[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

In the quiet and dark room, there was only the sound of dripping drips.

The slender eyelashes of the young man lying on the bed trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

It was already evening, and the lights in the house were not turned on. The only source of light was the twilight that shone into the house through the mottled glass.

Wyatt had just woken up, and his mind was still a little dazed. He squinted his eyes, trying to figure out where he was now.

"Hanhan, you finally woke up, you've been sleeping all day!"

The voice of the system sounded in Wyatt's mind, and the familiar voice and tone made Wyatt's hazy consciousness gradually return.

"...where am I?"

Wyatt asked, he wanted to turn his head to look around, only to find that his limbs were firmly fixed on the bed board by steel bars, and his neck was also tightly strangled by a ring. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the link on his right arm. I was dripping with the infusion bottle.

This is not like the measures that should be taken to treat patients.

Wyatt's memory only stays in the fact that he was attacked at Tony's house, and a missile was shot at himself and Tony, which was unavoidable, and he tried his best to prevent the missile from approaching.

Then there is no more.

Could it be that he went crazy after losing consciousness?Or was the mutant caught after being exposed?

"There was an attack on Stark's villa. After you lost your strength and passed out, Stark tried to fight back and failed, and then disappeared. You were brought here by the attacker." After Wyatt lost consciousness, the system could still see everything, but it didn't understand Wyatt, who was already in a coma, had no choice but to watch him being taken away.

"This is the future biological laboratory." The system said.

——Although this seemed to be even more bad news, Wyatt quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the enemy imprisoned himself instead of...

and many more?

"Stark is missing?" Wyatt was a little surprised, but then remembered, "I'm still alive, which means that the mission hasn't failed, and he's still alive too—he didn't wear a armor and went directly to the missile?"

The system was silent for a second: "—that is a temporary prototype, and the various systems have not been fully equipped. He disappeared after falling into the sea with the collapsed house."

Wyatt: "…"

Well, at least now I can be sure that my boss is still alive.

Wyatt tried to twist his body twice, and decided to get out of this ghost place first, but the steel bars were extremely hard, and Wyatt's limbs were firmly fixed.

—Maybe I can try that ability myself?

After waking up, Wyatt could clearly feel that his ability seemed to be a little stronger, and that inexplicable sense of power lingered in his body.

Wyatt closed his eyes, feeling the airflow around his body carefully, trying to compress the airflow into a thin sheet, and generate a wind blade to cut off the steel bar in his hand.

Noticing what Wyatt wanted to do, the system couldn't help but say, "Don't waste your time——"

A weak, quick and thin sound sounded, the wind blade slashed across the steel bar, and the steel bar on Wyatt's left hand snapped in response, split into two halves, and fell to the ground with a jingle.

"...I have strength."

Everything happened in an instant, the system didn't hold back, and finished the second half of the sentence in a daze, watching everything its host did in a daze.

This is wrong, shouldn't it be?

"—How did you do it?" The system's voice rose high, full of disbelief.

Wyatt didn't understand why the system was shocked, he blinked: "...That's how it works."

As he said that, the other three steel bars were cut off by the wind blade at the same time.

"Did you forget that I'm a mutant?" Wyatt reminded by the way.

"But..." the voice of the system stuttered, "...but that thing on your neck is a mutant suppressor."

Wyatt: ? ? ?

Wyatt raised his left hand to touch the restraint at the neck, trying to cut it off with the same force of the wind blade.

But this three-finger-wide restraint belt of unknown material is obviously stronger than ordinary steel bars. The few wind blades only left small scratches on its surface, and he is still entangled on Wyatt's neck. follow his actions.

"Try facing the front of the suppressor, where there is a warning light, and it is also its weakest point."

The system reminded after scanning once.

Wyatt controlled the wind blade, cut it hard against the suppressor, and stopped less than a millimeter away from his throat.

The suppressor was finally disconnected, Wyatt's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"...So this is some counterfeit product?"

Wyatt sat up, shook the half of the black suppressor twice, and joked, "Or is it out of power?"

"It shouldn't." The system was a little confused, "After testing, it is in a state of intact and normal operation. It stands to reason that you should not be able to use the mutation ability at all."

"Maybe I'm not a mutant?" Wyatt shrugged indifferently. "Anyway, it's a good thing for the time being. We'll talk about the rest after we leave here—what is this injection?"

Only then did Wyatt have the opportunity to tear off the syringe linked to his right arm.

"Glucose, it is used to supplement your strength and blood when you are unconscious." The system added, "Several tubes of blood have been drawn before you wake up."

——This matter seems a little serious.

Regardless of whether he is a mutant or not, if this ability does not come out of thin air, there will always be some clues found in the blood gene sample.

Wyatt frowned.

At least not for the time being.

"This is the future biological laboratory, which means that the superpower is indeed related to this place-how did they find Tony's residence?"

Wyatt straightened his mind and asked suddenly.

"His address has not been announced to the public, and Tony's appearance at the scene was also his temporary decision. How could they lock the target and send a helicopter so quickly—that corpse has a tracking device?"

But Wyatt immediately vetoed it: "No, the explosion caused by him is a full 3000 degrees, and everything within 12 yards will evaporate immediately. It is impossible for the tracking device to continue to be used."

System: "Maybe you should take a look at this."

When Wyatt was unconscious, the system had already done its homework.

The screen was erected in front of Wyatt, showing Wyatt a secret document, and the first line read "Desperate Project" neatly in bold font.

"Project Desperate?" Wyatt read out, a little confused.

Wyatt quickly browsed through this information, or a plan.

The Future Biological Laboratory has created a product called Extremis Virus, which can strengthen the human body's ability, repair its own damaged body, strengthen the human body function to make it reach its peak, and can generate extremely high heat to melt Everything becomes extremely strong fighting power.

Military use can improve the country's strength by more than one level, and civilian use can benefit the whole society and heal countless disabled people who have suffered irreversible injuries.

In short, it's a great project.

If it is really as good as it says in the plan.

The system invaded the network of the future biological laboratory and found the experimental scene recorded.

Wyatt saw the somewhat familiar face—the psychic who caused the fire in Brooklyn.

In the video, he is without arms, sitting on a chair facing the camera.

"Are you ready?" the voice off-camera asked.

"Get ready." The man in the camera said, the look in his eyes was not the one that Wyatt had seen before, but the kind that saw a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

This is called the desperate plan, which seems quite appropriate.

"We will inject you with the Extremis virus on a regular basis, but this may have some dangers, and those who cannot control it will be eliminated."

The voice outside the camera continued: "But if you succeed, you will leave this crippled body and end your useless second half of your life. You will become a new generation of evolved humans, with the most perfect body in the world, the strongest healthy body."

There was a hint of bewitchment in the voice, and the man in the camera nodded.

Then the screen changed and came to a laboratory.

Five people with more or less physical disabilities were fixed on five moving iron beds, and researchers in white coats injected a tube of medicine into each of their arms.

"Phase [-] injection trial," said the voice-over.

Then there is the waiting time.

Painful and ferocious expressions began to appear on the faces of the five people, the skin was cracked, and a faint red light was revealed in the gaps, and new limbs began to grow gradually from the residual limbs.

It was the same as the situation of the superpower at the scene of the fire.

And suddenly the man on the far right started to roar loudly, his whole body writhed on the bed, the steel bars that restrained him were slightly cracked, and the red light emitted from his body became more and more intense.

"—He's out of control, get out of here, get out of here! Take them out!"

The camera began to shake irregularly, and the other four people were pushed away, while the person holding the camera kept away while still filming the scene of the out-of-control person from a distance.

There was a roar, and red light filled the entire screen.

A violent explosion serves as the end of the entire video material.

"So this is a product that can easily get out of control?" Wyatt rubbed his chin and commented, "And yesterday's esper is a finished product?"

System: "No, he is also considered a defective product, or there is no finished product. The Extremis virus will affect the human brain, and the character of the affected person will become increasingly cruel, and this seems to have not been resolved."

Wyatt frowned: "This experiment has already violated many regulations in the process. It is not allowed to use people to do this kind of experiment in the United States—and it seems that the consequences are serious. If it is reported to the US government/government, Let them stop this experiment from continuing, and the Brooklyn crisis will be solved?"

System: "It's actually not that simple."

As he spoke, the screen changed, and a contract popped up.

A future biolab contract with the US military.

Future Biolabs has promised that its experiment has been completed, and the Extremis virus will serve as a bridge between the lab and the military as a completed product that has been successfully completed.

The military will send [-] soldiers as a preliminary transaction to be injected with the Extremis virus and become new humans with high combat capabilities.

"...One hundred?!" Wyatt's eyes widened.

If this agreement is completed, a hundred out-of-control soldiers with Extremis virus capabilities will rampage, even if the entire Avengers come to six people, they will not be able to stop the scene.

"When does this plan start?" Wyatt asked with wide-eyed eyes.

System: "Two hours later."

Wyatt took a deep breath, but there was still time to stop.

"Call out the map here." Wyatt said as he rolled over and got out of bed.

The screen switched to the flat map here, shrunk down to a size large enough for Wyatt to see clearly, hanging in his line of sight.

"boom--"

Just when Wyatt was about to start researching where he should start, the door was suddenly knocked open.

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