Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1621

Sarah knew that Ian couldn't buy too much time. After all, those things were her own creation. She quickly composed herself and retrieved the explosives, distributing them among the small group gathered before her.

"Find some corners, especially near doors, and set the explosives there. But remember to keep your distance from us - the blast from these things is fierce."

It had taken her three years to develop this explosive, which was many times more powerful than standard dynamite.

The ground had already shuddered once. If the explosives were added to the mix, an earthquake and landslide could very well follow soon after.

At that point, the research base would either be blown to the surface or buried forever underground. But there was no choice left. As Ian had pointed out, waiting around was a death sentence.

A few people quickly set off with their explosive-laden backpacks, donning an extra layer of protective gear. With the majority of people in the main hall wearing similar suits, and with Philip's focus fixed on Ian, the big screen continuously displayed Ian's face and his dire situation.

Ian was dodging attacks from Subject 8, managing to avoid them but still looking ragged.

Subject 8's strength was beyond human, fixating on Ian like a predator poised to pounce. Ian had just taken a punch that made every breath a painful effort.

Philip's voice taunted him again, "If you die here, Maja is going to be devastated. My only regret is that she didn't follow you in."

If Maja were here, Philip could've taken them all down in one fell swoop.

Ian ignored him, deftly avoiding Subject 8's assaults. Philip watched with interest, even pouring himself a glass of scotch from a nearby cabinet. The only downside was the bodies lying around, which dampened his spirits.

The control room had everything one could need, a testament to Isaac's influence, something she had always hidden from Philip.

She had never trusted Philip; if it weren't for her feelings for Phil, she would've killed Philip long ago. But she hadn't, because in Phil's eyes, Philip, his family, was everything. And because she hadn't, they were now in this mess.

Ian once again dodged an attack from Subject 8.

Subject 8's will to live was fierce; he needed to survive to see his family again, and anyone in his way deserved to die. He continued his silent assault on Ian, the fight between them escalating. The other test subjects, eager to join in, found themselves unable to get close.

Bending down, Walter activated the explosive and started running back. The explosive had a five-minute delay before detonation. By the time they reached the central hall, it had become a world akin to purgatory.

Somehow, poison had been released. A few protective suits had melted from intense heat exposure, yet the fight against Ian continued with ferocity.

Ian, fending off Subject 8, was already battered and bruised. Amidst the chaos, Philip's voice boomed over the intercom, "Fascinating, truly fascinating. Ian, I'm surprised you've lasted this long."

He hadn't expected Ian to withstand Subject 8, known for his lethal prowess. Philip smirked, taking another sip of his drink, unaware that Phil stood by the door, seeming on the verge of stepping out.

Philip's attention was still on the screens; he didn't notice Phil at the door. The latter had just slipped an insect into his own pocket, but the creature, restless, had flown out through a small gap.

He wanted to ask Philip if he could open the door to recapture the insect. But Philip had warned him not to touch that particular insect. If he knew Phil had hidden it in his pocket, he'd be furious.

Taking a deep breath, Phil opened the door himself and started searching for the insect by the doorway.