Marvel's King of the Undead

When he saw the doctor making the first stab, Wayne subconsciously opened the door without worrying about whether he would be discovered. He could not accept that such inhumane abuse happened in front of his eyes.

However, a rectangular protrusion in the pocket on his chest made him hesitate.

Quickly opening his purse, Wayne took out a chapter that looked like a key card.

After glancing at the sensing area on the door handle, Wayne put the door card up.

"drop"

A soft sound.

The door opened without any hindrance.

Wayne's outfit is the uniform of someone who cleans and cleans the laboratory.

And this torture area happens to be the place where these people responsible for cleaning often visit.

After the door opened, Wayne walked directly in, and then closed the door again with his backhand.

The doctor holding the machete was stunned when he saw Wayne suddenly appearing.

The machete stopped in the air, less than 5 centimeters away from the patient below.

After entering, Wayne could hear the patient's vague moans.

It seemed that his life had come to an end, and even the severe pain could not make him full of strength again, and he let out a loud wail.

The patient didn't look at Wayne. He didn't seem to have the energy to notice that there were three people in the room at this time.

His eyes have begun to roll upward slowly,

The long period of torture had already made him give up hope of survival.

At this time, death was a kind of relief for him, and it was the result of his dream.

"Who are you and who asked you to come here at this time?"

After a brief daze, the doctor came to his senses.

He really hated being interrupted when he was looking for happiness, even if it was a major emergency.

Looking at Wayne's dress, there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

How dare a low-level person who is responsible for cleaning up garbage disturb him at this time? Didn't their superiors tell them not to come over at this time?

The doctor decided to send the cleaner to the research room tomorrow.

"guess who I am"

Wayne pulled his mask down.

The moment the mask was pulled off, a strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.

"Tick, tick, tick."

The iron bed could no longer hold any more blood, and blood began to flow down the edge.

"You are"

The doctor glanced at Wayne's face in confusion.

Although given his status, he didn't know any of the cleaning staff in this base, and he didn't bother to get to know them.

But he knew that there could not be such a young cleaner in this base.

In other words, this boy is an outsider.

"You are not from here"

The doctor reacted instantly and put the knife in his hand between himself and Wayne.

"The response has been pretty good."

Wayne looked at the wary-looking doctor in front of him.

His eyes were as cold as the ice of Antarctica.

"court death"

The doctor with the machete was the first to attack.

With the machete in hand, he felt that he had an absolute advantage.

After all, Wayne is just a teenager pretending to be a janitor, and he doesn't look like a vicious mutant.

The mutants' invasion method should be more direct, such as the one caught before.

Wearing a conspicuous red uniform, he walked to the gate and asked the guard if he had seen his ammunition bag.

Without even looking at the doctor's machete, Wayne punched the doctor away with his backhand, and then fell heavily into the pile of complicated instruments.

Although a doctor's academic achievements may be very impressive, in terms of boxing and kicking skills, even a fat guy who works as a support person can fight ten of them.

Although Wayne controlled his strength, the doctor felt as if he had been hit by a speeding car.

His chest seemed to have been shot through, and the severe pain made every part of his body twitch.

With just one punch, Wayne destroyed all of his ability to move.

Now he is just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Wayne ignored the doctor who was lying aside.

This kind of person can't kill himself even if he is given a knife.

Moreover, thanks to the good sound insulation here, Wayne is not afraid that the movement here will attract other people's attention.

"Are you OK."

Wayne turned to look at the patient lying on the bed.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Wayne fell silent.

He found himself asking a nonsense question,

Not everyone is the same as me,

There is a deep wound on my chest, and my own blood is all over my body. Can I call it okay?

At this time, the patient on the bed finally noticed Wayne's arrival.

The moment he saw the doctor being knocked down, a strange look suddenly appeared in the patient's eyes that were about to turn white.

"Who are you"

His voice was hoarse, and his vocal cords had long been worn out by the endless wailing.

"I'm here to save you."

Wayne helped the patient untie his hands and feet.

He is indeed here to save people;

Before, his goal was to save Wade alone.

And now, he wants to rescue all the people who are being persecuted in the base.

"I can't do it anymore."

The patient sat up on the bed with difficulty.

His face was as white as the spotless snow in winter, and there was almost no blood flowing out of the wound on his chest.

"...If you have any other wishes, tell me and I will help you fulfill them."

After a long silence, Wayne said.

"I...want to kill him"

The man looked at the doctor who was lying on the ground.

The voice was still weak, but there was no doubting the determination in it.

Wayne glanced around the room and picked up the machete the doctor was holding from the ground not far away.

"Give."

Wayne handed the machete to the patient who had stood up tremblingly.

"I don't want to touch this dirty thing."

The patient glanced at the machete and said, the blood that had flowed out earlier slid down his body, turning him into a bloody man.

He had seen this machete many times, but it had always fallen on his companion before.

Today was the first time he came into contact with this machete.

He took two steps towards the doctor. His steps were weak but firm. Now he could be said to be a dead man, supported entirely by his willpower.

"Doesn't matter?"

After walking a few more steps, he suddenly turned back and asked Wayne.

"It doesn't matter what it is"

"I killed him, doesn't it matter?"

The patient said slowly: "He has a very high status. If you capture him alive, you may be able to get more information."

"You'll also be able to save more people."

Looking at the troubled patient, Wayne fell silent again.

"Kill him. I promised you to help you realize your last wish."

After a moment, Wayne replied: "I'm going to get them all out, believe me."

A smile appeared on the patient's face,

Combined with the blood stains all over his body, this smile looked like that of a perverted murderer.

He did not speculate on whether Wayne's promise could be fulfilled.

For those of them who have experienced the darkest days in the world, they are satisfied to have someone who wants to save them.

As for the result,

They don't care,

Anyway, death is just a relief for them.

Rushing forward two steps, the patient looked at the doctor who was very close and rushed forward.

At this moment, he seemed to have come back to his senses.

Without a knife, he used his hands, his feet, his teeth, everything he could use.

Vent all your grievances, despair, and pain on the culprit below you.

The desperate screams sounded again,

Echoing constantly in this small sealed room,

It's like a perfect symphony of revenge.