[Zhongyingmei] That snake

An unmanned car rushed out from the fork, the bright lights were turned on, and the lights and the car rushed towards Oliver.

The thin icy road made the car crooked, but the speed did not slow down, and the rear wheel slipped and lay horizontally in the middle of the road.

He didn't have time to brake, and tried to avoid it, but the front of the motorcycle lost control and slammed into the door of the car. The side glass of the car split like a broken spider web from the bottom to the top with the force of the impact from the steel front.

Shards of glass rushed forward like a splash, and Oliver nearly lost all sanity after rushing out of Scotland Yard, the speed and the icy road against him.

Oliver's body flew forward, but the car stopped him and gave a blow to the abdominal organs. Clothes wrapped in fine shards of glass and the human body rolled around the roof of the car and was thrown to the other side of the asphalt road. side.

The car turned sideways, and the high temperature brought by the friction almost melted the ice, leaving black marks on the ground where the tires and asphalt rubbed against each other.

Oliver minimized the pain and slowed down the wound healing.He could smell the smell of gasoline, and the sound of sparks splashing was also in his ears. The fuel tank of the motorcycle could not withstand the huge impact and the instantaneous high temperature, and it exploded into several parts in the sudden white light.

Oliver closed his eyes tightly to escape the blinding white light.

He has to pretend to be dizzy, but he can't be too dizzy, and the speed of wound healing can't be too fast or too slow. He needs to be visible to the naked eye to make Hydra interested in his abilities, and he needs to be unable to "wake up" before entering the base. come over".

For the sake of the Red Skull, Oliver hoped that the Hydra operatives would move faster, the car was probably about to blow up.

The choking smell of smoke gradually overwhelmed the smell of gasoline, but thankfully someone was approaching, and there was the sound of guns and special operations suits rubbing against each other.

"The mission target has been found." The team leader's voice was very low, probably because of wearing a mask, Oliver guessed.

His index finger is slightly curled up, and the fingernails are touching the ground. Acting must be more realistic, he is not dead yet.

The soles of the boots rattled the hood of the car, and one of the team members approached and stuck a needle in Oliver's neck.

Oliver lost consciousness for a moment, but his body instinctively defeated the medicine that was trying to suppress brain activity.

But this injection also slowed down the bleeding of his wound, it is estimated that it is a drug developed by Hydra to control severely injured prisoners.

As a terrorist organization with a long history, Hydra's technology has always been at the forefront of the world.

Hydra member Oliver carried a truck. When the truck drove away from the maximum detection distance of the surveillance head at the intersection, the surveillance screen of the police station a few kilometers away finally stopped the annoying noise and snowflakes.

The fat policeman who simply ran out to buy a box of donuts and coffee because of the noise was almost scared to pee by the car explosion on the surveillance screen when he came back.

He just went to buy a donut!Not a round noose!

WaitaMinute, there seems to be his license plate number on the debris of the motorcycle next to him. Didn't that guy James secretly ride his motorcycle to Scotland Yard? What the ****!

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After the truck turned seven or eight times, Oliver finally lost his way on the unfamiliar map of London, but the red dot marking his position kept flashing on Sherlok's computer screen, and the blue and red dim light reflected on Sherlok On the pale skin, the quiet morgue was even more eerie, Molly felt that she needed to go out and be quiet, only John stood very stiffly among the corpses.

Mr. Military Doctor is not afraid of corpses, but his respect for the dead prevents him from sitting cross-legged on the mortuary table like Sherlok holding a computer.

The locator was pulled out of John by Sherlok. According to him, it was put on John by a small employee of the British government, for the safety of the two tenants of 221b Baker Street.

Sherlok didn't remind his cohabitant before this, after all, he would sometimes find John through this locator.

To prevent Hydra's inspection from finding the locator, Oliver stuffed it between the bones.

"How's the situation now?" John rubbed his hands, it was really cold in the morgue.

"He stopped." There was a gleam in Sherlok's eye.

Hydra member Oliver loaded a cart into a two-story building.The outside of the building is desolate enough, there is only a not-so-expansive field and a piece of withered and yellow weeds.

The cart is a bit like the rolling platform used to transport patients in hospitals. Oliver couldn't open his eyes, so he could barely judge by touch. First, he hadn't entered the center of the base and dared not expose rashly, but the blood on his face glued his upper and lower eyelashes and eyelids together, and what his pupils saw was A piece of red.

Most of the Hydra team left in separate files when they reached the gate, and only five people guarded him as he entered the building.

A very, very disgusting building.

If the breath left on the cart made Oliver feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, then when the iron door opened, the countless clear but intertwined and interpenetrating human body signals almost made him have a splitting headache.

The smell of blood, the stench, the chill of the freezer... These are just the most superficial resistance to the superficial senses.

As for the rest of the information, even if Oliver didn't have to list out the knowledge in his mind one by one, the intense despair, pain, repentance... almost made him fall into a kind of madness.

But he didn't. He divided consciousness or the control of brain nerves into two layers. The first layer only belongs to rational and calm judgments.

The given command controls the bodily behaviour; but the other layer belongs only to the emotions, to himself alone.

Nuoda’s factory was divided into rows of compartments used as operating rooms. The doctors in charge of harvesting organs were busy day after day like worker bees, while the “providers” of organs were captured from all over the place. It is mainly in the UK, and occasionally, due to the special requirements of customers, some "resources" from the European continent are contacted, or waste products that can be recycled in the laboratories on several floors underground.

Oliver was pushed into the elevator, and the weightlessness let him know that the elevator was going down, running deep underground.

The almost frightening circle of information moved away from him for a while, and Oliver could only feel the messages of a few guards at a considerable distance.

The one on the ground should be the organ trafficking organization, and the one below is the Hydra laboratory.

This organ trafficking organization does not appear as a cover for an underground laboratory in any sense. After all, once their illegal activities are exposed, the eyes of the society and the government will only accelerate the development of deeper organizations. exposed.

Therefore, Oliver prefers that this organization is simply earning a little money while working hard to dispose of waste for the laboratory.You must know that for such a large organization as Hydra, it is impossible to rely entirely on force to rob or threaten a few rich people to inject capital. Occasionally, it will sell some relatively peaceful technology and arms, and do such things.

However, compared with the laboratory, the funds and hardware facilities of the small workshop are far inferior. The buildings on the ground are shivering in the cold winter of London, but the temperature underground is always maintained at 21 degrees Celsius.

The wheels of the cart stopped, and a glare from a shadowless lamp hit Oliver's brow wrinkled in pain.

"Dr. Lawrence, the mission objective is here." The team leader said respectfully.

"Understood, go back and do the mission report." A middle-aged man's voice sounded.

When the sound of leather boots gradually receding and was finally blocked by the sound of the iron door closing, Lawrence's assistant cut off his shirt and pasted various monitoring instruments on Oliver's body, and wiped Oliver's face with special drugs. of blood.

Seriously, the drug hurts more than alcohol doused on the wound, and Oliver can still feel the pain even if he's toned it down.As a mutant with self-healing ability, he felt that he should cooperate with the expression of gradually waking up from the coma enduring the pain, which also made his next actions more natural.

For example, when Dr. Lawrence opened his eyes before making the first cut, he flipped off the operating table recklessly. The force from his muscles tore off the lines of all the monitoring instruments attached to his body, and the force even made several monitors. The machine crashed to the ground, flashing arcs and sparks.

Dr. Lawrence was pulled away by the assistant at the first moment, and it was only then that Oliver could observe him carefully with his eyes instead of just his voice.

He was a middle-aged man of medium build, even though there was a sudden change on the test bench, he seemed very calm, he just silently pushed behind the assistants and guards, watching everything with those gloomy eyes without saying a word.

Oliver doesn't plan to deal with this doctor for the time being, God, he just sneaked in and doesn't need to escape in a hurry, but he doesn't plan to send experimental materials to Hydra either.

He was like a person with slightly more tenacious vitality than ordinary people. After barely defeating a few Hydra soldiers who rushed up, he fell to his knees on the ground under the double pressure of medicine and pain, panting heavily, sweating smoothly. His forehead slid down and flowed over his firm chest, which was still stained with reddish-brown blood.

Oliver put his arms on the ground, forcing himself not to fall, while raising his eyes angrily to Dr. Lawrence, who was protected in the crowd.

Lawrence had seen this look too many times, lowering his head and patiently wiping the slender scalpel.

A Hydra soldier's electric shock baton hit him on the back, and the scorched black mark quickly appeared, with the smell of white smoke and burnt flesh. Oliver snorted, controlled his twitching and trembling body and threw the soldier down all at once Falling to the ground, the electric current passed to the poor cannon fodder soldier, and he let out a tragic scream.

Oliver is not afraid of electric shocks, remember that living things carry a weak electric current?Thanks to the support of Dr. Xiao’s physics theory, by mobilizing these weak biological currents, Oliver has the ability to prevent high-intensity currents from disturbing his actions.

However, the play needs to be played well.

Dr. Lawrence grew impatient. "Turn on the electromagnetic field."

The assistants took their positions calmly, and activated the magnetic field against the mutants in the sound of instructions.This is a laboratory for studying mutants, and all the equipment for controlling mutants is readily available.

This time it was Oliver's turn to let out a hoarse roar, like an old male lion who had been kicked out of the pride and finally surrendered under the siege of humans, and he passed out.

No one said a word in the laboratory for a long time, until an assistant said with a humble questioning tone: "Doctor?"

"Put him in room 1520, observe and record the wound healing, and turn on the electromagnetic field after the wound is basically healed." Lawrence walked out of the laboratory quickly.

"Do you want to continue to study him? He doesn't seem to be special, and his self-healing ability is just... Barely passed. The information sent back before was too exaggerated." A female researcher following him asked.

"Mary, I don't care about his self-healing ability. There are a lot of mutants with this ability and medicines to speed up healing. What I need is his danger warning ability, which is more reliable than those spells and divinations." Spectrum hazard warning capabilities.”

The researcher named Mary didn't speak anymore, she was seriously thinking about the reaction of the test subject just now.Being able to instinctively fight back in such a serious injury and coma situation is indeed a very valuable research subject.