Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

Following in the footsteps of that old man, I walked along the corridor, and it didn't take long for me to follow him into a stone room.

The lighting facilities here are better than other places.

That's why, as soon as I came in, I saw a man locked in a cage.

I have seen this man before. When he first entered this underground ruins, he was locked in a cage with other people who were captured here, like a trapped animal.

"Wow, woohoo..."

As soon as I came in, this black man locked in an iron cage looked at me.

It's just that he grinned with his teeth bared, and the corner of his mouth was still ticking.

One can tell at a glance that this old man must have carried out some kind of experiment on him, and the most likely one is the experiment of transforming people.

"good."

However, what the old man did next directly refreshed my three views. When facing this black man trapped in a cage, he looked and behaved like a kind old father.

It was like treating this experimental product as his own child.

"Soon, soon I will end your pain, no, as long as you can hold on, I can give you a new life!"

As the old man said, he took out a strangely shaped pistol from his pocket with one hand.

There is an empty shape in the middle, just enough to put down the injection he is holding in the other hand.

After loading it in, the old man pulled the trigger.

With a bang, the injection was shot out, and then stuck on the black man's shoulder.

That's... my blood!

I was slightly startled. Although I knew from the beginning that the old man wanted my blood, it must be used for experiments, but I didn't expect him to inject my blood directly into this black man.

"Hey, it's time to witness a miracle."

Seeing the blood in the injection injected into the black man's body bit by bit, the old man couldn't help laughing happily.

That laughter made my heart shudder.

This old man made a gesture on the surface, but what he actually did was completely inconsistent.

He doesn't treat people as human beings at all.

Looking at the inhumane scene in front of me, although I feel a little awkward in my heart, I feel sorry for this black man, but I know that there is nothing I can do now.

Perhaps since the first cyborg was born, countless individuals have experienced this horrible thing.

"Do you also want to know what will become of your blood and his blood?" Suddenly the old man turned his head and looked at me, and asked a question that made me feel even more awkward.

As if I was deliberately participating in it.

"Become a monster." I frowned and replied casually.

"Look."

The old man smiled, then moved a chair from the corner, and sat down leisurely.

I stood beside him and stayed silent for more than half an hour.

At first the black man kept grinning like a raging lion.

But he was trapped in a cage, with nowhere to vent his emotions.

As time passed, his emotions gradually stabilized, and it seemed that he would soon return to his normal appearance.

But it turned out that I was thinking too much.

"what!"

Half an hour later, the black man, who had already stabilized his emotions, suddenly let out a loud roar as if he had been frightened, and then gently hugged him tightly with both hands, grabbing the steel bars of the cage.

Frantically waving his head, he slammed into the cage again and again.

It didn't stop until the blood flowed, and the blood was mutilated.

crazy?

To be honest, I was a little surprised to see this scene.

My blood is not poisonous, and the blood injected into him just now is actually not much, just a little bit, even if there are some adverse reactions, it should not be like this...

A few seconds later, the black man who had gone mad suddenly grabbed his neck.

It wasn't until this time that I keenly noticed that the blood vessels all over his body popped up one by one, looking like earthworms swimming under her skin.

It felt like goosebumps all over my body.

Suddenly, he knelt down, and the whole spine seemed to be alive, wriggling continuously, which made my heart jump.

puff!

The skin was broken, and a bone spur protruded from the spine, which was as long as a baby's arm.

"I'm coming!"

The old man sitting next to me, his eyes lit up when he saw this scene, as if he had discovered a new world.

He muttered excitedly, but soon, his excitement turned into disappointment.

For when that bone spur came out of the black person's spine he was dead.

My right eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

Guys, what's going on?My blood is not poisonous, is it?Or since my body changed again...

I looked at my arm.

I subconsciously touched the place where my blood was drawn just now. With my self-healing ability, such a little pinhole disappeared long ago, but I always felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.

"Hiss... what a pity."

The old man's complexion was not as good as before. He turned his head and looked at me. After sighing, he returned to his usual relaxed appearance and patted my shoulder: "Don't be sad, it's just It’s all about dedicating their lives to great science, there are many such people…”

He is right, there are many such people.

I know this very well.

Although the transformed people are very strong, the chance of success in creating them is less than one in a thousand.

The birth of every reformed person is based on countless dead lives.

And, this situation will only intensify.

"I want to see her."

After calming down my mood, I revealed the purpose of coming here with him in the first place.

"Huh? Come with me."

The old man didn't refuse me, he easily put his hands in his pockets, then turned his head slowly and walked into the corridor.

I followed closely behind him, passing through the complicated tunnel.

Ten minutes later, I saw the girl.

She was locked in a container like an ice coffin, her eyes were closed, her breathing was calm, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Around here, there are three other containers of the same kind.

One of them was empty.

"Is she okay?" Although I could feel that the girl's vital signs were stable, I still asked worriedly.

"of course."

The old man finished speaking without thinking, and pointed to the empty container with a smile: "Look, this one was originally prepared for you."

Ok?
Hearing this, I suddenly felt a chill spread from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

What does this old bastard want to do?