Marvel's King of the Undead

Chapter 135 The Doctor and the Patient

"Looks like there are a lot of new toys, I'm really envious of them."

Looking at the various props, Wayne murmured.

He talked about envy, but Wayne's eyes kept accumulating anger.

Wayne could see puddles of blood on some props that hadn't been completely cleaned up.

Without thinking, he knew what had happened in these rooms.

Not everyone can have his abnormal self-healing ability, and more people will die when they are tortured.

And the people who caused all this didn't care about the loss of these lives.

Instead, he said to the assistant beside him with a smile on his face, "Next."

It seems that these human lives are just dolls for fun or tools for experiments in their eyes.

While walking, Wayne suddenly found that there seemed to be staff in the front room.

Subconsciously holding his breath, Wayne quietly touched the door of the room.

He remembered that when he was caught, all the torture should have been carried out during the day, and at night, these poor test subjects would be left to cultivate their own health and recuperation.

"Are the working hours different here?"

Wayne moved lightly, for fear of attracting the attention of the people inside.

However, he soon realized that these actions of his were futile.

There are a lot of medical equipment in the room that Wayne can't understand, which looks much more professional than the hospital where Tony lived at that time.

In this professional medical room there are two people, both men.

One was wearing a white coat, eyes with metal frames on his face, and snow-white gloves on his hands. He looked like a doctor.

The hands and feet of the other were firmly tied to an iron bed, and he wore only a pair of shorts all over his body. His pale face looked like a terminally ill patient.

At this time, the doctor picked up a machete tens of centimeters long from the side and slashed at the patient on the bed.
The bright red blood gushed out like free tap water, instantly staining the entire iron bed red.

However, when the blood touched the doctor's gloves and coat, it didn't infect it, but dripped to the floor by gravity.

The patient's mouth opened suddenly, as if to cry out in pain, but Wayne, who was separated by the wall, did not hear any sound.

The soundproofing equipment here is surprisingly good. There is only one wall between Wayne and the two people in the room, but it seems that they are separated by a whole world.

The patient's struggle didn't seem to arouse the doctor's sympathy, and Wayne clearly saw the corner of the doctor's mouth slowly draw an arc.

At the same time, pick up the machete stuck in the flesh,

Hold it high,

Fall again.

When the knife fell, the doctor's face suddenly became ferocious, like a devil crawling out of hell.

He's not doing an experiment, he's just having fun.

After a long day of hard work, he was physically and mentally exhausted and needed to relieve his nervousness.

Recently, the organization has been pressing more and more urgently, and it seems that there is less and less time left for them.

The last notice seems to have been posted just the day before yesterday, and they only have one final week left.

If they are still unable to complete the tasks given by the organization, then waiting for their end will be very miserable.

They will be organized as test subjects for the next batch of experiments.

Organizations never support idlers.

He was not surprised by the cruel way the organization treated its subordinates. He knew this from the very beginning. He was the director of a hospital specializing in life engineering, but he joined without hesitation.

Not for dreams, not for science.

Purely for profit, for that fascinating dollar.

These doctors don't need to be locked up like these patients, and the organization gives them very good treatment as knowledge workers.

In this base, they have a set of rooms exclusively for themselves, with all daily necessities and entertainment facilities.

Even as long as they want, the organization can help you find any woman you want at any time, provided that you can complete the goals assigned by the organization.

He completed the previous tasks very well, so he was transferred to take charge of the research here.

However, this time things didn't seem to go as smoothly as before, and the organization's patience was almost exhausted.

And his remaining good days seem to be about to leave him.

Therefore, during this period of time, he has become very anxious.

Alcohol, women, and money can't even satisfy him to relieve his mental pressure.

He has not participated in gatherings and chats among colleagues for a long time.

Because none of that worked for him.

The pressure was like a mountain, overwhelming him.

And an unexpected discovery allowed him to find a good medicine to heal himself.

That is torture,
endless torment,

Hearing the constant wailing and screaming of those sad mutants or test items in his hands.

It seems like all the stress is gone,

He can master them all,
When he holds a knife in his hand, he is the master of everything, and he can decide the life and death of others.

he,
It is the god of these miserable creatures.

So almost every other week, he would choose a test subject that was about to fail, and torture it until the test subject died.

Anyway, he is the person in charge here, and no one asked about his actions.

As long as the deadline for the organization is not met, no one will organize it even if he turns the base upside down.

Four days ago, a mutant with self-healing ability sneaked into the base and was caught.

I thought that the appearance of that mutant might bring him some inspiration or help.

However, after a day of research, he didn't find anything.

So he immediately shouted back the assistants around him, picked up his machete and began to vent fiercely on the mutant.

However, this time was completely different from the previous ones. This mutant was not like those before, who would keep screaming and begging in the face of death threats.

The mutant seemed to be a masochist by nature, the harder he slashed, the louder he screamed.

All kinds of unpleasant words kept coming out of his mouth, without repetition.

So he became angry, he frantically raised the machete, and kept slashing at the mutant's waist, cutting him in half.

However, just when he thought he had won, the mutant's voice suddenly appeared in his ear again.

In desperation, he could only exit the research room and order his subordinates to lock the mutant in a closed room.

He wants to see how long this mutant can last without eating or drinking.

Although he punished the mutant in a disguised form, it couldn't ease the grievance he just felt.

So in the past two days, he changed his venting activity once a week to once a day.

Today was the third day of his venting, and the test subject in front of him had already half-stepped into the gate of hell, and he just used it for his own amusement, to play the last bit of his life value.

Just when the machete was about to hit the meat, he suddenly heard a "beep" in his ear.

The door seemed to be opened.

(End of this chapter)