Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower

Chapter 673: Chaoter 673: Face Swapping

But just as that thought settled... a strange dizziness crept in.

Ian frowned, his vision blurring slightly. "What... is this...?"

Beside him, Robert swayed, his breathing growing uneven.

Even Wade staggered, clutching his head as if struggling to stay conscious before collapsing onto the ground.

Ian’s expression changed instantly. "No... someone..."

Before he could finish, darkness swallowed his vision.

Both he and Robert fell heavily to the floor.

Silence followed.

Five minutes passed. Then... Wade slowly opened his eyes.

His expression was calm.

He stood up without a hint of weakness and walked over to Ian and Robert, crouching beside them.

He checked their pulses carefully, ensuring they were completely unconscious.

"Just in case..." he murmured softly.

With precise movements, he struck them again...hard enough to ensure they would not wake up anytime soon.

Only then did he turn toward the figure lying on the bed.

He reached out and tapped the person’s forehead lightly.

The next second... the face began to melt.

The illusion peeled away like liquid, revealing the real Wade lying beneath.

Silas straightened up, a faint smirk forming on his lips. "Perfect," he whispered.

He then lifted both Ian and Robert and placed them onto the bed.

From his pocket, he took out two small appearance spheres and tossed them onto their faces.

Instantly, their appearances changed.

One transformed into Ivy. The other into Silas.

Silas glanced at the result, satisfaction flickering in his eyes.

Then, without hesitation, he and Wade activated their own disguises, transforming into Ian and Robert.

The transformation was flawless...even their voices matched perfectly.

Carrying the unconscious "Ivy" and "Silas," they headed toward the underground laboratory.

The lab was cold.

Silas, now disguised as Ian, spoke in a firm tone,

"These two are extremely dangerous. We want them dissected and studied. Find out everything about their abilities."

Wade, acting as Robert, added coldly, "You have full freedom. Do whatever is necessary."

The researchers exchanged uneasy glances.

"But remember," Silas continued, his voice lowering, "they are cunning. They might try to deceive you with fabricated stories. Do not fall for it."

"And one more thing," Wade added. "Every day, at this exact time, we will come to inspect them. During that time, all of you must leave the lab."

The researchers nodded quickly, nervousness evident in their expressions.

"I’ve heard they possess hypnosis abilities," Silas finished.

That single statement was enough to instill fear.

"We understand," one of the researchers replied hastily. "We’ll be cautious."

Satisfied, Silas and Wade turned and left.

Once they were gone, the researchers moved quickly.

Chains clinked softly as restraints were secured.

The unconscious figures were tightly bound to the beds.

One of the researchers stepped closer to the one resembling Ivy, his gaze lingering for a moment too long.

A greedy, inappropriate glint flickered in his eyes before he reached out and groped her breast.

At that exact moment, the unconscious Ian stirred.

His brows furrowed as he felt something strange.

His eyes slowly opened. The first thing he saw... a greasy man leaning over him.

Touching him.

Ian’s expression darkened instantly, disgust flashing across his face. "What do you think you’re doing?" he snapped, his voice sharp and cold.

The researcher froze, startled, quickly pulling his hand back.

"I...I was just checking..." he stammered, forcing a serious expression. "Examining whether there were any surgical modifications."

The other researchers exchanged knowing looks, their silence heavy with unspoken judgment.

The man’s excuse was weak, and everyone knew it.

Still, no one spoke.

The researcher, however, felt a surge of anger at being exposed.

’How dare she...’ resentment burned within him as he stepped back.

Ian, still bound, frowned deeply, his mind racing.

"Why am I here?" he demanded, his tone laced with confusion and irritation. "Shouldn’t you be conducting research? Why am I tied up like this?"

The room fell silent.

The researchers exchanged glances again. The disguise had not only altered his appearance... it had perfectly mimicked Ivy’s voice.

And in that moment... Even Ian himself had no idea...he was no longer seen as himself.

However, the way he spoke... it carried the unmistakable authority of a leader...of Ian himself.

The researchers paused for a brief second, their brows furrowing as doubt flickered across their faces.

’That tone... that confidence...’ one of them thought uneasily.

But before that thought could settle, the greasy researcher suddenly burst out laughing, his voice echoing sharply in the sterile room.

"Wow," he sneered, wiping his hands on his coat, "this Ivy really knows how to put on an act."

The moment those words were spoken, the tension broke.

The others immediately nodded, some even chuckling in agreement.

"Indeed," one of them added mockingly, "for a second there, I almost thought you were Ian."

Ian’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"I am Ian!" he shouted. "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

He glared at each of them.

’They should be trembling... they should recognize me!’ he thought, clinging to his authority.

But...

Nothing happened.

Instead of fear, the researchers looked at him with thinly veiled disgust, their lips curling slightly as if they were observing something pathetic.

"Overestimating yourself, aren’t you?" one of them muttered coldly.

Before Ian could react, they began their work.

Cold instruments touched his skin, leaving faint trails that made his body tense instinctively.

At first, he remained composed, even managing a scoff. "You fools... you have no idea who you’re dealing with," he muttered under his breath.

But then... the experiments began.

A sharp sting pierced his arm.

Then another. And another.

Drug after drug was injected into his bloodstream, each one bringing a different wave of sensation...burning, numbness, uncontrollable spasms.

His body reacted violently, his muscles tightening as pain spread like wildfire through his veins.

"Stop...!" he tried to shout, but his voice faltered as another surge hit him.

Then came something worse.

A strange heat began to build within him, unnatural and overwhelming, flooding his senses.

His breathing grew erratic, his body betraying him in ways he could neither control nor understand.