Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 108 Goodbye, Father

"47?"

The moment Yang Chu dodged the bullet, the peripheral vision from the corner of his eye seemed to attack his clothing and figure.

Bald head, black suit, red tie...

"wrong!"

But in the next moment, Yang Chu noticed something wrong with the "47" who suddenly shot at him.

Leaving aside why 47 suddenly attacked him at this time, he immediately caught more information while dodging the bullet.

Although the clothes and height are roughly the same, the subtleties of appearance are slightly different.

47's appearance is somewhat similar to that of mixed Chinese and Western, and he can find many similarities with Li Hong, but this attacker is obviously slightly biased towards the characteristics of Westerners.

Especially, the look in this person's eyes...

It's not 47's coldness, but——

Dead silence.

It's like a lifeless machine.

Reminiscent of the many human cloning experiments in this laboratory base, Yang Chu can almost immediately conclude that the other party should be a clone similar to 47.

boom--

Another shot.

After being dodged by Yang Chu several times in a row, the clone that appeared suddenly did not have any other emotions, and kept the shooting posture.

A little blood splashed on Yang Chu's shoulder.

Yang Chu dodged three shots before the opponent fired, but the fourth shot did not completely dodge.

By the time he sensed the clone's fourth shot, and sensed the trajectory of the ballistics, the bullet was already in front of him.

With Yang Chu's ability to control his body, he couldn't dodge completely at this time. The bullet grazed Yang Chu's shoulder, drawing a bloodstain.

Obviously, this clone, like 47, has extraordinary fighting instinct and anticipation ability.

But taking advantage of this moment, two pistols modified by Colt appeared in Yang Chu's hands.

Papapa also shot out several shots.

The clone's reaction was also beyond the quickness of ordinary people, and he immediately dodged and retreated. Yang Chu followed to the other side of the research room and shot at the clone again.

This clone also seemed to have captured Yang Chu's movement trajectory, and dodged to a room opposite the research room at a critical moment.

Through the glass window of this room, two more bullets were fired.

Yang Chu paused, avoided, and followed to catch up.

Crackling gunshots and various sounds of avoiding collisions with tables and chairs and experimental equipment continued to resound.

In just over ten seconds, the two chased and fought back and forth in several surrounding laboratories, rest rooms and other rooms.

Complicated terrain, sensitive responses, and super fighting intuition, the two of them often fight with the enemy's opportunity first, with lightning and flint.

click-

The two Colt-modified pistols in Yang Chu's hands were empty of bullets, and the bullets in the magazines of the pistols in the opposite clone's hands were also exhausted.

Without waiting for the clone to continue loading ammunition, Yang Chu jumped five or six meters outside the corridor of the research room, and suddenly appeared in front of the clone.

With a punch, his muscles bulged and his strength was unmatched.

The clone was protecting the vitals in front of his chest with both hands, but Yang Chu used the power of Beng Quan and his own strength to control his own musculoskeletal mobilization to blow the clone into the opposite wall.

"The strength response is not below 47, and may even be slightly higher, but there is a clear gap in insight, fighting skills, and mastery of the environment."

With a punch, Yang Chu immediately had a judgment on the clone. This clone seemed to be stronger than 47 in some aspects, but its shortcomings were also obvious.

He didn't hesitate at all, he kicked his feet on the ground, and there was a sharp friction sound like a wheel brake, and he came to the clone again.

Swinging and hammering with both arms, throwing a long shot and hitting far away, it's like shooting random arrows.

Muffled muffled sound of muscular and bone colliding, continuous.

Yang Chu's arms, thighs, and muscles all over his body were almost swollen, and his skin was blue and purple, as if cast iron.

After more than a dozen punches in a row, he suddenly made a tricky move and hit the clone's throat with a puff.

The clone's throat was broken, and its body became limp and unresponsive.

"A very powerful opponent, whose physiological functions in all aspects have far exceeded the level that ordinary people can train. If you have a weapon in your hand, maybe you can still entangle me for a while."

Yang Chu withdrew his hands and went back, exhaling a long breath, his bulging figure gradually calmed down.

He stretched out his left hand to grab the clone's head again, and glanced at the last digit of the number under the barcode on the back of the other's head, which showed 48 impressively.

"It seems that this is a new generation of clones created after 47."

There are different batches of clones produced by Altmeyer, and many of them are mature and outstanding individuals. He will extract clone samples again for re-cloning.

For example, 47 once told Yang Chu that he killed a group of his "brothers".But in the diary that Yang Chu read earlier, what was mentioned was that the so-called "brothers" that 47 killed were actually 47's clones.

Due to the particularity of 47, batch cloning can no longer be carried out through original experiments. The only way is to use 47's gene as a blueprint and reproduce it again.

It's just that these 47 clones obviously don't meet the requirements.After the first emotional elimination, many clones lost their physiological functions and gradually degenerated, and were considered by 47 to be no longer human, so they were killed by him one by one.

However, these clones are really powerful and unusual.

In a sense, it can be said to be one of the perfect human templates. Although the degree of liberation of muscle strength has not reached Yang Chu's level, and there is no limit at all, it is almost [-]% to [-]% of his level.

In addition, the strength, reaction, senses, information capture, insight, and determination of the body, all these aspects can be said to have reached the peak level of human beings or even surpassed the limit.

Looking around at the messy research rooms and lounges, Yang Chu didn't intend to stay any longer.

This is obviously only an area outside the laboratory base, and most of them are probably where some other auxiliary experimenters and soldiers guarding the gate are located.

He turned around in a circle, passed through the long corridors of the outer laboratory, and came to an area independently constructed of metal and solid concrete.

There is an iron gate in this area.

The iron door does not have a key lock in the conventional sense, only a device similar to a scanner.

Yang Chu knocked on the iron door, and found that the sound of the iron door was dull. Preliminary speculation, the thickness of the iron door is also more than ten centimeters.

"On January 1975, 1, a barcode for automatic identification was tattooed on the back of the clones' heads. Scanners have been installed in strategic locations in the lab so we can easily track down the whereabouts of these boys."

Yang Chu's gaze fell on the device similar to the iron gate scanner, and a sentence from Altmeyer's diary that he had turned over in his mind appeared in his mind.

Yang Chu turned around and found the corpse of the clone in front. He grabbed the clone's head with his left hand, pointed at the clone with his right hand, and slammed towards the clone's neck fiercely.

With a click, the neck bones and flesh of the clone were broken. Yang Chu carried the clone's bare head to the iron gate, and aimed the barcode on the back of the clone's head at the scanner.

There was a slight turning sound of metal gears, and the iron door opened.

……

In the inner experimental base on the basement level.

Altmeyer was sitting on a laboratory table, still holding a test tube meticulously, as if preparing some reagent.

Outside the door, footsteps sounded.

"Complete the task?"

Altmeyer focused on his own work and said without raising his head, "I knew you two would not let me down. Although you haven't reached the perfect state yet, genetically speaking, you two Should be better than 47."

"It's me, father."

With a bang, a round head was thrown on the ground not far from the Altmeyer test bench.

Altmeyer raised his head in surprise and looked at the figure standing outside the laboratory door.

A black suit stained with blood, a red tie...

"Are you surprised? Father"

47 lowered his hands, holding a handful of silver dancers in his right hand, looked at Altmeyer behind the experimental bench not far away, and opened his mouth slowly.

"No, I'm not surprised, I hope it's you."

Altmeyer looked at 47 standing outside the door, with an inexplicable smile on his face, mixed with relief and disappointment, it was extremely complicated.

It seems that it is really the feeling of a biological father watching his son grow up and achieve something.

"No. 48 is just an improvement on your basis, but obviously, they are not as good as you, even if they are more loyal to me."

With a calm voice, Altmeyer looked at 47 standing in front of the laboratory door, and then turned to look at the rows of huge glass containers behind him.

"Since you were born, you have always been different. You have Li Hong's agility and reaction, Pablo's patience and aggressiveness as a drug lord, and Franz's sense of sneaking and actual combat. You have insight and perception. above, inherit a part of me.

Among all my works, you are the most unique.You are extremely sensitive to the environment around you, but you rarely participate in the social interactions of your brothers. It seems that you have no feelings.

But when you were 6 years old, you adopted that rabbit that escaped from the lab, and that seemed to be the first creature you became emotionally involved with.As you grew up, you were full of loathing for the institute. When you were 25 years old, you and No. 6 instigated your brother's uprising to overthrow me and escape from here.But you failed, but you and No. 6 have already escaped, and you were injured. In order not to drag No. 6, you took the initiative to stay and cover him to escape.

I used you as a model to clone a batch of your brothers, but after eliminating emotions, you thought that they had lost their physical functions and could no longer be called human beings, so you killed them all.Look, 47, how deep and introverted your emotions are, complex and delicate!You are my most outstanding creation! "

Altmeyer, who had gray hair and looked like he was in his prime in his 50s and 47s, faced [-] who walked in from the outside, and his voice was full of emotion.

The two No. 48 clones he sent couldn't be said to be powerful. From the perspective of genetics, they were obviously better than 47.

However, sometimes the creation of creatures cannot be measured simply by genetic information and genes, and they will eventually undergo some changes beyond Altmeyer's expectations.

"excuse me!"

Just as Altmeyer was expressing emotion, a strange voice came in from outside the laboratory, "Dr. Altmeyer, I am very interested in your 'Gene Research and Human Enhancement Project'."

"47, I guessed that you would resist me, but I didn't expect that you would join forces with outsiders."

Altmeyer suddenly looked at the figure walking in from the laboratory door, and his eyes became sharp. He first glanced at 47 who was standing quietly beside him like a sculpture, and then looked at the figure walking in. Mixed with coldness:

"Who are you? ICA killer organization? American's CIA, or British Kingsman? You people are all coveting my research results."

"No, Dr. Altmeyer."

Yang Chu walked into the laboratory from outside the door. The strong gunpowder smoke and bloody smell on his body made him look like a god of death who just walked out of the killing field, "I don't covet your achievements, I'm just curious, your way of creation——"

"You hypocrites..." Altmeyer looked at Yang Chu who walked into the laboratory, and sneered, but his super insight made him faintly aware of the difference when Yang Chu entered the door, "You... …You are……"

boom--

Just then, gunshots rang out.

Altmeyer had a gun in the eyebrow, his eyes flashed with disbelief, staring at 47 not far in front of him.

"Goodbye, father."

47 looked indifferent, but said something lightly in his mouth.

After a long time, 47 looked at Yang Chu again, "I will not let him conduct any more experiments and creations. Here is everything you want to know. Our deal is over."

Saying that, 47 picked up the head of another No. 48 clone on the ground, turned around and left the door of this laboratory, and walked towards the second basement floor, "I will destroy this place in 12 hours."

Yang Chu glanced at Altmeyer's body on the ground, and then at 47. He could see that the other party seemed to have some kind of psychological change at this moment.

It seems that he has broken free from the shackles he has been in for a long time.

From a prey to a hunter, from a plaything to a free man in control of his own life and thoughts.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, Yang Chu didn't go into the sublimation or changes of 47 any more, and walked to the other party's experimental platform, and looked through various experimental data and Altmeyer's real core research materials.

(End of this chapter)