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Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 228
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Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar Chapter 228 Gene experiments

In Texas.

At a laboratory.

This place was surrounded by the electric net with a group of mercenaries with weapons were

patrolling around.

A fair skinned man from Britain was talking to the commander of the mercenaries in the language of

Texas. “Why haven’t your men come back yet? Is there anything wrong?”

The commander replied, “Don’t you worry, Dr. Anderson. All my mercenaries are top killers of all. It’s

just a piece of cake for them to kill a few reporters from the US.”

“Don’t take it lightly. Now we are conducting the most critical part of the experiment. You shall ask for it

if there is any careless mistake.”

“Take it easy, there’s no need to worry…”

Boom!

Before he could finish his words, a ray of penetrating light darted towards them from afar, tearing open

a wide gap on the electric net beside them.

What the fuck? That light almost hit his head!

A mercenary ran over, panting for breath. “Sir, someone broke into our lab base!” He reported.

“Who is it?”

The commander’s face dimmed. Someone broke in right after he had reassured Dr. Anderson that

everything was alright? How ridiculous!

The mercenary replied, “It’s… It’s the Oracle King of the US!”

“What???”

The commander’s eyes went as wide as saucers and his hands couldn’t help shaking. “How could that

be? What did he break into my lab for?”

He rushed out of the lab in disbelief.

He couldn’t see clearly as the wind stirred up a lot of dust which thickened into many clouds and

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blurred his view. Only

intensive exchanges of gunfire could be heard. The bullets were as dense as an endless drizzle. In the

rain of gunfire, two figures were rushing toward the commander.

One of them was Linen.

As for another man…

He was wearing a mask.

It was a dragon–shaped mask that was frightening enough to intimidate all the powerful martial artists

in the world.

He was the King of Oracle.

“Damn it! The King of Oracle is there! Turn off all the equipment! Everyone, go to the underground lab!”

The fair–skinned man was also panicked when seeing the dragon–shaped mask. He rushed back to

the lab and evacuated the researcher who were doing experiments and led them to subterranean to

seek shelter.

There was no one left in the lab.

Only countless transparent experiment cabins, in which some naked men were placed.

Most of them were from the US.

There were also several martial artists from Texas.

They had been injected with a kind of genetic medicine and were experiencing some changes in their

bodies.

They had no idea what was happening outside.

They were left in the cabins as those researchers were busy running for their lives and had no time to

care about them.

At this moment.

Outside the lab.

It was a desperate struggle.

As two figures weaved their way in the rain of bullets, more and more mercenaries fell.

Their cutting edge weapons caused no harm to their opponents.

John only took Linen with him.

In fact, with his power, he could annihilate this mercenary organization in the blink of an eye. The

reason he brought Linen here was that he could serve as a translator.

Destroying the lab wasn’t his ultimate goal.

The upper leaders of Texas must be aware of what the lab was doing, this was for sure.

It didn’t take long before John wiped out all the mercenaries,

None of them escaped.

The commander was no exception. The moment he was outside the lab he was cut in half by an

unseen knife that was made out of John’s vital energy.

No one knew the limits of the King of Horizon’s bizarre and horrific power.

After a fierce fight, John’s was not stained with mud and blood. He came into the lab and frowned at

what he saw there.

Bang!

All of a sudden.

A muffled sound burst out from a cabin in which a martial artist from Texas was placed. The man’s

body instantly melted into a pool of blood mist and dyed the entire laboratory bright red.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After him, the same situation happened to several other people in the cabin: they all exploded.

“Your Highness, they are doing genetic experiments!” Seeing this, Linen said in a serious tone.

With a stern look, John said coldly, “It seems that Texas has been living a very comfortable life recently

to the extent that they even forgot what they should do and should not. Destroy the lab base and then

come with me to see the of Texas.”

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Every country had their own martial artists from which those in the US were the most powerful.

Especially, the Oracle carried a lot of weight, on one in the world dared defy its authority.

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They blamed all this on genes.

They thought they might be able to create a top–level martial artist if they extracted the genes of the

people of the US and integrate them into the bodies of their own martial artist.

That was why the lab was established.

However, everything was still in the experiment stage.

It was extremely difficult to achieve gene fusion alone, as for whether this experiment would succeed,

this was latter.

Boom!

Just as John was thinking, he heard another loud sound coming from a cabin and then a martial artist

from Texas popped out from it.

He was all naked with his hair shaved.

“Hahaha! I’m done! My genetic modification is successful!”

This marital artist had no idea what was going on outside. He rushed out of the cabin, laughed loudly

and spoke the language of Texas.

Then he sensed something shady.

He stopped laughing.

He looked at the two figures not far away. When he saw clearly who they were, all his blood in his body

seemed to freeze.

“The king of Horizon?”

Before the genetic modification, even the most might martial artists in Texas had just reached the

heaven realm. No one had broken through to the venerable realm. It meant that their martial genes

were indeed inferior to that of the US.

He was the same.

He was in the heaven realm when he had begun to undergo the experience. But now he got out of the

cabin smoothly, reaching the venerable realm.

Although he had broken the shackles of the martial gene of Texas, he was only a nobody when facing

the King of Horizon.

He was now scare to death.