"Doctor, I think you'd better come with me now." Peter pulled Dr. Connors to the observation room of the live experiment.
The iron cage that had been used to hold two mice in the laboratory had been destroyed. The table was in a mess and blood could be seen vaguely.
Gavin stood by and looked a little shaken. "Doctor, I think you'd better look at this first!" Peter came to the side with some doubts from Dr. Connors.
The body of a little white mouse was lying there quietly. Next to it was a straight rat lizard. This rat-shaped lizard is five times larger than the average white mouse.
Thick leg muscles, sharp claws and blood-red eyes, all of which warn others that it is not easy to provoke!
"Oh, my God! What is this! "Dr. Connors said in surprise. The rat-shaped lizard was locked in a sturdier iron cage. This iron cage was usually used to imprison larger animals, such as wolfhounds and the like.
"This is a white mouse we experimented with before." Peter's tone was a little depressed. "He suddenly mutated and became like this."
"The power becomes greater, stronger. And it was more bloody. It killed its companion. "Peter's words struck Dr. Connors like lightning. "Doctor, I think we failed the experiment."
"Oh." Dr. Connors groaned and suddenly he thought of the serum that Tim had taken away. "Oh, my God, I have to stop him!"
"Stop what? Doctor? "Peter didn't understand what Dr. Connors was talking about.
"Tim, he took a serum for a human test." Dr. Connors strode to his office and explained to Peter.
"What? How dare he! Our live animal tests haven't been successful yet! "Peter felt an unprecedented anger. He was involved in the serum.
If innocent people were killed because of this serum, then he is also responsible!
"This is Dr. Connors. Put me through to Mr. Tim." Dr. Connors dialed the company's switchboard platform.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Connors. Mr. Tim is in a meeting with the board of directors and can't answer your phone at the moment." It was Tim's secretary who answered the phone.
"Tim hasn't left the Osborne Building yet?" Dr. Connors breathed a sigh of relief. "When will the meeting end?"
"I'm not sure, because the time of the hearing is not fixed. If you need to talk to Mr. Tim, I'll call you when he comes back," the secretary said.
"Okay, thank you. Please let me know as soon as Tim returns. Tell him that Dr. Connors has something very important to talk to him. "Dr. Connors said and hung up the phone.
"How's the doctor?" Peter asked from the side. "Tim hasn't had time to leave the company. Thank God he's still in time." Dr. Connors and Peter were relieved.
However, they did not know that the dangerous serum was on its way to the Disabled Veterans Hospital.
In the private hospital of the Stanich family, Chameleon Reid finally woke up today. Blue and Smith, who got the news, came to the hospital.
The two of them didn't come to the hospital just to visit Reid. For mercenaries who only cared about money, companions were important, but they weren't inseparable. If they could place a flower on your tombstone after you died, you would be the best friend.
"The kid named Nightcrawler has the ability to fight in smoke." The first thing Reid said when he saw Blue was to reveal Li Jie's ability.
"He is very cunning, and they are not two people, but three people." Reid just woke up and his voice was a little weak. "There is a strange guy in a red tights who can find me hiding."
"He can also spray something like spider silk, which can entangle people. It's also very fast. "Reid said laboriously. "And the most powerful one was still that Night Walker. He was the one who single-handedly killed more than 30 experts with weapons. He is also very good at throwing knives and fighting techniques. "
"Ordinary Mutants might not be able to defeat him even if they have great strength. It's like he's been specially trained. He's a Mutant Warrior who's been through hundreds of battles!" Reid gritted his teeth when he said the last sentence.
After all, Reid almost died in the hands of Li Jie. He hated Li Jie very much. She was right to say that Li Jie was a warrior who had been through hundreds of battles. After all, he had died so many times in the Training Space and gained a lot of combat experience. The only thing that was not right was that Li Jie was not a mutant.
Blue and Smith looked at each other silently and saw the worry in each other's eyes. "Looks like the Stanich Family will have to pay a little more," Bru said expressionlessly as he stroked his chin.
The Bronx, New York, was known as the kitchen of hell. It had the highest crime rate in the United States.
It was where African-Americans and Latinos lived. It was also the area with the highest unemployment rate in New York. There were large areas of undeveloped wasteland, which was unbelievable in New York where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.
This was because arson and even explosions were common in this area. The criminals in Brooklyn were like little brothers in this area.
Even the most despicable gangs didn't want to develop in this area because there was no profit to be made here. It was even possible that the criminals' drugs and weapons would be stolen by the residents here.
This was how scary this place was! The New York Disabled Veterans Hospital was located in this area. The hospital was sponsored by the Osborne Group, which had a lot of cooperation with the military.
All of the hospital's expenses were paid by the Osborne Group. The Osborne Group used this method to build a good reputation for being a philanthropist, patriotic, and military supporter.
The hospital was full of unspeakable transactions, but few people knew about it. The Chameleon Reid was once a patient here. Many of his former comrades were here.
They had shed blood on the battlefield for this country, but after losing their value, they had no place to go. He could only watch himself gradually die here. Or they would become wooden people who no longer used their minds.
Many people were pushed into the special treatment room located on the third basement floor of the hospital. Many people never returned. The people here no longer thought about what was there.
They were a group of people abandoned by society and the country, like a pile of dirty garbage. Their appearance would only stain this country. No matter how brave they were before, they brought freedom and peace to this country.
This was capitalism's pursuit of profit, and the ugly face of politicians and big capitalists.
"Dr. Sean, this is what Mr. Tim asked me to give you." Tim's assistant, Reinier, came to the special treatment room on the third basement floor of the hospital and handed the suitcase to Dr. Sean.
It wasn't the first time Reinier did this kind of thing. He knew exactly what to do. Dr. Sean must already know what Mr. Tim needed to do.
All Reinier had to do was hand him the things. As for what Dr. Sean wanted to do, he didn't need to know.
After handing the things to Dr. Sean, Reinier nodded at the doctor and left the hospital. The rest only needed to be communicated between the doctor and the boss.
A good assistant should keep his mouth shut about the boss. The best way to keep his mouth shut was to let himself know as little as possible. Even if he knew, he should pretend not to know.
Dr. Sean was a white man in his forties, cruel and cold-blooded. Treating patients and saving people was just work for him, and work needed to be paid.
If there wasn't enough pay, sorry, Dr. Sean wouldn't work. This kind of cruel doctor wasn't popular in regular hospitals. But in this disabled veterans hospital funded by the Osborne Group, it was needed.
Because this doctor didn't care about medical ethics, nor did he care about the oath he swore when he studied medicine. He only needed money!
"Zod, this is the best opportunity in your life." Dr. Sean took the serum to the operating room in the special treatment room.
On the operating table lay a disabled soldier. The extent of his disability was touching. Both legs and left arm were blown off during the mission.
The only remaining right arm also showed signs of muscle atrophy. It was a miracle that this soldier named Zod was still alive.
"Doctor, can I really restore my body?" The eyes of this veteran named Zod still contained an unyielding desire to survive.
"Of course ~ of course, this is the latest technology of the Osborne Group. It can repair all human injuries." Dr. Sean tried to make his tone as gentle as possible, as if this could make his words more credible.
But he didn't know that this tone made his voice sound more hypocritical and cunning.
"Be prepared, Zod. You will usher in your new life. It will only take a moment, and your life will be different." Dr. Sean slowly injected the serum into Zod's blood.
The light blue serum began to take effect in Zod's eyes that were full of desire.
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