The twelve spells at the beginning, I beat the people of the motherland violently

"Broken bones can be completely restored in less than ten seconds, and a heart can grow again within 30 seconds after removal..."

"The blood is endless and does not obey the law of conservation of energy at all..."

"All conventional means cannot kill him..."

"God, this is not an ability that any medicine can create... How should we explain this scientifically?!"

"Professor Charles, this is not science, this is magic! Only magic can explain..."

"...This is definitely a discovery that shocks the world!"

……

In the hidden laboratory on the bottom floor of the Watt Company Building.

A group of researchers in white coats were busy around the operating table, with several test recorders holding pens and paper standing beside them.

Under the dazzling white light, figures swayed, precision surgical instruments and fanatical voices mixed together, making people's blood boil.

Because everyone present knows how significant the current experiment is - once the test results are released, it will shock the world and reshape the history of science!

But what contrasts with these people's fanaticism is the blood and cruelty on the operating table.

Because lying on the operating table, the test subject is not an animal, but a living person!

A young man with an Asian face!

With neat short hair, regular facial features, and strong facial curves... this young man looks like he is only in his early twenties.

At this time, he was lying on the operating table, and his abdomen was cut open like a specimen. You can clearly see the squirming internal organs inside.

The strange thing is that every time the scalpel leaves a wound on his internal organs, it will heal in the shortest time.

The huge wound on the young man's abdomen was also growing granulation at a speed visible to the naked eye. He kept trying to repair the wound, but was prevented from recovering by two clamps stretching to both sides.

On the young man's arm, blood flowed out continuously, as if the blood on this man's body was endless and would never dry up.

Such a cruel scene would have killed an ordinary person long ago, but not only did this young man not die, but he continued to indifferently inject this cruel scene.

Is there any scene in the world more cruel than watching oneself being cut open, having one's internal organs removed, watching one's own blood flowing out, and watching one's own flesh and blood squirming?

……

Colin didn't know what other people thought, but from his experience, this was the most unbearable cruel thing he had ever faced.

But after experiencing it many times, he naturally got used to it.

But are people who are used to such scenes still normal?

Looking at his squirming internal organs, Colin's mouth suddenly split open, revealing a pale and crazy smile.

There seemed to be fire flickering in the cold eyes.

"Professor Charles, please believe me, this is by no means a discovery that shocks the world, but the beginning of bloodshed in the world."

"Young man, optimism is a good quality. It supports your spirit and prevents you from going insane." An old white man raised his head while busy, his ecstatic expression slightly restrained, "But being too optimistic will To make it difficult for you to see the current situation... try the nerve agent on him and prepare a record to see if the nerve agent can work on him."

Hearing this, a man in a coat walked up to Colin's neck with a syringe.

The sharp metal needle pierced the blood vessel of Colin's neck, and the colorless poison inside quickly entered Colin's blood as the man's fingers pushed it.

"Charles Cook..."

Feeling numb all over his body, Colin's voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes became a little dazed, but then quickly returned to normal.

"The top researcher of Vought Corporation, lives in a villa in the West End of Vought Corporation...has worked for Vought Corporation for 30 years and done all the dirty things...has a son and a daughter, both of whom work for Vought Corporation."

Colin's cold voice made the heart-stopping madness in his eyes even more frightening.

"John Smith...No. 23, Queens. Married. His wife also works for Vought. No children."

"Sofia Garcia... Hispanic, has worked for Vought's laboratory for eight years, is unmarried, and has a son... who is ten years old now."

……

As he spoke one by one the names and relevant information of the researchers present.

Everyone stopped what they were doing one after another, looked at each other in confusion, and then looked at Colin who looked even crazier.

Even though this young man was a lamb to be slaughtered by them and allowed to be slaughtered and subjected to various fatal experiments, everyone felt a chill in their hearts when they heard his name and related information coming out of his mouth one by one.

"The memory is much better than that of us old men, but it makes no sense." Professor Charles broke the silence, "Because this is the most heavily defended headquarters of Vought Company... We have the Super Seven! We have the people of the motherland! Don't Forgot how you got in."

He stretched out an old palm, suddenly grabbed Colin's beating heart, and said expressionlessly: "Record it, the first injection of type A nerve agent returned to normal five seconds later, a blood test, record it Data, and double the amount of medicine!”

Under the leadership of Charles, "research" is on the right track again.

The cold syringe pierced Colin's blood vessel again, and the nerve agent, which had far exceeded the lethal dose of ordinary people, flowed into Colin's blood again.

Colin was indifferent because he knew he would not die!

Scanning the faces that he had seen many times one by one, Colin suddenly grinned: "Professor Charles, you can't kill me, and you are reluctant to kill me, so you'd better pray to your God and never give it to me. Chance to escape, otherwise..."

His pale face became a little ferocious: "You, your family, your Super Seven, your motherland, and everyone at Watt Company will all die! All of them will die!"

"I will escape from here and kill you and everyone related to you, not even a dog will be left alive, hahahaha..."

"I seemed to hear someone calling my name..."

A slightly frivolous voice suddenly sounded, and the door of the laboratory was pushed open.

Wearing the flag of the beautiful country and wearing a blue tight-fitting jersey, the motherland walked into the laboratory calmly with his hands behind his back.

All the experimenters, including Professor Charles, stopped what they were doing and looked at the people of the motherland.

With a unique smile on his face, the motherland man walked up to Colin: "Hey, buddy, when was the last time we met? Three days ago, or four days ago?"

"Your situation doesn't seem to be very good. You seem... to be treated very inhumanely. You need me..."

The crazy smile disappeared from Colin's face.

He opened his mouth and said word by word: "I will go to hell with your motherland..."

After scolding, he suddenly laughed again: "People of the motherland...saviors of the beautiful country, people of the motherland, have Madeleine's milk fed you? Why does your mouth taste like milk..."

When the motherland who was accurately stabbed against the scales heard "Madeline's breasts", her cheeks twitched and the smile on her face completely disappeared.

When he heard the taste of milk again, his eyes turned red.

Two laser beams shot out from his eyes, easily blasting half of Colin's skull, and continued downward, leaving a terrifying hole on the operating table before disappearing.

The smell of burning, the half-black and half-red flesh roasted by the hot laser, and the brain tissue flowing out of it made Colin look even more terrifying.

Ordinary people have died, and there is no chance of any luck, but Colin is not dead, and the fatal wound on his head is constantly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is all you can do? Is it because Madeline doesn't have enough milk?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Colin's blood-stained face, and in his pupils, a horse-shaped rune that was difficult for ordinary people to detect flashed past.

But the people of the motherland are not ordinary people.

"There is something in your eyes." The motherland's cheek twitched nervously, and suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Colin's eyeball.

When he took it back, he already had a bloody eyeball in his hand.

He looked at the eyeballs expressionlessly for a moment, then threw the eyeballs to a researcher next to him: "Give it to you, take it back for cooking, or feed it to the dog. Of course, you can also use it for experiments."

The researcher was helpless to catch the eyeball that smelled strongly of blood.

Colin laughed and said: "People of the motherland, I can give you as many eyeballs as you want, but if you want breasts..."

The motherland tilted his head and shot Colin's head open again, then turned around and glanced at the trembling researchers in the laboratory: "Don't be nervous, I was just a little impulsive and taught the guy who made the rude remarks a lesson... This guy seems to have forgotten that he is I captured him like a dog and took him back to Vought headquarters.”

"Anyway, the lesson I've given him now is enough. It should make him recall a lot of things. I hope it didn't ruin your experiment..."

His signature smile appeared on his face again: "Everyone, do you want the experiment to continue?"

"Of course." Professor Charles pushed up his glasses, "We hope you will use your abilities to help our research."

"What should I do?" The motherland man walked up to Charles, looked at Colin on the experimental table and sniffed, "He doesn't have any smell of compound No. [-], nor any smell of related medicines..."

Professor Charles was well aware of the moodiness of the people of the motherland, so he did not tremble or keep the people of the motherland waiting. Instead, he temporarily put aside the test he was doing: "We need to test how strong your laser can damage him."

"Besides this, we have tried almost all external forces to cause damage to him. Whether it is knife, fire, or radiation, they cannot cause fatal damage to him."

"No, to be more precise, you can't hurt him at all. Just like now, you can recover immediately after being injured, and you don't even feel much pain, so..."

Two laser beams suddenly shot out from the eyes of the motherland, leaving two big scorched holes in Colin's body, and almost cut off Colin's waist.

"Is that so?" The native turned his head and looked at the frightened Professor Charles.

Colin's face turned pale and he immediately returned to normal.

His head has completely recovered, leaving no injuries. Even his thick hair has completely grown out, no different from before.

Now, the big black hole in his abdomen is also recovering rapidly.

"People of the motherland, your laser also smells like milk!"

After obtaining the Horse Talisman, which represents healing among the twelve talismans, he still doesn't know the limit of his recovery ability.

But he knows that neither conventional means nor the people of the motherland can kill him!

No one here can kill him.

"People of the motherland, you loser! You useless loser! You can't kill me!"

"When I come out, I will twist your head off, hang your head on the Pentagon, turn it into a clown, and let the whole world see the ridiculous appearance of the people of the motherland!"

Wanton laughter echoed in the laboratory, and everyone held their breath and carefully watched the expressions of the motherland.

This has become a common scene in the laboratory. Every time people from the motherland come, they will get angry and go berserk.

This time was no exception.

Two terrifying laser beams shot out from the eyes of the motherland again, hitting the operating table in front of him and Colin on the table, leaving a huge "scar" on the ground and the wall in front of him...