The air in the observation room seemed to have frozen.
A group of researchers in white lab coats crowded around a high-resolution holographic monitor, watching the figure on the screen slowly clench his fist, raise his hand, and move tentatively. They watched Bruce's almost instinctive coordination of movement, and for a moment, no one spoke.
Until the elderly scientist Regis, with his wrinkled face and metal-framed glasses, cleared his throat and flipped through Bruce's physical report, breaking the silence: “The cellular activity is too high. His reaction speed, integration... it's no longer within the realm of ordinary humans.”
A younger researcher beside him swallowed hard, “120 points? Isn't that the conventional limit for enhancement agents?”
Regis put down the documents, his eye
