death of hope

Chapter 61 "Flying Windfall" (61) Genetically Modified Human
A genetic research institute on the outskirts of York City, which belongs to the technology company of Raccoon Business and Trade United Group (RBT).

The stretched black limousine drove into the garage, the usual calm was broken, and heavily armed corporate fighters stood guard in the yard.

On the L3 underground floor, the deepest part of the research institute, the director passed through a series of steel protective doors and came to the heavily guarded top-secret area.

The door plate reads BOW (Organic Biological Weapons) Research Department, and only personnel with authority above B+ level are allowed to enter.

The trump product of the military contracting company under Raccoon Trading is hidden here;
An organic biological weapon experiment code-named "Viking Berserker" - a genetically modified man named Frankenstein.

The experimental subject was locked in a cage, and was playing chess alone while looking at the chess record. Hearing the sound of footsteps, a pair of blue eyes like wild wolves looked sideways:
"Mr. Director, didn't you go to Mars for vacation, and you came back fast enough."

"No way, the head office issued a task, and the holiday was cancelled."

The director in a white coat signaled the guards to open the cage, walked to the table and watched the chess game:

"Why play chess alone? Why don't you find an opponent?"

"To say something that offends people, the chess skills of the people here are too stinky, and it's no fun to win the game." The voice of the test subject was rough, growling like a wild animal: "You don't let me go online, so I can only watch it by myself. Playing chess records for entertainment."

Tan Tanshou, the director: "This is the company's policy, and it's not because we are making things difficult."

"I understand, you are different from me. You are an executive and hold shares in the company, but I am the company's property. I have to abide by the contract after signing it. It's nothing more than sacrificing a little freedom."

"It would be great if other experimental subjects could be as open-minded as you. All of them are bitter and bitter, always want to defect, have no spirit of contract at all, and have to send corporate soldiers to chase and kill them everywhere, and give all my research results to me. wasted."

Frankenstein put down the game record, holding a queen piece in his hand: "I guess you are talking about Syndra the ape, your favorite work."

The director gritted his teeth and recalled:

"Ape man... What a pity, a good young man, talented, but always resisting, escaped and betrayed the company, and became a superhero. He was the strongest in the past, but he is not now. Now, you are the genius the chosen one."

"I'm going to be ashamed if you praise me so much."

"Come on, don't pretend, you are the most pretentious guy."

This is true, Frankenstein is the best among the 24 experimental subjects, his strong body has survived 100 genetic modifications, more than [-] surgeries and dangerous radiation mutation experiments.

The scientists were pleasantly surprised to find that the experimental subject even possessed a certain amount of psychic talent, which was simply excellent research material that had not been seen in a hundred years.

"The chosen one... Humph, to put it nicely, look at me, I look like a chained gorilla."

Frankenstein said self-deprecatingly. He raised his thick arms and shook the alloy handcuffs on his wrists, and the shackles jingled.

The director shook his head and said: "Don't underestimate yourself, the ape-man Syndra's long-haired atavistic mutant is the orangutan.

As for you, you are a one-in-a-million Viking berserker. The reason why the headquarters canceled my vacation is because you value your existence. If you complete this mission, you will enjoy better treatment. "

The experimental subject broke his finger joints and made a crisp crackling sound: "Finally come to work, isn't it? If I don't move anymore, my bones will almost rust."

"Okay, that's all the gossip, let's get down to business." The director opened the briefcase and pulled out a document:
"The head office has a clue about the chip that the head office wants, and someone called and offered to trade it. Coincidentally, the place of the trade is the site of the Hesse family's deadly rival, the Street Warriors of the Jizhen Group.

The caller is encrypted and cannot be traced, but it can also be guessed that he is the one the Hessian family has been looking for, the guy who took the chip and the money.

This person chose a sensitive area for the transaction to protect himself, or maybe he was raising the price so that we both bid. He must know that there are big companies behind the gang and they have as much money as they want. "

"An ignorant citizen dares to negotiate terms with two big companies. He thinks he is something. No matter what, this guy is dead."

"Of course, the poor will always take risks in order to get rich. This is probably the case. You can read the specific task content yourself." The director handed the document to the subject.

Frankenstein is a giant man with a huge body. He gently holds the A4 standard document paper in his palm, as light as holding a business card. Looking at the document, he unscrews the pure water bottle and drinks it in one gulp. , that looks like drinking oral liquid.

"I understand. The head office doesn't want to do the dirty work in person. Let me lead the Hesse family to seize the chip. No matter what the result is, it will not damage the company's reputation."

"Exactly." The director lit a good cigar: "How, do you accept the task?"

He handed the subject a cigar and lit it with a lighter himself.

"Thank you." The experimental subject exhaled a puff of smoke: "Actually, there is no need to ask for my opinion, anyway, I have no room to refuse."

"This is to show respect. The chairman attaches great importance to the BOW (organic biological weapon) project. If you can complete the task, maybe you will become my superior when we meet next time."

"It sounds very tempting to be an executive of a large company with stock holdings. It would be interesting if our identities were reversed."

"Ok?"

"Director, think about it. You were locked in an iron cage to play chess. As for me, I lived in your big villa and asked your model wife to cook me breakfast. If your son was disobedient, I would kick him hard." His ass, what a scene."

Seeing the director's expression as if he had eaten shit, the test subject smiled: "Don't worry, boss, I was just joking, there is no malice."

The director said with a livid face: "Uh...it's okay, I'm not the kind of guy who can't take jokes."

"Speaking of the Hessian family, their behind-the-scenes boss, Jimmy Brown, has a bad reputation.

Pretending to be shot and killed caused the workers to be filled with grief and indignation, and they lost control of their emotions, causing heavy casualties. This conspiracy was exposed by the media, and this bastard might have to flee in his next life. "

"You're pretty well informed."

"I have three hours to watch TV every day. Of course I don't waste it on soap operas. I use it all to watch the news."

"There are some news that the media will never know. Let me tell you that the top management of the company has abandoned Jimmy Brown. His cruise ship is about to sink to the bottom of the sea, and you will be the new boss of the Hesse family."

"Gang boss, cool, a little guy like me will still be able to manage things one day, haha, interesting, really interesting."

"The street gangsters took the company's money, you just order them like a game of chess, and they will be obedient."

"When will you let me out?"

"Just today."

"I really can't bear to be here, everyone treats me so well, especially you, Mr. Director, you are like my reborn parents."

The director had a cigarette in his mouth, with a stern face: "Big man, don't make fun of me, it is impossible for a prisoner locked in a dungeon to be grateful to the warden.

I know you hate me, the institute, the company Raccoon Trading, and the world.

If it weren't for someone pointing a gun at it, if it wasn't for the bomb buried in your body, you would have ripped me to pieces with your big arms, right? "

Frankenstein's blue eyes stared at each other, like a wolf staring at a ranger,
He wanted to see fear, but the other party was smoking a cigarette calmly. Suddenly, he burst out laughing loudly:
"Hahaha! I wanted to scare you, but I didn't expect you to not eat this at all!
X's!No wonder you are the one in charge, people are really incomparable, I am convinced. "

"It's just mutual use, there's no need to be emotional. The company provides funds, and I provide technology. You work hard and work hard. You are much better than ape-man, and you will definitely succeed."

"I want decent clothes, brand-name ones. You can't let me wear this orange prison uniform to work."

"A total of 1700 million yuan has been allocated by the headquarters, of which 30 yuan has already been deposited into your personal account. You can buy whatever you want.

But with your figure, clothes can only be made to order. I will arrange them for you. The doctor will give you a physical examination later. If there are no accidents, you can leave in the evening. "

"Freedom... I almost forgot that feeling..." Frankenstein packed up the chess pieces on the table, and a wild light ignited in his seemingly calm eyes.

(End of this chapter)