Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf novel Chapter 228

Summary for Chapter 228: Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf

Summary of Chapter 228 from Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf

Chapter 228 marks a crucial moment in Bryson Salazar’s Romance novel, Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.

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 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.

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.