People are pirates, opening the era of games

Nami witnessed the cruel operation with her own eyes. Like many operations before and after, they all ended in failure.

The big doctor threw the patient's remains among the pile of patients on the floor.

He was sad not being able to save them, but he knew he had given it his all.

“Partner, there will be many opportunities in the future, right?

There are so many patients in Zuan still waiting for treatment, why don't you help me screen some of them. "

With a smile on his face again, Mondo walked to Nami's bed, and then tore off the iron ring that bound her with his bare hands.

"Okay, but you have to control your emotions, otherwise I won't help you."

Nami breathed a sigh of relief. When Mundo solved the Alchemist Baron, she had almost given up resistance. She didn't expect that Mundo would still remember her.

It should be much easier for them to find Luffy with a thug like Mundo by their side.

She knew what Zaun in League of Legends was. It was a huge underground city located under the winding ravines and canyons surrounding Piltover.

Smoke and dust of various colors leak out from the staggered, corroded and aging smoke exhaust pipe network, filtering the light from above into strange colors, and cross-reflecting between the colored glass decorated in Zuan's workshop.

Zaun and Piltover were once united, but now they are divided into separate factions.

Although Za'an has always been shrouded in smog-shrouded twilight, the bustling place has not lost any trace of its prosperity. The residents here are all-encompassing and the culture is diverse.

Piltover's wealth also fueled Zaun's growth, making it a dark mirror to the city above.

Many goods shipped to Piltover end up on Zaun's black market. Some Hextech inventors may feel that the restrictions imposed on them by the above-ground city are too strict, and many of them will find their own dangerous research. Very popular in Zaun.

The unbridled development of unstable technologies and reckless industries has polluted large areas throughout Zaun, and living conditions have become increasingly dangerous.

Toxic wastewater stagnates in the lower reaches of the city, but even here people manage to survive and thrive.

Walking on the bottom floor filled with stagnant water, Nami lightly covered her mouth and nose to prevent the unpleasant smell from inhaling too much at once.

Mundo tightened his grip on the saw blade in his hand. When pedestrians on the road saw his monster appearance, they hid in other areas for fear of becoming his target.

But there is a skeleton dancing to the music at the end of the street.

Because he had the pirate mark on his body, Nami also became cautious.

She couldn't guarantee that only their team would enter the League of Legends interpretation mode. There would be pirate players coming in later and she wouldn't know what others were thinking.

Nami deliberately avoided it, but the other party noticed her.

"It's absolutely true, you are the same as me."

Mundo ignored 21 and waved the saw blade at the approaching skeleton.

The latter easily dodged and tapped Nami with a bone-white finger.

"That's right, you are also a pirate player. I have a hidden mission here, I think we can take a look at it together."

The skeleton bowed to her very gentlemanly.

Task!

The mission meant higher profits, so Nami was heartbroken and thought of temporarily cooperating.

"Companion, there is nothing wrong with his health."

After she finished speaking, Mondo stopped.

The three of them came to a tavern. The curator looked at a skeleton and a purple-skinned weirdo next to Nami. He was extremely panicked but still smiled to welcome the guests.

After requesting a private room, the two parties introduced themselves to each other.

Then Brooke put the diary in his hand on the table. The first page was a photo, with a large paragraph of text attached below:

'A hired killer hides in a busy city, pretending to be a resident.

Only a trained eye could see the beast within him, begging to be released.

How could I say no?For a crazy scientist like me, if I can't use science to reveal the true face of life, what's the point of my research.

It took twice the dose to control him, and his resistance was really amazing.

However, it is this quality that ensures that he can survive the severe pain and trigger the process of transformation. This transformation will transform this human into a hybrid predator, and the entire Zaun will become its hunting ground. '

Then there is a picture of medicine jars below, with the word 'enhancement' written in bold on it.

'Preparing the subject for implantation, a scapular surgery observed during the Ionian campaign was tested, requiring several minutes to drill holes into the bone plate, followed by the installation of a fixed alchemical infusion pump, with the induced mutation of the pump The prescription will continuously irritate the test subject.

Faced with the subject's painful pleas and insistence that he was no longer a monster but a good person, I chose to ignore it and continued to thread multiple special catheters into the proximal ends of his upper limbs and sew them with arteries and veins.

The subject remained awake throughout the entire process and howled for more than six hours.

I was heartened that he lasted much longer before fainting than the previous failed specimens. Finally, the mechanical reinforcement was integrated with the spinal nerve fibers, and the incisions that required suturing were minimal.

The experimental subject's condition is stable and recovering. I must recharge my batteries and prepare for tomorrow's operation. '

Then there are some sketches with the words 'key catalyst' on them.

'Today, the subject was timid and would tremble at the slightest movement. He injected the mutagen into the medicine pump and turned on the medicine pump. The subject struggled in the restraint tools. The medicine pump pushed the alchemy potion into the body, starting the next stage. .

The effect of the drug was immediate. The subject's blood vessels contracted strongly and convulsions occurred.

The drug pump continued to push the drug in against the resistance. The subject resisted violently and almost overturned the operating table.

As hypothesized, pain was a catalyst for change, unleashing a surge of alchemical reactions that inspired mutations in the subject's anatomy.

Then there was the sound of skeletal tendons snapping, and the subject's skeleton began to deform.

Then a jagged bone spur came out of his wrist, and he pulled hard on the restraint. Finally, the wrist broke completely and fell to the ground, letting out a ear-piercing wail.

In the end, the subject became stiff and completely unconscious. It was clear that the first mutation failed.

I stopped the bleeding from his wound and stabilized his vital signs. Maybe I overestimated the subject's pain tolerance and needed to recalibrate and start again tomorrow. '

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... What a terrible experiment."

Brooke couldn't help but complain when he saw this.

After witnessing the treatment of Mondo by the director of the Oswald Lunatic Asylum, Nami did not have too many emotional fluctuations in her feelings. She just thought that Zaun was a more chaotic place than she imagined.

......

The experiment continued, and Nami turned the pages.

'The owner of the diary returned to the laboratory and was surprised to find that the severed hand was still on the ground. Its surface showed no signs of decay or rigor mortis, and he checked the lacerated wounds of the experimental subject.

After waking up, the experimental subject insulted me. The increase in aggression was a good side effect of the alchemical potion, but the most amazing change was hidden under the blood-soaked bandage. A limb bud, although it was a deformity. embryo, but its predatory function is uniquely beautiful.

Even though it had been several hours since the operation had stopped, new muscles were still growing faster than the formation of deformed bone spurs.

Maybe if you should spend more time waiting for the serum to take effect, the results will be much better.

New plans arose in my mind, and the limb bud emerged in my dreams, its graceful form and dedicated purpose abruptly ended by tragic failure.

What if it could grow faster?When I was thinking about this problem, I woke up with a spark of inspiration and stayed up all night smelting steel to create a frame.

These props should be able to provide the structure needed, a kind of embryonic scaffolding to allow the limb buds to grow. Improving on nature can be simple, as long as Mother Nature has provided a good design framework.

It can definitely be improved. The operational restrictions this time forced me to anesthetize the experimental subject and complete it quickly.

During this process, I discovered that there was new growth in the limb buds, and the changes had slowed down but not stopped. I separated the deformed muscles and blood vessels and grafted the nerve endings onto the scaffold, and finally connected and integrated them with the alchemy pump to form the same enhanced body.

Slight twitching can be observed at minimal power, subject transfer and restraint tightening, and what other improvements could be made? '

At the end of the page, Brooke spread his hands and said: "I think we can go for a walk and breathe in the fresh haze."

Forehead...

Nami was speechless at his cold joke. She just wanted to read the contents of the diary quickly.

Looking down carefully, it is obvious that the owner of the diary has been out for a trip.

'Coming back from the border market, I was greeted by a familiar smell.

The subject's back was covered with traces of atrophied veins, where the infection originated from the connection between the bone and the drug pump.

To this end, he adjusted the pharmaceutical prescription and injected new drugs.

The subject's drowsiness was broken by a sharp roar, and his skeleton began to break and restructure, taking on the form of a beast. His grotesque nature finally began to emerge, but then, the mutation gradually eased and stopped.

The flow rate of the drug pump is increased, the tremors are violent, and twice the dose is released with every heartbeat.

The body was twisted accordingly, and its skin and flesh were torn apart like a wild wolf whose ragged clothes could not contain the changes in the depths.

With the rumbling of the medicine pump, the mixture surged and surged in the sealed container, and the pressure accumulated higher and higher.

In the end, the catheters, seals, and blood vessels burst one after another, the sound of explosions came one after another, full of the texture of metal collision, and the experimental harness completely collapsed.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed towards me, the old wounds on his body torn open again, and the rage in his heart burned again.

We struggled briefly, and eventually he weakened and collapsed to the ground.

He muttered something, then all vital signs disappeared, his body calmed down, and his heartbeat could no longer be detected.

I dripped the corrosive solution on the left arm, but there was no reaction. The subject died. I dragged the body out and threw the remaining parts into the ditch.

Once again, scientific progress was stifled by the flaws of lower-level organisms. The only comfort is that failure can also expand my knowledge base.

What I didn't expect was that one night after a commotion, I rushed to the scene quickly, and there was only a folded leaf left at the back door of the laboratory.

The heavy wooden boards were torn into pieces, and the instruments and materials inside the laboratory suffered the same fate. No one was spared.

Everything bore the same marks of being cut by a sharp metal blade, and hours of inspection and comparison of marks confirmed the truth.

The subject came alive and came back here, how incredible!

But I don't know what the principle is, but many questions have appeared in my mind, but the most important thing is that a new laboratory must be properly set up to retrieve this beast and start the next stage of experiments.

What were the words the subject said before he collapsed?It seems...forget it, let's start from this clue, maybe there will be something to gain. '

Perhaps in anticipation that the diary would be lost, its owner did not reveal what his subjects said in the end, and the most critical information was missing.

It means a lot less than I thought!

"So, what is your mission?"

Nami carefully read all the contents in the diary and began to study the systematic tasks with Brooke.

"Without saying anything, it gave me a hint. The content involved in this diary can lead to higher game profits." Brooke spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe it's its owner, but I personally prefer the experimental subject. '

My purpose of taking the initiative to stop you is also very simple, because I don't know much about the content of the League of Legends game, and your pirate group has participated in the duel on the Summoner's Rift, and my knowledge of these areas and each hero is very different. Deeper than me. "

"If it is an experimental subject, I have a bold guess. It mentions bones, beasts and howling wolves.

If the guess is correct, the owner of the diary should want to transform the experimental subject into an orc, and Warwick actually fits the bill. "

"Black market, we can go there."

Mondo felt that Nami wanted to obtain information and reminded her that she could go there and wait and see.

So the three of them came to the Black Alley, which is where Zaun merchants and thieves do business. Everything can be sold, and everything is stolen.

After asking for a long time, I finally got information about the "experimental subject" from a girl.

At that time, the girl received a message that she was going to meet a man named Baron Spinlow and pass on important information to him, so that she could get paid.

Baron Spenlow's face was covered with bruises and scars. She put the message into the sound tube and received whispered instructions.

The girl couldn't help but tremble when she said this. She didn't seem to have thought that a monster was eavesdropping on the communication between them.

He came to her when she was alone. What was even more shocking was that this guy could speak and even write.

The monster made Baron Spin scream and took a leg from him. Now the baron's prosthetic limb is probably rusted.

The girl spoke slowly like this, as if these things touched the most terrifying memory deep in her heart.