Screenwriter Mystery

"OhmyGod..."

"What exactly is this?"

"This is the Lincoln portrait!"

"I don't remember it sitting in the memorial hall, why did it suddenly stand up, and..."

New York, BSI's 'Superhuman' project test base, took pictures of Lincoln's portrait through the careful camera on the chest of the Washington subject.

Everyone in the base exclaimed.

Even the stern face of Detective Jonathan couldn't help showing a stunned expression.

"What the **** is going on here, Doctor?"

The footage captured by the small camera was incomplete. The huge figure of Lincoln was only captured in half of the frame. However, by comparing the floors around the marble statue, Detective Jonathan still immediately judged this. the size of the statue.

"I don't know."

Shaking his head, Dr. Wilson on the side is obviously not clear about this.

"However, it can be confirmed that the resurrection of the Lincoln statue definitely has a considerable connection with these spirits active in Washington."

Wilson didn't need to say this, Jonathan could see it himself.

Looking up at the huge statue of Lincoln in the video frame, and the blurred blood on the feet of the statue in the lower shot, Jonathan immediately turned around and ordered the personnel in the base.

"Send the picture to the Pentagon immediately and dispatch the army."

"Don't forget these 'superhuman' experimental soldiers."

Aside, hearing Jonathan's words, Dr. Wilson immediately opened his mouth and reminded him.

The reason why Wilson was so concerned was not that Wilson was kind-hearted, but simply because he was worried that the death of the 'superhuman' team would have an impact on the subsequent experiments.

After all, even with an emergency authorization from the president.

Infection experiments of BSI-013 derivatives still require a lot of money and time.

In the prison, not all criminal soldiers meet the experimental needs of BSI-013 derivatives.

...

"Soldier, your mission has changed."

"From now on, to survive the danger as much as possible, the federal government has dispatched the military."

Washington, downtown, in front of the Lincoln statue.

The words of Agent Jonathan in the headset gave the 'Superhuman' team a lot of confidence.

They glanced at the huge statue of Lincoln in front of them. This existence, which originally gave Americans pride and hope, now falls in the eyes of the members of the "Superhuman" team, but it is full of despair.

Compared with Jonathan and others, the senses of the members of the 'superhuman' team infected with BSI-013 derivatives obviously showed signs of developing towards spirits, which is why they were able to attack the spirits that appeared in Washington. The reason, however, is now in the eyes of everyone in the experimental team.

The statue of Lincoln that I saw was densely covered by the snow-white marble statue, and it was a group of ferocious and twisted faces. It is driven by these faces that only the statue of Lincoln will come to life and appear in downtown Washington.

This is a phenomenon that the 'superhuman' experimental team has never encountered before.

The spirits they encountered in the past did not have much will at all, only a simple desire to attack.

Now, these spirits not only gathered together, but even moved by possessing the statue of Lincoln.

These faces stared at everyone in the 'superhuman' experimental team with resentful and distorted eyes.

rumbling—

Immediately afterwards, it seemed to be driven by these possessed spirits.

Lincoln, who was standing still on the street, raised his legs again and walked towards the 'Superhuman' team with a slow and heavy step.

Lincoln's footsteps are extremely slow, but this is only an illusion compared to the statue's massive body.

In fact, every step of the statue is more than ten meters, so even if it seems to be slow, every step is a big step forward.

"Run!"

Seeing that, within three or two steps, the huge statue of Lincoln could walk to the front of the 'superhuman' experimental team.

The team members who reacted then dispersed to the surroundings with a panicked look on their faces.

They threw away their firearms, weapons, and even all the weight-bearing equipment on their bodies, in exchange for the possibility of running faster than those around them.

On the face of the Lincoln statue carved in marble, the stone statue stared blankly at these scattered figures, and the white eyes did not change. However, if a 'superhuman' experimental subject turned back at this moment, he would see the densely packed figures on the statue. On his face, the resentment in his eyes became more distorted.

Even, if you look carefully, you will find it.

Among these resentful and twisted faces, there are two faces that are extremely familiar to the 'superhuman' experimental team.

It was the two black 'superhuman' experimental team members.

rumbling—

Under these twisted and resentful faces, Lincoln slowly raised his arm and smashed into a high-rise building in front of him.

With the hugeness of the stone statue, a large amount of gravel rolled down from the high-rise building, and the high-rise building that lost its support in the next second collapsed instantly with a huge rumbling sound.

"Oh shit!"

Hearing the deafening roar, the members of the fleeing 'superhuman' experimental team raised their heads.

The collapsed building instantly enlarged in their blue eyes. Looking at these overwhelming reinforced concrete, some team members stopped, and only had time to utter a curse.

In the next instant, the entire figure was engulfed.

The rumbling sound, accompanied by the collapsing smoke and dust, lasted for about half a minute before it gradually quieted down. The resulting tremors made the small half of downtown Washington feel the shaking. People hid in their homes in panic, silently praying for God's protection.

Standing beside the collapsed high-rise building, Lincoln stared at the building that was interrupted by it and the members of the 'superhuman' team submerged below.

"..."

After a long time ~www.readwn.com~, under those twisted and resentful faces, he slowly turned around and walked towards the other side of the block.

"...Ziz...Zizi..."

With the departure of the Lincoln statue.

I don't know how much time has passed, ten minutes or more.

In the rubble of the collapsed high-rise buildings, there were intermittent signal sounds.

"Soldier, report your situation..."

"Soldier, hear... please answer... answer..."

"...Soldier, hear...immediately..."

In the signal, there was the intermittent interrogation of Agent Jonathan.

However, no matter how Jonathan shouted, there was never the slightest response from the ruins.

Not far from the contactor, in the ruins formed by a large number of rubble, the arm of a 'superhuman' experimental team member was exposed, and a large amount of bright red blood seeped out from the cracks in the ruins.