"Alright. It's ti for you to leave." Devon inford the two, handing them a map, "Take the back exit drive for a couple of miles. Follow the map. There you'll find an abandoned helipad. I've set up everything there. Inside the chopper, you'll find another map and details of all my illegal bank accounts. There should be a couple of billions of dollars in those accounts. I've also set a trust fund in your nas for all the trouble. Get on the chopper and leave for the place I've marked on the map. From there you'll board on a private jet that'll take you to Cuba."
Devon continued as the four of them hurried to the exit, "Let think if I am forgetting anything... Right, take this communicator. Don't fire up the chopper until I give you the signal. I have to stall that monster otherwise he'll think I'm the one who's escaping and shoot the chopper down. Understood?"
"Clear," Alex replied as they arrived at the exit.
Devon helped them load the necessary things in the jeep. Everyone got seated comfortably and then headed out into the wilderness. As the gates closed behind him, Devon rubbed his shivering hands together intensely. Staring at the disappearing jeep for the last ti. His heart palpitated as he impatiently ran back towards the control room. All the while thinking a single thing, 'Will they make it in ti?'
The base was deserted. Not a single soul was in sight. Papers, furniture everything was scattered all over the place. If soone was to see the scenario, they'll think that the place was a site of a catastrophe or a zombie outbreak. Devon soon reached the control room and scanned the outside surroundings. Apart from Arnold, only 30-40 people were left standing.
Apart from that... The scene in front of his eyes, almost made him throw up. Devon had witnessed his fair share of gory stuff while experinting with Inhumans. Yet, it was unlike anything he had imagined in his darkest nightmares. When he saw the scene outside, he was stunned. He stood and in absolute shock.
The next mont, the dozen or so n who were standing closest to Arnold began to scream and fell to the ground. Their bodies were almost cut into two, and bright red bloodied water flooded the surface of the ground. The ground had beco a field strewn with the remains of corpses, in heaps of flesh and blood. No re human could've made such a ss out of what once were humans.
Devon was in disbelief and only hoped that what he was seeing was an illusion. He couldn't even imagine what had happened there in his absence. Broken arms and legs, scattered entrails, headless bodies, and severed heads… that's all he could see. He had thought that the dragon was a monster but he was wrong... In Arnold's comparison, the jade dragon was nothing more than a docile puppy. Arnold was the only monster there. No one else.
The situation was getting out of hand. If things were left as they were, Gary wouldn't make it out in ti. Devon was hesitant but he had no choice left. It was sooner than he expected but it was the only way to buy ti for Gary. He pulled a chair, sat in front of a computer and started furiously typing sothing. Imdiately after he was done, the doors leading to the control were sealed shut.
Devon had just unleashed the horrors of his countless failed experints on Arnold. He had been experinting with beast crystals for quite a while now. Nurically speaking, he had conducted well over a thousand experints to research the effects of consumption of beast crystals. Both on humans and monsters. It went without saying, that not all of these experints were successful. Only about 1% of the specins yielded desirable outcos. Which ant that the rest of the experints ended up in failure. These failed specins were put into either chemically induced coma or in cryostasis.
The successful specin had already been sold to various warlords and dictators. But Devon had kept the failed specins with himself. This was his endga.
Thus, he had a force of about 990 uncontrollable monstrosities as the ace up his sleeve. But as said, these 990 or 993 beings to be exact, were uncontrollable. That ant releasing them from their respective pods was a last resort for Devon. This was also the reason why he had shut himself up in the control room. Otherwise, he would've been the first one to die by their hands.
Monts later he could feel the true monsters wreaking havoc in the base while most of them instinctively headed outside as Devon had planned. But even with the new force he had with him, he was sure that Arnold could easily take care of them with the dragon's aide. Hence, he decided to call for more reinforcents. He once again got busy on the computer and type a ssage.
It was an SOS ssage to the Chieftain of Lizardn, Grock. Devon knew no one was a match for Arnold and his dragon but calling Grock in might help him distract Arnold for enough ti for Gary and the other's to escape safely. But by the ti Arnold would be done taking care of the crystal bred monstrosities, the Lizardn and Devon, Gary would've gone far away.
But it seed that fate had different plans. The mont Devon send the ssage to Grock, there was a huge explosion on the outside. However, the explosion occurred far away from the hideout.
Devon imdiately started looking around in hopes of finding out what the hell was going on. It didn't take him long enough to do that either. The aftermath of the explosion could be seen clearly.
A huge mushroom-shaped cloud of flas appeared in the middle of the swamp. Which was imdiately followed by a thick black cloud of smoke. The shockwave generated by the explosion had uprooted anything within 2 kilotres radius of the explosion. Despite being kilotres away from the explosion, even Devon could feel the aftershock. He didn't know what the hell was going on but it soon dawned upon him.
"No... no... NO!" Devon exclaid, thrashing everything in his vicinity.
The area where the explosion took place was right around the lizardman lair, or the one Devon referred to as the main base of Lizardn. It was bad news for him. Since Arnold was here, it ant that the rest of the syndicate had already made their move against the lizardn. Which ant... There was no reinforcent coming to aide him. Not anymore. He was on his own.
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