War Paradise

Standing in front of the prison area, listening to the announcement, the young man slightly clenched his steel fist:

Under the long and cruel torture, he can't even remember his name. But the man who is his adoptive father has still vividly remembered everything he did to him.

However, now is not the time to remember.

He furrowed his brows and stared at the dozens of guards slowly approaching him. The dress of this group of people is surprisingly consistent, they are all wearing black helmets, wearing red and black bulletproof armor, and holding an improved version of the Tokarev TT-33 pistol in their hands.

"Don't shoot, he has our prototype on him. If it breaks, it will be in trouble!"

An old voice rang from the back of the crowd, sounding like a military scientist who had just arrived at the institute today.

Upon hearing the boss's order, the guards all put away their guns, and then pulled out the electric baton. The black stick made a dangerous crackling sound while flashing a white arc.

"do not move!"

"Raise your hand!"

The guards around him kept shouting old threatening lines. But the boy didn't care at the moment. Because he had already seen a familiar figure through the crowd.

Standing behind the crowd, the blond middle-aged man with an anxious look was Dr. Krlov, one of the initiators of the cruel "reaction to killing experiment".

And his identity is the subject of the "reaction to killing experiment". Seven years ago, his first "death" was caused by this person!

So, what to do is very simple.

Originally, he only wanted to break through the blockade and left, but now, facing his enemy who has tortured him for seven years, he immediately changed his mind and prepared to take revenge on the spot.

It has been a long time since he had spoken. The boy who had just regained his language ability a few minutes ago raised his right finger to Dr. Krlov’s face and said slurred:

"destroy."

A simple word, if it is spoken from the general population, I am afraid it can only be regarded as a joke. However, after the boy finished speaking, the dozens of guards who were besieging him obviously slowed down.

It was not the word that shocked them, but the tone of the youth.

Even though the voice is still very hoarse, even if the speech is still intermittent, everyone can feel that the boiling anger and crazy hatred in the teenager's chest are slowly drifting out of his words.

"revenge."

While talking, the teenager increased the power of the "individual built-in skeleton prototype" on his body. Afterwards, a piercing pain instantly ran throughout the body.

"Oh my God……"

"This is impossible……"

The guards around him let out a startled sound, and at the same time they began to retreat.

The young man lowered his head with difficulty and looked at the abnormal changes that happened to him:

Several sharp pieces of pale steel broke through the skin of the arms and ribs and pierced out, and blood gurgled down from all the places where blood could bleed from all over the body. Needless to say, I must have become a "blood man" now.

But even with this level of pain, he didn't make any response, just tried to take a step forward.

For him, who had died thousands of times in the "Experiment on Reaction to Killing," this kind of pain was still within a tolerable range.

He took one step, and then the second step.

Although the muscles of the legs twitched slightly due to pain, with the support of the metal bracket in the body, the pace was much more stable than usual. And the power of the body was more than twice as powerful as when the body killing machine was turned on just now.

If it was a small test before, now it is full of firepower, and it is not a problem to deal with the group of people in front of him.

After determining his current strength, the boy strode forward without hesitation and rushed in the direction of Dr. Krlov.

"Stop, don't move!"

The guards continued to make threatening sounds, but no one dared to approach this blood-stained killing machine.

Until the boy had walked close to ten meters, finally a bold guy swung an electric baton to attack from behind and hit the boy's head.

Feeling the sound of the wind whistling behind him, the boy turned sideways to block the blow with his right arm, and then slammed a kick into the abdomen of the attacker.

"boom!"

The sound of something cracking sounded from the guard's body, and red blood spurted from the breathing hole under the helmet. Before he even screamed, he fell on the ground and curled up, no more movement.

Seeing this person's fate, the other guards stepped back again in horror:

One hit kill!

Everyone present could see that this kind of power was completely beyond their ability to bear. Even if you wear a protective suit with an inlaid gold flap, you will be killed immediately by the opponent's blow!

Seeing that the guards around him were looking straight, the boy also slowly stopped, and said concisely: "Get out."

Hearing this, the dozens of guards who were still aggressive just now seemed to have been pardoned and ran away most of them in an instant.

Only a few people still stood there trying to draw their guns and shoot, but before they could open the insurance, they saw the boy's figure suddenly disappear, turning into a gloomy light flashing before them.

At the same time they disappeared, as well as their hands holding guns.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

A miserable howling sound resounded throughout the institute. Several amputee guards fell to the ground and convulsed, but the teenager did not give them the final blow. Just continue to stride towards the east side of the courtyard.

It doesn't matter to him whether the guard is dead or not. There is only one person who must be left in this clearing.

Seeing Dr. Krlov who was fleeing backwards in embarrassment, the boy suddenly accelerated and rushed in front of the guy in an instant. Then stretched out the right hand of the steel frame and strangled the doctor's neck.

"Uh uh uh..." Dr. Krlov, who was lifted by the single hand, twisted his body in despair.

The face of the person who had tortured him for seven years was close to his eyes. The young man resisted the urge to kill him immediately, and asked word by word:

"Where is Vincent?"

Even though he can't remember his name, he still clearly remembers his adoptive father's name. In thousands of painful nights, he used his weak fingers to write this name over and over on the walls of the cell, vowing to take revenge.

Today is the day of revenge!

"I don't know..." Dr. Krlov coughed as he spoke. But the cough quickly turned into a scream, because the blade protruding from the palm of the young boy's left hand had already cut off his right arm.

"If you don't say..., I'll cut off your other hand."

The teenagers who said more tonight than last year have finally recovered their language function, and they have begun to speak fluently.

"Wait...wait!" Looking at the sharp long blade in the young man's left hand, Dr. Krlov's eyes widened in horror, and breathlessly said: "I said, I said! He should be the master In the control room! Please, let me go..."

Hearing the doctor's begging for mercy, the young man's face showed a sarcasm:

I still remember that when I was tied to the experimental platform and cried to the man to stop, the perverted scientist said, "I'm sorry, this is a job requirement." Then he continued to conduct cruel experiments on himself.

But now, the status of the two has changed.

The young man raised the blade in his hand and said a word with difficulty, immediately making the doctor's face completely ashen:

"Sorry, this is... a personal hobby."

Just as he was about to execute this enemy, he suddenly heard the roar of heavy machinery engines.