The Road to Slaying God

After hundreds of biochemical people rushed into the operating room, they all suddenly froze like sculptures. Their eyes were full of panic and they stared blankly at Alberta on the operating table.

At this time, it was hard to tell that Albert was a human body. Almost every inch of muscle on the body had been cut open, the abdomen was also dissected, and the internal organs were scattered messily among some utensils. There were also several wearing The scientist wearing the mask was cleaning some organs, and the entire operating table was soaked with blood, which looked extremely terrifying...

"Alberta!"

The black man with his long arms hanging down to his calves looked at Alberta lying on the operating table with a look of fear on his face. He muttered in his mouth, and his body trembled and retreated, as if a boundless fear had taken over his body.

A heavy and depressing atmosphere permeated the operating room. Several scientists seemed to have no feeling at all. They were still cleaning some human organs in an orderly manner and carefully inspecting them with instruments...

"Alberta..."

Astonishingly, the black man rushed to the operating table like lightning, held Alberta's bloody and broken body in his hands, and screamed hysterically.

"What did you do to Alberta? What happened?" The black man's bulging eyes seemed to spurt out angry flames, looking at the several scientists ferociously.

"Tucker, put him down, Albert is dead, dead! Do you understand?" A scientist scolded sternly.

"Why don't you save him? Why?" The black man hugged Albert and refused to let go. In the biochemical gene man, Albert and he grew up and lived together. They were like a pair of twins. , the only difference is that Alberta is more perfect, and Alberta knows how to respect them more, so Alberta has received unparalleled support in this underground base.

"Most of his internal organs have been destroyed. There is nothing we can do!" A scientist said while trying to carry the corpse to the operating table. Now, although the autopsy of the corpse has been completed, some pathological sectioning of the muscles is still needed. , and some internal organs must be made into specimens and preserved. After all, this is the most successful corpse of a biochemical human in history, and its value is limitless.

"No, no! This is the Institute of Biochemical Genetics. Human organs can be transplanted here. I know it can be done!" The black man backed away holding the corpse.

"Tucker, listen to me, we don't have such advanced medical technology." The scientist stepped forward and said.

"No! No! You lied to me. I know that as long as there is no head injury, you can resurrect Alberta..." The black man backed away again and again.

"..."

Several scientists looked at each other and were silent for a while. Indeed, it is not impossible if they want to save Alberta. This institute is good at organ transplantation technology, and organs can be cloned.

"Why?" The black man stared at the scientists closely.

"Okay, Tucker, let me tell you, Albert has completed his mission. Although we can save him, his value now is much greater than his life, and the cost of saving him is It’s too expensive, and the funds required are also quite huge…”

"No! No! You are like this. Albert has made tens of millions of dollars for the institute. You can't do this to him!"

"Tucker, put down Alberta, we still need him to get some pathological data!"

"No! I beg you, save him. I can make money for the laboratory, we can all do it!" The black man looked at the scientists with pity on his face, while some of the biochemical geneticists around him nodded repeatedly. , seem to agree with the black people's opinions.

"Tucker, it's already too late. The director is coming. You'd better put Alberta's body on the operating table..."

"Tucker, what are you doing?"

While several scientists were earnestly persuading the black man, a stern voice sounded at the door. It was a middle-aged white man who came back. He was the director of this institute, and he had poured his life into this underground building. Research Institute, his only purpose is to gain support from the American government and recognition from society.

"Director, I..." The black man seemed a little afraid of this man. The muscles on his violent face kept twitching. His tall body took a few steps back and leaned on the bloody operating table.

"Put down Alberta!" the middle-aged man shouted again.

"No..." Although the black man looked frightened, his expression was extremely determined.

"Put down the Alberta!"

"No! Unless you save Alberta..."

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot rang out, and the middle-aged man held a pistol in his hand, with gunpowder smoke still coming from the muzzle.

"ah……"

Time suddenly stopped, and the black man actually waited for a few seconds before letting out a scream. He looked at his chest with a blank expression, and a bullet hole in his chest was bleeding out.

Time and space were at a standstill, and all the biochemical people looked at the bleeding bullet holes in the black man's chest with disbelief.

"Why?" The black man looked at the middle-aged man with a sad expression in his eyes.

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man didn't seem to bother to answer the black man's question. He strode towards the desk next to the operating table. There was some information there. Of course, he didn't have to worry about the biochemical gene man at all. In this underground base, he He was the master, not to mention that after hearing the gunfire, four armed guards had already rushed over, so he didn't need to take care of the next thing at all.

"Put down the body!"

Sure enough, when the middle-aged man walked to the desk, several guards had already ran over, pointing their pistols at the black man and giving orders.

Suddenly, the air became tense, and there was a sense of tension. The guards were not scientists. In order to establish absolute dominance in this underground base, the guards could shoot biochemical people at will without being punished by the law. Human laws are in This base is just a joke.

"No!" Although the black man looked frightened, he still decisively refused to put Alberta's body on the cold operating table.

"Bang!" the guard fired a warning shot, and the bullet hit Alberta's body.

"ah……"

"Peng!"

With a shrill scream, the black man suddenly knelt on the ground, his eyes wide open, because the guard shot Alberta in the head and her brains flowed out.

This shot has completely destroyed the possibility of resurrecting Alberta!

"You killed him!"

"You killed him!"

The black man slowly put down the Albert in his hand and slowly raised his head. His eyes were red, like two burning flames, which was extremely terrifying.

The black man stood up, with blood flowing from his chest and a ferocious look on his face. He pushed towards the four guards step by step. A violent atmosphere burned in the air, and the eyes of more than 200 pairs of biochemical genetic humans around him were... He stared hard at the four guards.

A murderous intention spread in the air, making people tremble with fear. The four guards seemed to feel this crazy murderous intention. They nervously clenched their pistols and stepped back step by step...

"You want to rebel?!"

The middle-aged man holding the information in his hand strode up to the black man and yelled angrily. He seemed to have sensed hundreds of biochemical people who were about to move. This was something that had never happened before. Now, he must suppress this murderous desire. *.

In this underground base, the number of biochemical genetic humans occupies an absolute advantage. In order to train biochemical genetic humans to adapt to getting along with humans, there is no restriction on the activities of biochemical genetic humans. They have been in peace for more than ten years. Moreover, It has indeed integrated the biochemical gene people into the human life of the Life Code Institute. Many biochemical gene people are proud to be members of the Life Code Institute.

However, everything has changed now, all due to the unexpected death of Alberta.

In fact, Alberta is just an introduction. Although there are no restrictions on biochemical humans in the base, no matter in the eyes of guards or scientists, biochemical humans are always just experimental products, and they are unqualified. Experimental subjects, in the face of these unqualified experimental subjects, humans will more or less express a superior authority and tone, and this long-simmering encounter broke out because of the death of Alberta...

Awesome!

The black man's arms hanging down to his calves were straightened out like lightning, and his hands were tightly clamped on the long neck like iron pliers. The strong body of the black man was actually lifted off the ground.

"What are you doing...ah...guard..."

The director's blue eyes bulged, and he felt like he had difficulty breathing, and life was passing under his thick arms and fingers.

"Crack!"

“Crack!

…

There was the sound of a gun being loaded.

"Put down your strengths, put them down immediately, otherwise, we will shoot!"

Several guards were shocked and raised their weapons.

"Crack!"

The director heard a crisp sound of bones breaking. The sound seemed very distant, but it was extremely clear. The director felt a sharp pain in his neck.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

At the last moment of his life, the director felt his body flying up towards several guards. Then, he saw the flames from the guns and heard the intensive gunshots...

The moment the director's body fell to the ground, he saw hundreds of densely packed biochemical people rushing towards a few guards. He also saw several scientists being torn apart, blood spattered, and their limbs flying in the air. It was as if he had entered A hell on earth.

Screams!

Shout!

Gunshots!

The sound of running!

…

The underground base of the Life Crypto Research Institute is like a pot of porridge boiling. The sound of alarms is extremely harsh underground, and from time to time, the sound of objects falling to the ground can be heard.

"laugh!"

Thinking of a small voice, suddenly, the entire underground foundation fell into darkness...

(To be continued)