Chapter 4: Strong ()

Stephen arranged to lie on a bed. Although there were thick mats on it, Stephen could still feel the coldness under the mat. At the same time, after he lay down, a man came over and locked his limbs firmly on the bed. At the same time, he also found that when the other party looked at him, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"There will be a little pain after the injection. This is because you are afraid that you will move around, because the injection time is very long." Rosenberg comforted him warmly, and signaled the staff to start the injection as soon as possible.

At this time, someone started to prepare medicines, and at the same time pulled the prepared medicines into the syringe and placed them in the plate next to it. Soon the plate was filled with syringes, with more than a dozen large and small ones.

"Ah!" Seeing so many syringes, Stephen's heart suddenly became nervous. He was about to open his mouth and exclaimed. At this time, someone came over and blocked his mouth. He had to watch the staff next to him pick up the syringe and push the liquid inside into his body.

Starting from the calf, then the thighs and waist. In the morning, people over there were still preparing potions, and injecting them constantly. Stephen felt that his body became very cold because too much liquid was injected into it.

The cold caused Stephen's teeth to start fighting, and the muscles of his body began to contract, which gradually blurred Stephen's consciousness. Slowly, Stephen became nothing, and the injections continued.

"It seems that the body of yellow people is less sensitive to drug, but it still may not be able to react through drug. We should ask the company to transfer a white death row prisoner from the prison to experiment." Rosenberg saw that Stephen had closed his eyes, and his kind face was wiped out, and his cruel expression seemed to have changed his body just now.

"Will he take the relief medicine?" At this time, the injection was just over, and a staff member asked in silence.

"Forget it, it seems that he can't do this either. The game is expensive, so don't waste it." Rosenberg looked at Stephen and felt that with his physical condition, he could not resist the violent drug reaction in the past, so he did not agree. The cost of relief agents is unimaginable, more than 100 times that of the same quality of gold. It is a bit unworthy to waste on a yellow person.

At present, the effect of the strong agent has been confirmed. Both animals and humans have very obvious effects. But what troubles them is that the injection dosage size of different individuals cannot be mastered. Although there are relief agents that can reduce the side effects of the strong agent, the cost of relief agents is too high, which limits its large-scale use. Therefore, the Gelmos Institute has recruited a large number of people to conduct research to achieve a safe injection dose.

At this time, a "hoho" sound suddenly came from Stephen's throat. Rosenberg knew that the potion was working and immediately issued an instruction: "Teren, you are ready, you can record his physiological data and see if he can survive this time."

The security guard hurriedly stood by Stephen with an anesthesia gun and prepared to shoot at any time. At the same time, the others began to collect various data on the instrument.

Stephen made a strong hoo sound, as if something was blocking his throat, while his body twisted violently on the injection platform, and the restraint device of his limbs locked him firmly there. As he struggled, blood kept oozing out of his wrists and ankles, flowing to the snow-white sheets, showing a dazzling scarlet red.

"Hey, why is the potion not so strong in his body?" Rosenberg touched his chin and said strangely. It was the first time he used yellow people as the experimental subject, and he didn't expect the reaction to be so strange.

As soon as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Stephen struggled violently again, but soon returned to calm. After three consecutive times, he finally stopped reacting again.

"Strange, why did he have one more reaction wave than the blacks, and the reaction was so peaceful." Rosenberg said strangely after coming over to check the data, completely ignoring the creaking and dislocation of the bones when Stephen struggled. The tragic shape of the skin bursting after the muscles were stretched, and he still told them expressionlessly: "Reduce the dose by half and continue to inject it. It seems that you have to look back and find a few more yellow people to participate in the experiment."

The staff next to him quickly prepared the medicine and injected Stephen into it. This time he reacted quickly. At the same time, the reaction further intensified. Stephen struggled to shake the entire reinforced laboratory bench, and the device that originally locked him tightly loosened a little.

Terron Rolls was standing on Stephen's right hand with an anesthesia gun tremblingly. The person who was originally in charge of this work happened to take a leave today. Looking at the bloody and shrill tragic situation, he was a little scared, who was rough on the outside but weak on the inside, and the gun head was trembling slightly.

At this moment, a crisp cracking sound suddenly came from Stephen's left, and then Terenros saw a huge heavy steel block falling from the sky and swung it on his forehead.

In order to straighten the limbs of the bound person as much as possible, the four binding devices are adjustable. After one is broken away, although the heavy steel blocks are still connected to Stephen's hands, the other three can easily lose their binding function. At this time, Stephen was already covered in blood, his eyes were red, his mouth was spraying blood and heat outward, and he waved his arms unconsciously, and his shrill screams resounded throughout the room.

Rosenberg hurriedly thought about going over and checking the anesthesia gun on the ground. He knew that once such a person lost his restraint, he would attack all the objects he saw without reason.

As soon as he grabbed the anesthesia gun, he saw a pair of barefoots appear in front of his eyes. Then a strong force came from behind, his throat turned sweet and dark, and he fell to the ground. Then a big foot just stepped on his neck, and he heard a clamor. Although he was unknown in seclusion, he was a top expert in biomedical science, who died under a pair of barefoots.

In a blink of an eye, two lives were sacrificed in the hands of this demon-like figure. The others were naturally panicked and dodged everywhere, but he chased him one of them. They either broke their necks or were thrown into meat paste. The last one escaped several chases, annoyed him. After being caught, he raised his hand and smashed it back and forth. It was almost a mess indoors, and the corpse in his hand also turned into a skeleton.

The venting still did not stop. With hands, feet, and head, this unconscious body vented frantically towards all the objects in front of him, passing through one room after another, and coming to the last room.

When he saw the emerald green liquid in a glassware, the figure suddenly stopped moving, picked up a small tank-sized glass container and poured it into his mouth, swallowing it in a big mouth. The overflowing liquid flowed out from the corner of his mouth and flowed all over his body, red and green, like a dyed sculpture.

After drinking, the glass container was dropped to the ground with a bang. At the same time, the figure fell down, as if the vent was satisfied, and the desire was released. The devilish face actually had a smile, like an extremely innocent child in a beautiful dream.

When Stephen woke up by the soreness all over his body, he found that he was actually in a hellish place, with dim lights and shit everywhere, and he was lying on it.

After standing up, he shook his head vigorously. After a long time, Stephen finally remembered that he seemed to have been lured to an underground place to participate in some strong drug experiment. He only remembered to inject a lot of liquid into his body, and then he didn't know anything.

Had it been robbed here? Stephen looked around in surprise and moved his body. Apart from the soreness all over his body, he didn't feel extremely strong. It seemed that he had been cheated and touched the five thousand dollars. Fortunately, the money was still inside.

Stephen walked back, and every room was extremely messy. Stephen naturally didn't know that this was his own masterpiece, and he even blamed the criminals for being inhumane.

When I walked to the door of the room where the injection was injected, I immediately squatted there and started to retching due to the tragic situation inside. After vomiting for a long time, the spitting out either smelly green water or black blood clots.

Carefully crossing the broken limbs, Stephen came to the room where he signed the contract, easily found his own contract, put it into the shredder, and unceremoniously took a large stack of cash in the drawer into his pocket.

But when Stephen walked to the door where he came in, he couldn't find how to open it no matter what. No matter how he tried, it was useless. Even when Rosenberg's body flipped over the card, he couldn't open the door.

Because the device controlling the door switch in the security room was smashed, when Stephen accidentally discovered that he saw a computer for monitoring in the corner of the security room working intact, he went over curiously to see what was going on here and who did it inhumanely, but after he finished reading it all from beginning to end, he was completely shocked.

Sitting in front of the computer, looking at the figure that looked like a demon, was that figure that was fierce and evil? One, two, three, four, five, six, wouldn't it mean that I had six lives in my hands? No, no, I can continue to stay here, and I must leave quickly.

Stephen quickly stood up, turned on the monitoring computer, and took out the disk array inside. He asked many movies to educate him. Stephen, who had not studied computers, also knew that this thing was a thing that stores data. After taking it, he smashed it with a sledgehammer, threw it into the water for a while, and then came out to cause fire and burn it. Stephen suddenly thought that there should be ventilation ducts here, otherwise the air would not be suffocated, and all the people inside would be suffocated.
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