Rocot: Reborn

Roccod glanced coldly at the man in the white coat and said nothing. He knew that from this moment on, he was no longer the king of the night who could change the world, but Experiment 001, a toy that could be manipulated at will.

"Oh, a toy? So what?" Roccod sneered in his heart, but a playful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Claire, do you think you can control me like this? The game has just begun!"

The man in the white coat didn't know the true thoughts of the "experimental subject" in front of him. He just thought it was a stress reaction after the experimental subject just woke up, so he patiently asked: "001, how do you feel? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Roccod closed his eyes and took in the fragments of memory that surged in his mind. Experimental subject 001, a war machine that was created, had lived in this dark laboratory since birth, undergoing all kinds of cruel training and transformation in order to become the strongest weapon.

"What a sad life..." Roccod sighed in his heart, but he did not show any sympathy. On the contrary, he felt unprecedented power and potential from this young body, which made him very excited.

"I'm fine." Roccod opened his eyes, his deep pupils were as unfathomable as the dark night. There was no longer any confusion and pain from before, but instead coldness and ambition. "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

The man in the white coat was startled by Rocot's look, but he quickly regained his composure. He pushed his glasses up and said in a formal tone, "001, you now need to undergo a series of tests to assess your physical condition and abilities."

"Test?" Roccod smiled contemptuously. "What do you want to test? My strength? Or my speed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and he instantly appeared in front of the man in the white coat. He pinched his neck with his slender and powerful fingers and lifted him up.

"Cough cough..." The man in the white coat was frightened by this sudden change and turned pale and had difficulty breathing. He looked at the "experimental subject" in front of him in horror, as if he saw a demon from hell.

"You..." The man in the white coat uttered a word with difficulty but could not say a complete sentence.

"What? Are you scared?" Roccod leaned close to his ear, his tone as cold as if it came from the Netherworld, "Is this the result you want, Claire?"

The man in the white coat's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Rokod in disbelief. How could he know his name? Could it be that...he had recovered his memory?

"No, this is impossible..." The man in the white coat shook his head desperately. He couldn't accept this fact.

"Nothing is impossible." Rocot increased the strength of his hand, "Claire, you think you can control everything, but you are wrong. You are just a pawn in my hand."

"Ahem...what...what do you want to do?" The man in the white coat felt his consciousness gradually blurring out, and the fear of death enveloped him.

"What do I want to do?" Rocot sneered, "Of course, destroy everything you have!"

"boom!"

At this moment, the door of the laboratory was suddenly broken open violently, and a group of fully armed soldiers rushed in, led by Claire.

"Stop! Rocot!" Claire roared when she saw this scene.

Rocot slowly turned his head, a cold arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes, like an enraged beast.

"Claire, you're finally here..."

Claire stepped into the laboratory, his black military boots knocking on the metal floor with a dull echo. Behind him, the soldiers with live ammunition quickly spread out and formed a semi-encirclement formation, with the black muzzles of their guns pointed at Rocot in the center of the laboratory.

"Let him go, Rocot. This is not what you should do." Claire's voice was low, with a sense of oppression as if a storm was about to come.

Rocot smiled contemptuously, but his fingers did not loosen their grip on the man in the white coat. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Claire with a playful look, as if he was admiring a trophy that was about to be obtained.

"Claire, you are still the same, always liking to put on this righteous look. Why, seeing your old friend fall into such a state, don't you feel guilty at all?"

The man in the white coat was breathing hard, his face turning liver-colored due to lack of oxygen. He looked at Claire in horror, his eyes filled with a desire to survive.

Claire ignored the white coat man's request for help. His eyes were always fixed on Rocot, with a complex light flashing in his deep eyes. "Guilt? Why should I feel guilty? You brought this upon yourself!"

"You brought this upon yourself?" Rocot laughed as if he had heard some great joke. His laughter was full of irony and sadness. "Claire, do you dare to say that all this has nothing to do with you? Who betrayed me in the first place? Who pushed me into the abyss of no return?"

"Lockold, don't talk about the past anymore." Claire's tone was filled with impatience, "You are no longer the Lord of Darkness. You are just an experiment, a failure!"

"Failure?" Roccod tightened his fingers suddenly, and the man in the white coat groaned in pain. "Claire, do you think you won? Do you think you really have everything under control? I tell you, this is just the beginning! I will make you pay for what you have done, and I will let you watch with your own eyes as everything you cherish disappears!"

There was a crazy fire burning in Rocot's eyes, and his voice was icy cold, as if it came from the devil deep in hell.

Claire suddenly had an uneasy premonition in his heart. He clenched the gun in his hand and shouted: "Lockold, calm down! Your mind has been eroded by the power of darkness. You are no longer yourself!"

"Dark power?" Rocot sneered, "Claire, are you afraid? Are you afraid of the power I control?"

He suddenly threw the man in the white coat in his hand towards the soldiers. The soldiers immediately opened fire. The laser beam cut through the air, but suddenly stopped at the moment when it was about to hit the man in the white coat, as if it was caught by an invisible hand.

"Stop!" Claire yelled, and the soldiers looked at each other and stopped shooting.

Lokod slowly raised his hand, and the laser beams that were stagnant in the air began to reverse direction, turning the muzzles and aiming at the soldiers!

"Claire, do you think these rubbish can stop me?" Roccod's voice was cold and ruthless, as if he was judging everyone's fate. "Today, I will let you see what real power is!"

He clenched his fists tightly, and the laser beams shot at the terrified soldiers like arrows, carrying the breath of death...