Middle-earth Raiders Full Plan

"Anila, hurry up, or you won't be able to catch the school bus." Her mother's urging voice came from the door.

"Come right away!" The teenage girl hurriedly stuffed bread and cereal into her mouth, picked up her schoolbag and ran to the door, her cheeks still puffy.

"Ah, really." The woman looked at the school bus that had turned into a small yellow dot, and sighed helplessly, "Today, I can only let Dad take you off."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, Dad is going to take Colin to the kindergarten, so it happens to be on the way." Anila shrugged, bent down and looked at the little boy next to her with a smile. "Good morning, Colin!"

Three or four-year-old Colin blinked and looked at his sister, and raised his hand to wipe the bread crumbs from the corner of Anila's mouth.

Anila touched Colin's head contentedly: "I like Colin the most."

"Okay, okay, you two are brothers and sisters, and you don't see each other when you look up every day, and you still get tired of it all day long." The woman opened the door with a gentle smile, "Hurry up, Dad is already outside Waiting for you."

"Okay, then we—" Anila held Colin's hand, before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by an explosion from outside the door.

The woman's face turned pale in an instant, and she rushed out of the door in a panic, too shocked by the scene outside the door to speak.

What should have been a small car is now only a pile of coke, billowing thick smoke, what will happen to the people in the car is no need to think about it.

A man dressed in police uniform walked towards the stunned family. He looked calm, and it seemed that what was burnt was just an egg pancake instead of a big living person.

"Good morning, ma'am." He nodded to the woman. "Let me introduce myself. I am a staff member of the Trask Laboratory."

"Trask Laboratory?" The woman asked with a blank look in her eyes, "What is that?"

"Simply put, it is an organization that seeks out and eliminates mutants around us for the sake of human safety," the man explained.

"Mutant?" The woman's lips trembled, "You mean my husband is a mutant? You must be mistaken, he can't—"

"I'm afraid he is." The man interrupted the woman resolutely, "We have ample evidence for this, and you may feel that there is nothing different about him from a human being, which is normal, because he is a brain." Manipulator."

The woman couldn't speak a word, tears kept pouring out.

"So most of your memories are likely to be false, but please don't worry, you will be safe from now on." The person said kindly.

"I, I understand." The woman's face was bloodless, "Is there anything else? If not, please leave."

"Oh, there is indeed one more thing." The man's words were no less than the voice of a demon to the family, "Since your husband is a mutant, please let me check your children, if it is determined that they have The mutant genes should be eliminated as soon as possible."

"No! I don't agree!" The woman screamed hysterically, holding Anila and Colin tightly with each other, "You can't touch my child! You can't!"

"Please cooperate, ma'am." The man didn't even frown, the woman's protest was of no use to him, "It's just a simple scan."

It was indeed just a simple scan, and it took only a few seconds—for the mother and child, it seemed like a century—and the result came out.

"Ah, yes." The man looked at the blinking red light on the inspection instrument, "Congratulations, ma'am, your son doesn't have any genes that show signs of mutation."

The woman's complexion did not become better because of this sentence, but turned paler: "You mean Anila..."

"I regret to tell you that there is a good chance she will become a mutant in the future, so I think we have to take her."

"Don't!" The woman tightened her arms around Anila, "Please, we won't tell anyone that she is a mutant, we won't do anything bad, let us go, please .”

"I'm not a mutant, I'm not!" Extreme fear made Anila's mind go blank, and she could only instinctively cling to the woman's clothes.

"Maybe not now." The man said mercilessly, "but we want to eliminate all possibilities, so please cooperate, ma'am."

"No, I won't let you take my daughter away." The woman shook her head firmly, "As long as I'm still alive, you don't want to take her away."

For a moment, Anila's heart miraculously calmed down. She almost thought that as long as she hid in her mother's arms forever, this man would eventually give up and take her away.

But the next minute, the woman pushed her away.

"Please don't force us to use violence." The man said, "We will take this girl away at all costs. Please let her go."

"Unless I die," the woman replied.

"It doesn't matter that you're dead," said the man, "but what about your son? Don't you only care about your daughter?"

The woman's hand loosened.

In this man's eyes, she couldn't see any pity for their mother and child. Maybe he would really kill the three of them on the spot without blinking an eye. She was willing to sacrifice her life for her daughter, but her What about son Colin?

Colin is innocent and can live. Will she give up her normal son for a mutant daughter?

The woman let go of Anila slowly, and put her arms around Colin together.

Anila's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Mom." Anila reached out to the woman with tears in her eyes, begging and longing in her eyes.

But the woman lowered her head and stopped responding to her.

"..."

Anila was not killed on the spot, but was taken into a car and transported to the Trask laboratory.

Before leaving, Anila turned her head and saw her mother holding Colin and walking slowly towards the house, her back seemed to be ten years older than yesterday.

But Anila didn't move much, she just stared at little Colin.

If it weren't for Colin, wouldn't mother have been protecting herself to the end?

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The sound of the iron door opening made Anila, who had been curled up in a corner, involuntarily flinch.

Anila has been huddled in this place since she was sent to the Trask POW camp, eating very little, sleeping very lightly, talking to no one, and no one talked to her.This place is like a slaughterhouse. Every few days, people are pulled out, and few can come back. Even a fool knows his future fate, and the sound of the iron gate opening is undoubtedly the mutant of all the people who are locked here. People's nightmare.

And this time bad luck befalls Anila.

"Come out on the 54th." The person outside the door said to the person inside, but no one responded.

"Come out on the 54th." The person outside the door repeated.

Anila's pupils dilated with fear. No. 54 was none other than her number in the POW camp.

Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and the woman next to her noticed Anila's abnormal behavior and whispered to her, "Don't be afraid."

At this sentence, Anila's tears flowed out uncontrollably. "Help me." She let out a desperate whimper.

The woman gave Anila a deep look and stood up.

Anila almost thought that this woman would go out instead of her, and just wanted to stop——

"Number 54 is here," the woman said, and pushed Anila out.

Why?Obviously we are all victims, so it’s fine if you don’t help me, why do you want to kill me?

Anila stared blankly at the mutants, and there was no sympathy or guilt in their eyes, only the rejoicing of having escaped a catastrophe or the emptiness of numbness.

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"Dr. Stryker, delivered on the 54th."

"Hmm." Stryker adjusted his glasses and responded casually. He didn't take a look at Anila until he finished the report in his hand, and let out a "tsk" sound bored.

"Is it the ability to heal itself again?" He said rather boringly.

"What? I don't!" Anila hurriedly defended herself, "I'm not a mutant, and I don't have any special abilities!"

"Oh, don't you realize it?" Stryker looked at Anila again, "How long have you been here?"

"Seven days, six hours, 25 minutes and 51 seconds." Before she could react, the exact time had blurted out, and Anila herself was taken aback.

Dr. Stryker was obviously taken aback, too. "Do you still remember the time?"

In the Trask prisoner-of-war camp, it is impossible to distinguish between day and night, because there are no windows and no clocks. Most people will turn black and white upside down within two or three days of being locked up here, and completely lose the concept of time.To them, this second is no different from the previous or the next.

Stryker finally has some interest in Anila - although Anila is not flattered by it. "You must not know what you look like now," he said, handing Anila a mirror.

Anila took it hesitantly, hesitated for a few seconds, and then looked into the mirror.

"This—" She opened her eyes wide in surprise.

The person in the mirror can’t tell that after staying in this concentration camp for a week, her cheeks are still plump, her face is still rosy, and her hair is still smooth. Only those dim eyes can make people feel that she has suffered mentally during this week. devastated.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Stryker's face appeared in the mirror, "Even so, don't you admit that you are a mutant?"

Anila was still in a daze.

"Then, based on a preliminary judgment, your ability should be slow metabolism and precise control of time." Stryker kept recording, paused, and involuntarily aimed at Anila's chest, " Also, your body is quite well developed... I said, are you really only 14 years old?"

"Of course, this isn't limited to mutants, is it?" Anila subconsciously protected her chest, her face flushed.

"It's not uncommon at that size, but it's amazing to be able to reach this point at 14 years old." Stryker replied solemnly.

"……"rogue.

"Now, we need to verify to what extent your self-healing ability has reached." Stryker took off his eyes and wiped them, "To be honest, this ability is not uncommon, and many mutants have a certain amount of rapid healing ability , if your self-healing ability is not as good as others, then there is no need for us to continue the experiment."

Maybe it was because the conversation with Stryker just now was too relaxed, Anila unconsciously let down her vigilance: "So, how do we verify it?"

Stryker didn't answer the question at all, just produced the scalpel.

Anila immediately sensed that something was wrong, but before she could take any measures, the two guards who had been standing at the door of the laboratory quickly grabbed her hands and feet and firmly fixed her on the operating table.

Stryker swiftly undid a few buttons of Anila's prison uniform, and stabbed the knife in Anila's left abdomen without blinking.

Anila's pupils shrank suddenly, and before the screams took shape, she couldn't help retching, but because there was nothing in her stomach, she only spat out a mouthful of blood.

"For wounds of this magnitude, some mutants can fully heal in just two minutes and seven seconds." Stryker didn't even look at Anila, but kept staring at the clock on the wall, "Come on, fight for it." Let your wounds heal within 2 minutes or you are worthless."

"..." Anila's face was covered with tears and blood, and she couldn't even cry out in pain.

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"It's been 3 minutes." Stryker looked at his watch expressionlessly, then glanced at Anila again, a little disappointed, "Let's not say he's fully healed, it seems like he has no intention of recovering at all."

Anila was panting violently, and she could feel a lot of blood flowing out of the wound when she moved her body a little.

"However, it's a skill to not be unconscious until now." Stryker glanced at Anila one last time, "But we don't need this ability, let's deal with it." After finishing speaking, he walked out the door.

The two guards who had been standing aside came over, and one of them took out a syringe, the tip of which reflected in the strong light.

"You, what are you going to do?" Anila opened her eyes wide in horror, feeling that it was not a good thing, "What is that?"

The two looked at her emotionlessly, and one of them said, "Don't worry, there will be no pain."

Anila froze for a second, then struggled like crazy. "Let me go!" she screamed in terror, ignoring the gash in her abdomen that was ripped further by the violent action.

As expected, those two people still continued their movements, Anila was like a slaughtered animal to them, just struggling to die.

Feeling the needle piercing her skin, Anila was almost desperate. She slowly closed her eyes and stopped resisting.

However, just when those two people thought they had completed the task and untied Anila to drag them away, the man on the operating table suddenly opened his eyes, and the anger in his eyes was like crackling and exploding flames. Before the two of them could react, everything was over.

Stryker stopped suddenly, turned around and ran towards the laboratory, and kicked open the door of the laboratory without hesitation.

The scene inside the door seemed to have changed.The operating table that should have been covered in blood was clean, the research report that should have been full of words was blank, the two people who should have been standing in the room were nowhere to be seen, and the experimental subject who should have died was half kneeling on the ground. Slowly raised his head, looking at him like a lion shot by a human looking at a hunter.

Stryker looked at the frantically spinning clock on the wall and pushed his glasses. "So that's it, is it time to go back?"

Anila thought she could finally get revenge, but—

I can't move my body!Anila's body froze suddenly, and the flames in her eyes quickly went out.

"Didn't you think so?" Stryker knew that Anila couldn't speak now, and explained for her empathetically, "I'm also a mutant."

Then, why...

"It's because I'm a mutant that I understand," Stryker's eyes flashed with sadness, "It's better for mutants not to exist in this world."

Is this why you do these things?asshole!Beast!

"But all my previous conclusions about you have to be overturned." Stryker slowly approached Anila, with a crazy smile blooming from the corner of his mouth, "Your abilities are really interesting."

The light in Anila's eyes finally went out completely.

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