perfect savior

Chapter 120 "Prototype"

The artificial blood, which is a mixture of hormones, oxygen, protein and sugar, is heated to the optimum temperature and enters the body at the most perfect flow rate.

Alloy needles pierced the skin, with mucus, hissing bubbles, and electricity oozing from the back end, like a mess of wires in an electrical box.

The man is lying in such a closed, dark, terrifying two-meter-long metal "coffin". His various life indexes are transmitted to the processor outside the metal coffin. In front of people, even a small fluctuation will make the researchers' hearts twitch.

This deadlocked atmosphere lasted for a long time, and at a certain point, the balance was broken.

——The eyelids of the man lying in the sealed metal tank trembled violently, as if they were about to open at any moment.

The warning lights of the life detection instruments kept flickering, and the researchers stood up one after another. Their eyes glowed and they retreated subconsciously. The soldiers with live ammunition rubbed their fingers on the trigger, not noticing the cold sweat falling from their temples.

"Gu..."

The man lying in the solution made a weird choking sound, and the moment he woke up, he realized the dangerous environment he was in. He frantically knocked on the thick metal plate that trapped him, and the rumbling vibration was like the roar of a wild beast.

Dr. Renerson, who was in charge of this laboratory, turned on the microphone and leaned over to speak. His voice was transmitted into the liquid in the "metal coffin" through a certain tube, allowing the man to hear his words clearly:
"Francesco Ricci, hello, I'm Reinason, if you can hear my voice and understand the meaning, please calm down and don't knock on the metal walls, there are expensive things to keep you alive liquid."

He patiently repeated it five times.

The bestial struggle ceased.

In the laboratory, many researchers let out suppressed cheers.

"You did a good job, Mr. Francesco, thank you for your cooperation." Dr. Reinason suppressed the excitement in his heart and continued:
"Please let your hands relax and stand on the sides of your body, and then lift them up. There is a button facing your lower abdomen. Press it, and your voice can be heard by us... Don't worry, take your time try to find."

After a brief silence, a dull voice sounded from the airtight metal coffin:

"This is... where? Why didn't I die..."

"Mr. Francesco, you are now in the underground experiment base of the Florence branch of the Earth Destiny Council. You have been in a coma for a week."

"This metal box is..."

"The hibernation cabin is the best healing place in the world. Although it can't allow people to hibernate for a long time and greatly reduce the aging speed of the body like in science fiction movies, it is still the most advanced today. medical means."

"...Thank you for saving me. At the end of my memory, I remember that I was bitten in two by that bloody mouth..."

"It was your tenacious will to survive that saved you, Mr. Francesco." Reinason glanced at the life monitoring equipment, took a deep breath, and entered the most critical stage of this conversation:

"Mr. Francesco, I respect you. You are an excellent graduate of the police academy. You have a rich family background and a bright future. But you are on the verge of death because of protecting refugees. You are a hero."

"...It's just my responsibility."

"Well said, responsibility! Mr. Francesco, please continue to shoulder your responsibility—responsibility to us."

"Yours?"

"Yes, it is not easy to treat a person whose body has been broken into two parts. For this, we have used the most advanced [Type III technology]. You are a valuable successful experience and a perfect research object. Please understand the creation of a new type of human body. Due to the difficulties of technology, in order for mankind to win the final victory in this stormy war, please cooperate with our research."

"……it is good."

"Thank you for your generosity, Monsieur Francesco."

The joy in the laboratory could no longer be suppressed. Although the personality analysis report had pointed out that the probability of Francesco being willing to cooperate was over 80.00%, the feeling of relief after hearing the affirmative answer was still intoxicating.

"Sir, let me briefly explain the basic concept of Type III technology, so that you can prepare for future experiments." Reinason's enunciation was very clear:

"After the temple came down, a different world named [Abyss of Annihilation] was connected to the earth, and evil creatures came to our side, devouring, multiplying, possessing, and mutating... During this period of time, reports of turmoil have never Without interruption."

"The body composition of evil creatures is completely different from life in nature. They survive in the form of will and spirit. High-ranking people have a certain amount of wisdom. With today's technological means, they cannot compete with them."

"However, we found that using the extraordinary fire of the temple to burn the phagocytosis, the strange and tiny crystals left behind have both the characteristics of [objective matter] and [spiritual will]."

"These small piles of crystals have multiple functions such as [catalyst] and [binder], and can interact with the original substances on the earth to burst out strange properties."

"Based on this, the combination of extraordinary and modern technology has become possible."

"Type III technology is to combine the three elements of human beings, extraordinary life forms, and machines to transform the human body or animals, surpassing ordinary life forms!"

Lei Nasen is a traditional scholar who is obsessed with research and experiments, and he can't stop talking about the things he is interested in. The narration lasted for two hours. At the end, an assistant touched his shoulder and motioned him to go back. look.

On the screen, the long line representing Francesco's vital signs faded listlessly.

"Oh... sorry, Mr. Francesco." Reinason apologized:

"You have just woken up, you should really avoid exertion..."

After another short conversation, Francesco put down his fingers and cut off the communication with the outside world.

In the sticky artificial blood, the young policeman with needles all over his body slowly closed his eyes.

At the same time, another voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, clear and sweet, like an innocent little girl:

"Haha! You should look in the mirror and see what you look like now, tut tut."

"It's scary. Those guys outside transformed you into this ghostly appearance. Don't you realize that your hands are bound within a certain range and you can't explore at will?"

"I'm different from you humans. I can see the inner thoughts of others. Do you know what they called you during the time you were unconscious?"

"—Prototype!"

"In their eyes, you are no longer their compatriots!"

"Hahaha... neither a human nor a machine, nor a life of evil thoughts, Francesco, you are just a simple monster now. After you use it, you will be executed by them and your body will be dismantled. , Throw it into the trash, leaving only your elderly parents, crying in front of your tombstone!"

In the dark liquid, the young man clenched his fists unconsciously.

"To shut up……"

(End of this chapter)