his right hand, activating his Spatial Ability.

A heavy-duty hydraulic rescue cutter appeared in his hand.

Then, a stream of water forced its way into the gap.

The temperature of the metal door frame plummeted, and the steel became brittle.

Lin Yuan wedged the hydraulic cutter into the gap.

The muscles in his arm bulged violently.

Crack!

The special alloy door was ripped open, leaving a half-meter-wide gap.

Lin Yuan kicked open the deformed door panel and strode into the server room.

Inside the server room, the fans were spinning wildly.

Liu Qing was huddled in the corner, clutching her head tightly with both hands.

All the server chassis around her were emitting shrill beeping sounds.

Su Muxue stepped forward.

"Her body temperature is extremely high, her heart rate is unstable; it's very similar to Qin Yumo's situation last time."

Lin Yuan walked over, reached out, grabbed Liu Qing by the back of her neck, lifted her up, and forcefully pressed her onto the control console.

"Liu Qing."

Lin Yuan's voice was icy. "Look at me. You are not a machine."

Liu Qing's whole body was burning hot.

The blue light in her eyes was like stray electrical currents.

She looked at Lin Yuan.

Someone who usually didn't even dare to speak loudly had her emotional defenses completely collapsed at this moment.

Tears streamed down her face.

"Master... I can't control them... I'm broken."

"Don't throw me away! I can still be fixed! My parents can't be without a house! Housekeeper Su will be disappointed in me... And you will stop wanting me too!"

Lin Yuan leaned down, staring into her eyes.

The sense of oppression was overwhelming.

"I haven't said you're scrapped, so you are not allowed to be broken."

The blue light in Liu Qing's eyes paused for a moment.

"You are my property."

"The machines in this building must all listen to you. Do you understand?"

Liu Qing's body shuddered violently.

In that instant, the blue light in her eyes was held down by an invisible hand.

The chaotic currents began to converge.

She was still trembling, but she gripped Lin Yuan's hem more tightly, as if grabbing onto the only power cable.

"Master..." Her voice trembled.

"Don't leave... I can still be used."

The equipment in the server room was still vibrating slightly.

The environmental stimulation here was too great.

Lin Yuan scooped Liu Qing up by her waist and turned to walk out.

Walking to the door, he glanced at Su Xiaonuan.

"Take over the local area network and cut off all external connection devices."

Su Xiaonuan immediately lowered her head. "Understood. I will pull up the emergency scripts she wrote earlier, start semi-automatic mode, and stabilize the basic operation of the fortress."

The door to the master bedroom was kicked open.

And slammed shut again.

Liu Qing was thrown onto the large bed.

The mania from the genetic recombination was still thrashing inside her, like thousands of needles crazily traveling through her blood vessels.

Only by being close to Lin Yuan would this deadly tearing sensation lessen.

She did not evade.

She crawled over, using her hands and feet, like a fish lacking oxygen, and actively hugged Lin Yuan's waist.

"Master... Help me."

Lin Yuan looked at her flushed cheeks.

The mania brought about by the genetic berserk state needed an outlet.

It could only be calmed by the most primitive over-expenditure.

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The next morning.

Liu Qing woke up.

Her body was weak to the extreme, her throat was so dry and hoarse that she couldn't make a sound, and she didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

But her mind was clearer than ever before.

Liu Qing whispered "Quiet," and the fans, elevators, and gun turrets throughout the building simultaneously returned to order.

The bedroom door was pushed open.

Su Muxue walked in, carrying her medical kit.

Her white coat was spotless.

Lin Yuan frowned: "You could at least knock."

Su Muxue's expression did not change: "In my eyes, you two are no different from two lumps of meat."

"The data records after the genetic berserk state are more important."

She walked to the bedside and opened the vital signs detector.

Her gaze fell on Liu Qing's shoulders and collarbone exposed outside the quilt.

Those deep red marks were extremely eye-catching.

The hand with which Su Muxue held the probe paused for half a second.

She quickly finished checking the data and turned to look at Lin Yuan, who was wearing his boxers and sitting on the sofa smoking.

Su Muxue tried hard to maintain her professional face as a chief physician, but her voice was very low.

"She just awakened, and her physical load has reached its limit."

She looked straight into Lin Yuan's eyes. "You should at least... be more restrained."

Lin Yuan blew a smoke ring and didn't speak.

Liu Qing, on the bed, became anxious instead.

She blushed and explained earnestly in a hoarse voice: "Dr. Su, don't blame Master."

"It was my own request."

"If it weren't for Master saving me, I would have gone crazy."

Liu Qing pulled the quilt up to cover her chin.

"That was treatment, not just... that."

Su Muxue's hand, holding the pen to record, froze in mid-air.

For a moment, she actually didn't know what medical common sense to use to respond to this statement.

Su Muxue suddenly remembered what Lin Yuan had said before.

High-level Awakened Ones would all experience genetic berserk states.

Qin Yumo had experienced it, Lu Yan had experienced it, and now even the quietest Liu Qing had experienced it.

She turned to look at Lin Yuan.

"Lin Yuan."

Su Muxue gripped the handle of the medical kit tightly and asked that key question she had always wanted to ask but dared not.

"Then the Superpower I awaken in the future..."

"What level will it be?"

The room was so quiet that only the faint sound of tobacco burning could be heard.

Lin Yuan crushed the cigarette butt.

He leaned back on the leather sofa, his gaze sweeping unreservedly over the tight curves wrapped under Su Muxue's white coat.

"S-level."

The voice was extremely light.

But it was like a heavy hammer hitting Su Muxue's heart hard.

S-level.

This meant she would also have to experience this kind of genetic berserk state.

Su Muxue's fingertips paused on the edge of her sterile gloves for a second.

In her mind, an image even uncontrollably flashed by: herself lying in the same position, stripped of the white coat that symbolized reason, blushing and begging for Lin Yuan's punishment.

An extreme sense of shame and a fated panic instantly pierced through her defensive line of calmness, which she was so proud of.

"She... her vital signs are stable. Make sure she drinks plenty of hot water."

Su Muxue grabbed the medical kit.

Turned and left.

Her footsteps were twice as fast as when she came.

The door slammed shut.

Liu Qing was huddled in the quilt.

She held onto the edge of the bed, her voice very soft.

"Master."

Lin Yuan turned his head.

A hint of sensible smile appeared on Liu Qing's pure yet numb face.

"When Dr. Su ran away just now... was she thinking..."

"That when she goes berserk in the future, she will also need you to personally suppress her?"