[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

As it turns out, Strack isn't crazy enough to eat mutant flesh raw—but that's not too far off.

The hardworking workers neatly stacked the mutants transported by carts in a corner, and the fireman sitting on the ground smoking not far away stroked him.

"Stop busy, come and smoke a cigarette?"

The worker wiped his sweat with a towel hanging around his neck: "Shouldn't we deal with them first? After the workshop opens, there will be no high-pressure furnace to cremate them."

The fireman spit out a smoke ring: "Are you new here?"

"how do you know?"

"Because anyone who's worked here for a while knows that. These mutants are also part of the fuel."

The worker showed a surprised expression: "Why?"

"This is Ms. Cecillo's order."

Seeing that the worker still looked blank, the burner couldn't take it anymore and said, "Don't be so naive, buddy, that will make you look like a fool."

The door of the energy room was pushed open while the two were chatting, and a researcher in a white coat with a big belly walked in from the outside.

The fireman put out his cigarette immediately, and went up to him: "Oh, Mr. Lund, what brought you here?"

"I heard that you shipped a batch of goods over this morning." The researcher skillfully took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and slapped it on the burner's chest, "Can you let me have a look?"

"Of course, welcome anytime!"

The fireman pushed the workers away graciously, and began to rummage through the pile of mutants.

"Look at this, Mr. Lund, this should be quite fresh."

"He looked like a charred shrimp."

"What about this one, her limbs are healthy, only a small piece of her chest was electrocuted, haha, the electric grid also gave her an eight-pack abs. And this one, his condition should look the best—— Oh my God, he's still alive!"

Hearing this exclamation, the researcher's eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly, and frowned in disappointment when he saw the blue monster dragged out by the tail of the pyrotechnician: "This looks very bad taste ah."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

The researcher thought about it for a while, and finally said: "Okay, you can chop me whatever you want, don't kill me, maybe I will come again next time."

"no problem."

The workers next to them turned pale instantly after hearing their conversation, and the person involved, the blue-skinned monster whose tail was pulled, was even more stunned on the spot.

He never seemed to have thought that one day he would become "food" in others' mouths.

He began to struggle, the newly healed wound burst and bled again, he tried to use his ability, but nothing happened, he was still the little blue lamb who was grabbed by the tail and let others slaughter him.

Those dark amber eyes became frightened and desperate when the fireman approached with a shiny knife.

Knife up and down.

"Stop!"

However, this reminder was not as fast as the knife. The sharp blade slashed heavily on the long tail, blood splashed out, and the owner of the tail let out a painful cry.

The fireman looked at the tail with only half of the bone cut off, and cursed.

The young man who suddenly appeared in the energy room was wearing a white robe representing the identity of a researcher, but he didn't have his name tag or star rating on his chest. He looked like a researcher with a lower level than Lund.

The fireman held the knife and said arrogantly, "You probably don't know how impolite it is to interrupt other people's work?"

"Work? If you are the person in charge of the energy room." Daize glanced at the Lund researcher who seemed to be dead since he came in, then looked at the fireman, "I don't remember you Other work."

The fireman wanted to say something more, but Dazzle didn't want to hear it.

"Lund."

Scared Researcher Lund: "Professor Dai, Dai Ze."

This time, he turned into the fireman in shock: "Professor?" He looked at this young man in his early twenties in disbelief, "He, he is—"

"If this is the reason why the death rate of the experimental subjects in your department has been high all year round, I would not have approved the research application for you in the first place."

Lund's fat face was covered with cold sweat: "Professor, I, you listen to my explanation."

Dai Ze pushed his glasses: "No need, I'm nearsighted but I'm not blind, I can see. You."

He raised his chin at the silent worker next to him.

The honest-looking worker pointed his finger at his nose in flattery: "Me, me?"

"Come and help me carry him outside on the stretcher."

"Ok sir."

Before leaving, Daize gave Lund a meaningful look, and managed to make the researcher who was about to come up to explain stand still, not daring to go forward.

The little blue man was badly hurt.

The severe pain caused him to fall into a coma again. He lay on the stretcher carried by the rescue robot and kept trembling. Upstairs to the researcher, leaving shocking bloodstains behind.

After successfully sending the wounded to the private laboratory in his room, Dazzle ordered the two rescue robots: "Clean up the blood along the road, and then let Litander come over with my HK30 reagent, immediately, immediately."

Dutiful little robot: "Yes, sir, yes, sir."

Daize looked at the injured mutant on the test bench, and pressed the center of his eyebrows with a headache.

Electric injuries, cuts, these are relatively new scars on his body.In addition, there are burns, sequelae of strong muscle corrosive agents, and unique radial pinholes left on his neck after being injected with mental paralyzing agents. He even saw large areas of suture marks on his limbs.

Well, this fits Strack's experimental style very well.

Dazzle felt that compared to him, those human experiments in his laboratory were like child's play.

Assistant Litander rushed over with the reagent immediately after receiving the news from Daize. The HK30 reagent is a highly compound self-healing agent made from the self-healing factor in Hancock's body. After two doses of injections, the little blue skin monster that had been activated by the Mutant Evil Molecule in its body entered a long process of self-healing.

At this time, the smart bracelet received a call request from Yelena.

Daze ordered his assistant: "Bandage his wound, and let the rescue machine move him to the bed in the second bedroom."

"Yes Professor."

Connected to the second-generation widow's smart bracelet, Dai Ze looked at Yelena's face on the virtual light screen, took a deep breath and said, "I know what you want to ask, it is indeed like that."

Yelena said "ohhh" without distraction at all: "How are you going to explain it to the doctor?"

"I have taken a fancy to the ability of that experimental subject, can it work? His ability is very practical, and the level is not low."

"This is already the third abandoned experimental subject you rescued from him this month with the same excuse."

"That's nothing. Who told that cheapskate to lock up all the experimental subjects with abilities above level three in the institute in his laboratory, and the experimental subjects assigned to me were all weaklings, except for Hancock, who I got it in the name of Mr. Red Skull."

"Oh, that's right, with the doctor's arrogant personality, he probably only thinks that you are a bit embarrassing to the Red Skull. Do you know what Mr. Crossbones calls you behind your back?"

"what?"

"Professor Scavengers."

"...There seems to be nothing wrong."

Yelena curled her lips: "It seems that I don't have any burritos for lunch."

Dai Ze couldn't help but said: "You have mentioned it to me three times today, burrito, you make me feel that I am just a pancake in your eyes."

Yelena: "No way, who let Strucker have a Michelin three-star chef, while Crossbones and I only have a professor who can spread the pie."

After Professor Scavengers, there is a new title of Professor Dai Ze: "...you say that I won't even add eggs to you."