Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1676: No, you won’t… Hehe~ It’s time to man up, Little C**t

[CONTAINMENT BREACH DETECTED]

[TEST SUBJECT: LACKEY HAS ESCAPED CONTAINMENT]

[ALL SECURITY PERSONNEL RESPOND IMMEDIATELY]

[ALL AGENTS AND TROOPS MOBILIZE IMMEDIATELY]

The emergency warning system erupted across the facility.

A shrill electronic siren reverberated through every corridor and reinforced wall, while countless holographic screens mounted along the ceilings flickered violently with flashing crimson notifications.

Streams of encrypted security codes raced across transparent displays, and red warning symbols rotated above every access point like digital predators searching for prey.

Within seconds, squads of pink-striped black mech suits surged into motion.

Their armoured footsteps echoed through the hallways in perfect synchronisation.

This had never happened before.

No test subject had ever escaped.

Not once!

Meanwhile, on the top floor, outside the laboratory sector, a mech-suit had already secured the entrance.

The reinforced door stood sealed behind layers of emergency lockdown protocols while a dozen mech suits formed a defensive perimeter around it. Their weapons remained raised, fingers hovering over trigger systems as combat algorithms scanned for threats.

The atmosphere felt tense enough to snap!

One of the soldiers raised a hand.

Immediately, another mech suit stepped forward, carrying a transparent, glass-like data tablet. Thousands of glowing numbers and security logs floated beneath its surface, illuminating the soldier’s helmet with shifting neon reflections.

The mech suit pressed the tablet against the security panel.

BEEP!

A confirmation pulse flashed.

The laboratory door released a deep mechanical hiss.

HISSSS!!

Compressed vapour burst from hidden vents as thick white smoke spilled outward.

Without hesitation, the unit entered.

The energy chambers inside their guns emitted a low hum as they advanced through the smoke.

Their visor systems attempted to compensate, projecting thermal overlays and environmental scans across their displays, but the laboratory remained obscured beneath layers of freezing vapour mixed with the scent of burnt circuitry and overheated machinery.

The soldiers moved cautiously between the shattered laboratory and overturned equipment.

Then one of them suddenly stopped.

Tuckk

His boot had struck something.

Several nearby helmets immediately turned downward.

Scattered across the floor lay the remains of surgical drones.

Their metallic limbs were twisted into unnatural angles. Optical sensors flickered weakly as sparks jumped between exposed circuits. Internal processors emitted intermittent pulses of light before dying completely, while thin streams of white smoke escaped from ruptured power cores.

Someone had dismantled them piece by piece.

“Search every sector immediately,” a mech suit commander ordered, his voice distorted through external combat speakers. “Run thermal scans, motion tracking, atmospheric analysis. I want every square meter checked. Move.”

“At once.”

The soldiers dispersed.

Scanning beams swept across the laboratory as combat drones detached from their backs and floated into the air. Blue laser grids spread across the room, analysing debris.

Smashed laboratory equipment.

Cracked surgical tables.

Destroyed drones.

Far above them, at the corner, hidden among the network of maintenance structures running beneath the ceiling, Lackey remained perfectly still, like a House Gecko.

His fingers gripped a suspended support rail while he watched the soldiers below.

Their sensors never looked up.

Their attention remained fixed on the destruction scattered across the floor.

Slowly, carefully, Lackey released his grip.

His body dropped through the smoke.

Not even the faintest sound escaped.

Without hesitation, he turned and slipped through the laboratory entrance.

A rabbit mask concealed his face.

The polished white surface reflected fragments of flashing emergency lights as he stepped into the corridor. Red warning signals washed over the mask in rhythmic pulses, giving him an almost ghost-like appearance.

His eyes narrowed.

He glanced back one final time before bolting.

*Left… then a sharp right,* Lackey muttered under his breath while reconstructing the route inside his mind.

The alarms continued screaming throughout the facility.

Warning lights rotated overhead.

Automated announcements repeated endlessly through hidden speakers.

*Ten meters.*

*Then left.*

He increased his speed.

*Another five meters and—*

“There he is!”