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Triplets on Secret Mission

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Chapter 1171

Chapter 1171 "Why can't I? I won't do the actual work. I'll just go there and have a look, and I can also help you! Of

course, even if I really can't hold it, I can lie in the research lab! I believe there are beds for the sick there."

Mr. Ballard didn't care about it at all.

After hearing him talk like that, Molly naturally didn't say anything anymore!

Soon she asked someone to send the old man to the research lab.

When they got in the lab, Mr. Ballard told Molly, "Molly, show me the data about the semi-finished antidotes

developed by you guys."

Not objecting to it, Molly reached out her hands to Sean and said, "Your laptop. I need to log into my mailbox."

Noticing that her tone was a little coy, Sean moved his laptop to her with a smile. "Feel free to use. You don't have

to ask me. Mine is yours."

Her eyes smiling, Molly took it, turned it on, logged into her account, took out the data quickly, and printed it on the

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paper.

A few minutes later, she handed the paper to Mr. Ballard.

Half leaning against the head of the bed, Mr. Ballard said, "You said you can't leak the formula, didn't you? Why

show it to me so unhesitatingly?"

"I was joking. You believed it? I was just afraid you would be too tired."

Molly explained, feeling tired in her heart.

Mr. Ballard said emotionally, "You're honest and sincere, young lady. Since you show me everything, I won't hide

anything from you... Do you have scissors?"

Molly was a little surprised but then answered, "Yes."

As she spoke, she took the surgical scissors out of the medical kit and passed them over.

Jordon took them and began cutting his clothes.

Molly felt confused and gave Sean a sidelong glance.

Sean arched his brows to watch Mr. Ballard's every move, but said nothing.

After cutting his clothes open, Mr. Ballard slipped his hand inside and began fumbling.

A few moments later, he took out a tiny USB drive!

After observing it for a while, he heaved a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it's intact."

Then he said to Molly, "Take it. This is the data about their development!"

Molly got spirited, took it, and said, "Let me have a look."

As she spoke, she inserted the USB drive into the laptop.

After a while, lots of data appeared on the screen, and it was much more complete than Molly had imagined.

She went through all that. The more she read it, the more she was shocked.

The data was even more complicated than expected!

And some of the formula drugs were illegal!

They were all bad for the human body!

Sean looked from the side for a while.

He didn't really know what the data was about.

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But he could see from Molly’s expression that this was even more terrible than expected.

He couldn't help but pat her head and ask softly, "Is the situation really so terrible?"

Molly nodded gravely and said, "Worse than terrible! This is a disaster!

Their development of these things is inhuman! It's a crime! To stimulate the potential of the human body

successfully, experimenting on humans is inevitable. This is not only killing people, but mad and antisocial!"

"Chill, chill!" Sean consoled her gently, "Check how high the rate of success in developing the antidote is first."

Molly frowned and said, "The data is more complicated than I imagine. Now my R&D team is not here. I don't think I

can do it alone."

Sean nodded and suggested, 'What about sending it to your teacher? After all, he has the experience of leading a

team to develop semi-finished antidotes. No doubt, he has experience, and he is also clear about the details. Maybe

he can help you. What do you think?"

Molly thought so, too.

But this was the data provided by Mr. Ballard, and she had to ask for his permission.

Molly was about to ask, but Mr. Ballard said without looking up, "Send it. I believe your teacher is an able man. The

more the people, the higher the possibility."