Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 295 – Breeding Farm

One thousand meters underground.

Inside the conference room.

The digital clock on the wall ticked past the final second. Exactly three hours had passed.

“Huu…”

The old man let out a long, foul breath and waved his hand wearily.

“It seems it’s gone.”

“Really gone?”

The bald, burly man still found it hard to believe, staring cautiously at the screen.

“There’s been no movement for three hours, and the energy detectors haven’t picked up anything either.” The old man picked up the teacup on the table. Although the tea had long gone cold, he still took a sip to moisten his chapped lips.

“Start it up.”

“Activate the primary circulation system first. We need to get some new air in here, or we’ll run out of oxygen.”

“Yes, sir!”

The middle-aged woman immediately pressed the activation button.

With the command given, the underground base, which had been silent for three hours, began to operate once more.

The massive exhaust fans slowly started to turn, emitting a low hum.

The stale air that had been trapped for so long was forcibly squeezed out through the exhaust pipes hidden in the crevices of the rock.

At the same time, fresh air from the outside was drawn in.

Watching the data on the screen gradually return to normal, everyone’s anxious hearts finally settled completely.

“That damn monster!”

The bald, burly man slammed his fist on the table. A bit of color returned to his face, and a venomous hatred glinted in his eyes.

“Once we complete the Dragon Clan’s plan, we have to round up all those old geezers in the capital and throw them into a pile of Zombies!”

“And that monster!”

“Just give me enough time, and level seven… Hmph, I can even reach level eight!”

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The old man said nothing, merely rolling the jade-like walnuts in his hand in silence.

The crisis was over.

But the feeling of unease in his heart refused to dissipate.

Was it really… over so easily?

…

On the surface.

Lin Fan’s figure moved like a phantom. Following the faint fluctuation in the airflow, she instantly teleported to the base of a cliff a hundred meters away.

This was a leeward slope.

Several huge rocks were stacked in a picturesque arrangement, looking like a masterpiece of nature with no trace of artificial carving.

The surfaces of the rocks were even covered with a thick layer of ice and snow.

To the naked eye, it was just an ordinary pile of rubble.

Scanned with Mental Strength, it was just a slightly denser stone.

But at this very moment.

Lin Fan was crouching in front of an inconspicuous gray rock, a playful smile on her face.

She extended a finger and placed it gently on a fine crack in the rock.

There.

A stream of warm, foul air was silently gushing out.

Warm air.

This was a sign of life.

It was also mixed with the faint smell of machine oil, and… the aroma of tea leaves.

“You’ve hidden yourselves really well.”

Lin Fan praised.

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This so-called rock was nothing but a high-tech disguise.

Its material could perfectly shield against Mental Strength detection, and the simulation of its surface texture and temperature was done to the extreme.

If the exhaust system hadn’t been activated, she could have pressed her nose against it and not smelled anything unusual.

But now.

The fox had shown its tail.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

Lin Fan extended her finger and tapped the rock lightly three times.

The crisp sound dissipated in the wind.

There was no response.

“How rude.”

Lin Fan stood up and dusted off her hands.

She looked down at the seemingly indestructible frozen earth beneath her feet, the corner of her mouth curling into a demonic arc.

Now that she had found the air vent, this sturdy turtle shell was no different from paper-mâché in front of her.

“Click.”

The faint sound of metal engaging was almost negligible in the howling winds of the Kunlun Mountains’ hinterland.

Lin Fan retracted her finger, watching as the seamlessly disguised rock slowly split open like petals, revealing a pitch-black alloy pipe behind it.

A wave of hot air carrying the smell of machine oil rushed out to meet her.

“Tsk, it’s even temperature-controlled.”

Lin Fan pursed her lips and stepped inside.

If an engineer from the old era were to see the sight before her, their jaw would probably drop.

It was a massive vertical shaft, a full five meters in diameter, leading straight down.

The walls of the shaft were lined with silvery-white sound-absorbing material, and every few dozen meters, there was a scanning grid of eerie blue lasers.

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“Zzt… zzt…”

Lin Fan’s figure passed through the first laser grid without any obstruction.

The high-energy lasers, capable of instantly dicing any flesh and blood into pieces, caused no ripples when they came into contact with the Mental Barrier covering Lin Fan’s “Ghost”—it was like light passing through transparent glass.

Not even the alarm system was triggered.

“These old geezers are quite vigilant.”

Like a feather, Lin Fan floated slowly down the shaft.

One thousand meters.

That was no small number.

During her descent, Lin Fan even saw densely packed weapon systems embedded in the shaft walls.

Auto-cannons, high-voltage electric grids…

This wasn’t a ventilation duct; it was a death tunnel lined with fangs.

If one were to force their way through, even a level four would lose a layer of skin over this one-thousand-meter distance.

But now…

Lin Fan flipped over in mid-air, adjusted her position, and looked at the giant fan blades getting closer and closer below her.

That was the main exhaust fan.

Each blade was the size of a truck, rotating at a speed that seemed slow but was in fact terrifying, churning the foul air from underground.

“Whoosh—”

Lin Fan accelerated, passing directly through the gaps between the alloy fan blades.

The view before her suddenly opened up.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Lin Fan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when she saw the scene clearly.

“Whoa…”

It was a colossal underground space.

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Or rather, it was an underground city built within a hollowed-out mountain.

It was at least two hundred meters high, and the dome was hung with artificial light sources that simulated natural light, illuminating the entire underground space as if it were daytime.

Countless steel walkways crisscrossed like a spider’s web, connecting honeycomb-like independent chambers.

And at the very bottom was a massive plaza.

There was none of the chaos and noise she had imagined.

The place was eerily quiet.

Thousands of personnel in uniform gray outfits were busy at their posts like worker ants.

They transported supplies, calibrated equipment, and patrolled on guard duty.

Every one of their movements was as standardized as a textbook template—precise, efficient, yet lacking one thing.

Life.

Lin Fan landed lightly on a high-altitude maintenance walkway and looked down at this group of “people.”

Her Mental Strength spread out like flowing mercury.

“As I thought…”

The smile in Lin Fan’s eyes gradually turned cold.

This wasn’t some survivor base.

This was a giant human farm.

It was even more disgusting than the Dragon Clan’s farms.

The soldiers below, both men and women, had dull, gray eyes. Their pupils were dilated and unfocused.

In Lin Fan’s perception, their brainwave reactions were like a pool of stagnant water, only showing a mechanical ripple when they received a specific command.

This explained why the mutated soldiers in Chuanxi had suddenly become so berserk.

These bastards from the Federation, for the sake of so-called “human continuation,” had turned their soldiers into controlled puppets.

“How truly… righteous of them.”