zombie frenzy

Chapter 168 Flair's Transformation
The bewitching blond man disappeared, and on the sturdy special chair, a blond-haired zombie was struggling crazily.

The eyes were full of blood, the existence of the eyeballs could not be seen, the fair skin turned gray-brown, the veins bulged and throbbed non-stop, the nails of the fingers became much sharper, and the big open mouth was full of whiteness. The two rows of teeth on his back also looked sharp and long, like a vampire.

The hands and feet clasped by the thick alloy steel plate struggled desperately, his body twisted desperately, the heavy chair swayed non-stop, making a creaking sound, the steel plate buckled around his neck was deeply strangled in, he But he didn't feel the same, he raised his head vigorously and straightened his upper body.

roar.

A layer of filthy blood oozed from the skin of the blond man, staining his clothes with a layer of grayish black. In the white space, he looked particularly eye-catching, and an unpleasant smell of corruption quickly spread from him. , even a few huge vents on the top of the head can't get rid of these smells.

"Hold on, hold on."

The doctor yelled loudly, looking nervously at the display screen on the instrument, reaching out his hand from time to time to reattach the detection equipment that had been loosened by the blond zombie's shock.

The values ​​on the screen are already messed up, and they are jumping upwards exponentially, which has long exceeded the limits of human beings. Heart rate, blood pressure, temperature, everything is out of control, even zombies cannot reach such a height, the instrument starts to A red alarm flashes, accompanied by a beeping sound.

His hair became messy, stained with the sweat rolling down his forehead, and stuck together wetly, and the lenses on his face were covered with a layer of mist, making his eyes blurred.

The doctor lowered his head, reached out to take off his glasses, squeezed out the sweat that rolled into his eyes while closing his eyes, and wiped the lenses on the white coat indiscriminately.

Clang clang clang.

The blond zombie opened its mouth wide and roared non-stop. The body struggled and twisted more and more. The chair that was firmly fixed on the ground began to shake. The chair of the mutant zombie began to deform and twist under its struggle.

"How could this be? It shouldn't be."

The doctor was a little flustered, he put his head in front of the display screen, and while pressing the buttons on it to call up different monitoring data, he talked nervously to himself.

He has done this kind of experiment no less than a hundred times. Before injecting the high-level evolution fluid, hundreds of mutated zombies were consumed, and there were more than ten volunteers. Although none of them could survive, one time This adjustment made him full of confidence. Even if there were some mistakes, he was sure to be able to control them. Otherwise, how dare the doctor use it directly on the blond man.

"It's strange, it was the same last time, could it be that..."

The doctor paused for a moment, a gleam flashed in his eyes, he turned his head to look at the frantically struggling blond zombie, his mind turned rapidly.

It is so, yes, it must be so.

He jumped up, pressed the struggling zombie, stretched out his hand to press down on its head, opened its eyelids to look at it, and kept touching its body, feeling the drastic changes in its body.

Don't look at the doctor's thin and young appearance, but he can develop the evolution fluid, how could he not give himself a dose, and seeing that he can control the blond zombie that surpasses the strength type zombie with one hand, I'm afraid he injected it , It is much more advanced than those obtained by the evolutionists outside.

"As expected, it was a virus infected during the catastrophe."

The doctor murmured excitedly, forgetting the crazy struggle of the zombies in front of him. He took a step back and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "The direction is wrong. The virus in the zombies has already started to mutate after entering the human body. During the time of zombies, although the virus is more powerful, it has lost its original state, and only the earliest viruses can perfectly transform the human body."

The doctor rushed to the front of the instrument, turned on the computer on the shelf, and frantically began to look up various previous data, frowning at the blond zombie while flipping through it.

"At that time, the virus was the most toxic and active, but why did it become stable in his body? Is it an individual reason, or food, or was it infected with some disease that triggered the antibody? Logically speaking, this time the virus The evolution fluid should not have caused such a big change to him, what went wrong?"

He quickly typed a string of characters on the keyboard with both hands, and the spirochete on the screen transformed rapidly under his control, and new genes were constantly combined, but they collapsed on the spirochete again and again.

roar roar.

The blond zombie's struggle became more violent, the bulging veins on his body were throbbing violently, his heart was pounding and contracting, quickly pressing the dirty blood to all parts of his body, his blood pressure was constantly rising, and his open eyes became It became more and more blood red, as if it could drip blood.

Amidst the roar, the well-proportioned and strong body of the blond man was deformed, and the muscles in his arms swelled up quickly, pulling his clothes tightly, and the stitches between the sleeves were gradually pulled apart, one by one. was broken.

The suit turned into rags, stretched by the rapidly bulging muscles, and flew to the top of the head with a clatter.

The taupe body became extremely majestic, the upper arms were as thick as a woman's waist, and the pectoral muscles were raised high, appearing in front of the eyes like a hill. The steel plates that fastened the wrists, ankles, and neck sank into the body. In the middle of the place, screws the size of bottle caps began to rattle and rattle, and gradually began to come out.

The roar of the blond zombie became even more shocking. It raised its head, the steel plate was deeply strangled into its neck, its body trembled and leaned forward, its hands were clenched into fists, and it was constantly lifted up. The heavy chair creaked loudly, There is always the danger of collapsing.

The instrument began to emit puffs of blue smoke, the screen flickered, and a piercing alarm sounded. The red light flickered crazily. The doctor woke up from the madness. Before he could react, all the alarm lights were turned off It disappeared, leaving only the green smoke still rising continuously.

In the snow-white space, the light flickered a few times and regained its stability. On the chair, the screws fixing the steel plate flew out with a bang, hit the wall and bounced back, dancing on the ground.

"No, Fryer, hold on, hold on." The doctor rushed over in panic, rummaging in front of the instrument.

The antidote that was supposed to be loaded in the equipment would be automatically injected into the zombie's body when the limit value was reached, but because the value changed too drastically, the equipment broke down, but it happened that the doctor had a sudden inspiration and discarded it. The evolved and upgraded Fryer ran aside to start research and development, so that he missed the opportunity to make manual corrections again.

He grabbed the mechanical arm with both hands, twisted it vigorously, and tore it apart with a creaking sound.

"Where? Where?"

The doctor muttered, clasped the outer skin of the mechanical arm with his fingers, and tore it vigorously, tearing off the iron sheet on it, revealing a bottle of injection wrapped in a silver metal shell loaded in the mechanical arm.

"Found it, Flair, hold on."

The doctor shouted loudly, grasped the injection with his right hand, turned around and wanted to inject it into its body.

Turning around, a pair of blood-red eyes were staring at him fiercely, and the corrupt breath from his mouth sprayed directly on his face, covered his glasses, and made his nose saliva flow out of irritation.

cough cough.

The doctor didn't inject the medicine immediately, but took a step back staggeringly, and covered his mouth and nose with his hands.

If he is an evolutionary of the combat system, even if he enters the body with a long knife at this time, he will inject the medicine unceremoniously, but as a research and development personnel, his first choice is to retreat.

Boom boom boom.

A few more bright screws shot out from the chair, hit the ceiling, smashed the light tube, a large piece of glass shards fell, and electric sparks crackled overhead, lighting up the entire space. Start blinking.

"not good."

The doctor stared blankly at the top of his head, shouted, and finally remembered the antidote in his hand, and rushed forward quickly.

Bang.

The blond zombie waved its arms, and an afterimage flashed in front of his eyes. The doctor flew out suddenly, hit the wall heavily, and then slid down and sat on the ground.

The glasses on his face flew somewhere, his face was bruised, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He shook his head and looked ahead in horror.

The zombie sat up, twisted its neck from side to side, moved its body slightly, and the bones on its body made a crisp sound.

Bang bang bang.

Heavy footsteps sounded in the space. The blond zombie glanced left and right, jumped off the chair, and walked towards the doctor step by step. The ground shook slightly, and the huge figure covered all the lights. he.

"Flair, it's me, I'm the doctor." The doctor shouted nervously.

The zombie's eyes flickered for a moment, as if he was a little puzzled, but after a while, a big hand grabbed him, clamped his neck, and lifted him up against the wall.

The doctor yanked the zombie's fingers vigorously with both hands, kicked and beat the zombie randomly in mid-air, his neck was clamped, he couldn't breathe, his brain was short of blood, he only felt his eyes were blurred.

The muscles on the blond zombie's face twitched, the knife-like face became a little fat and round, the eyes were much smaller, and the small scar under the eyes turned blood red, the original charming and handsome appearance disappeared now, and it became ferocious and cold, It's like a completely changed person.

It wasn't until this time that Flair really showed his true face. The handsome blond man before him was just a brand new look rebuilt by his body after his evolution. Except for the doctor, no one knew about the blond man who had been standing in the foreground all this time. The man is Flair, at most, it's just strange that the blond hair between the two is somewhat similar.

The blond zombie slowly opened its mouth wide, and moved towards the doctor's head little by little.

The corners of the mouth were gradually torn apart, extending all the way to the back of the ears. The wide open mouth could swallow his whole head. In its throat, a long and thin needle stretched out, slightly in front of the mouth. Shaking, aiming at the doctor's eyes little by little.

The doctor dodged left and right, he forgot the antidote in his hand, and only knew to keep pulling the zombie's fingers to avoid the needles that were getting closer.

His face became more and more red, and the bloodshot eyes were squeezed out by the pressure, which looked like the eyes of a monster that had just turned red.

Finally unable to catch his breath, he was unable to move the zombie's fingers, his hands stopped moving, and he waved his fist weakly, hitting the monster's arm one after another.

laugh.

The antidote in his hand accidentally stabbed the zombie's arm, and the extremely sharp needle pierced into the muscle in an instant. The green liquid squeaked, and it was all injected in an instant.

The blond zombie stopped moving, staring blankly at the silver needle still inserted in its arm, it shook a few times, let go of its palm, and quickly retracted the needle protruding from its mouth.

cough cough cough.

The doctor fell to the ground, clutching his neck and panting heavily, fresh blood entered his brain, he shook his head, and slowly raised his head.

The blood red in the eyes faded quickly, the gray-brown skin also became lighter, the beating blue veins on it were hidden under the skin, the bulging muscles shrank, and they returned to the human state.

"PhD…?"

Flair shook his body, propping up the wall in front of him with one hand, and asked with some uncertainty.

(End of this chapter)