Marvel's King of the Undead

Chapter 136 Revenge Symphony

When he saw the doctor cut him for the first time, Wayne subconsciously hammered open the door, no longer caring about whether he would be discovered. He couldn't accept that such inhuman abuse happened before his eyes.

However, a rectangular protrusion in the purse on his chest made him hesitate for a moment.

Quickly opening the purse, Wayne took out something similar to a door card.

Glancing at the sensing area on the doorknob, Wayne put the key card on it.

"drop"

a soft sound.

The door opened without hindrance.

Wayne's suit is the uniform of someone who cleans and cleans the lab.

And this torture area happened to be the place most frequently visited by those responsible for cleaning.

After the door opened, Wayne walked in directly, and then closed the door again with his backhand.

The doctor holding the machete was stunned when he saw Wayne who suddenly appeared.

The machete stopped in the air, less than 5 centimeters away from the patient below.

Only after entering, Wayne could hear the patient's moaning indistinctly.

It seemed that his life had come to an end, and even the severe pain could not make him full of strength again, and let out a loud wail.

The patient didn't look at Wayne, who didn't seem to have the energy to notice that there were already three people in the room.

His eyeballs have started to roll up slowly,

The long-term torture had already made him give up hope of survival.

At this time, death is a kind of relief for him, and it is the result of his dreams.

"Who are you? Who asked you to come here at this time?"

After a brief moment of daze, the doctor reacted.

He hated being interrupted in his pursuit of pleasure, even if it was a major emergency.

Looking at Wayne's attire, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

How dare an inferior person in charge of cleaning up the garbage disturb himself at this time, didn't their boss tell them not to come at this time?
The doctor decided to send the cleaner to the laboratory tomorrow.

"guess who I am?"

Wayne pulled the mask off.

The moment the mask was pulled off, a strong smell of blood came to the nostrils.

"Tick, tick, tick."

The iron bed could no longer hold any more blood, and the blood began to flow down the edge.

"you are?"

The doctor glanced at Wayne's face suspiciously.

Although in terms of his status, he didn't know any cleaning staff in this base, and he didn't even bother to know them.

But he knew that it was impossible to have such a young cleaner in this base.

In other words, this boy is an outsider.

"You are not from here!"

The doctor reacted instantly, and put the knife in his hand between himself and Wayne.

"The response was pretty good."

Wayne looked at the wary doctor in front of him.

His eyes were as cold as Antarctic ice.

"court death!"

The doctor with the machete took the lead.

With the machete in hand, he felt that he had an absolute advantage.

After all, Wayne was just a teenager pretending to be a cleaner, and he didn't look like that kind of vicious mutant.

Those mutants should have a more direct way of invading, like the one caught earlier.

Wearing a conspicuous red uniform, he walked to the gate and asked the guard if he had seen his ammunition bag.

Without even looking at the machete waved by the doctor, Wayne punched the doctor flying with a backhand, and then fell heavily into the pile of complicated instruments.

Although the doctor's academic achievements may be very powerful, judging from his boxing skills, even the little fat man who acts as a logistics supporter can punch ten of them.

Although Wayne controlled his strength, the doctor at this time seemed to be knocked down by a speeding car.

His chest seemed to be pierced through, and the severe pain made no part of his body twitch.

With just one punch, Wayne destroyed all his mobility.

Now he is just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Wayne ignored the lying doctor.

This kind of person can't cut himself to death even if he is given a knife.

Moreover, thanks to the good sound insulation here, Wayne is not afraid that the movement here will attract the attention of others.

"Are you OK."

Wayne turned to look at the patient lying on the bed.

As soon as the words were spoken, Wayne fell silent.

He found himself asking a nonsense,
Not everyone is the same as me,
There is a deep wound on his chest, and his own blood is all under his body, can he be fine?

At this time, the patient on the bed finally found Wayne's arrival.

Seeing the moment the doctor was knocked down, the patient's eyes that were about to turn white suddenly burst into a strange look.

"who are you?"

His voice was very hoarse, and his vocal cords had already been ruined by endless wailing.

"I'm here to save you."

Wayne untied the patient's bound hands and feet.

He did come to save people,

His goal before was to save Wade alone,

But now, he wants to rescue all the persecuted people in the base.

"I can't do it anymore."

The patient sat up on the bed with difficulty.

His face was as white as the spotless snow in winter, and almost no blood flowed from the wound on his chest.

"... Do you have any other wishes? Tell me, and I will help you."

After a long silence, Wayne said.

"I want to kill him!"

The man looked at the doctor lying on the ground.

The voice was still weak, but the firmness in it was beyond doubt.

Wayne glanced at the room, and picked up the machete that the doctor was holding just now from the ground not far away.

"Give."

Wayne handed the machete to the patient who had stood up tremblingly.

"I don't want to touch such a dirty thing."

The patient glanced at the machete and said, the blood that flowed out earlier slid down his body, dyeing him into a bloody man.

He has seen this machete many times, but before this machete fell on his companions.

But today was his first contact with this machete.

He took two steps towards the doctor. His steps were weak but firm. Now he can be said to be a dead person, supported entirely by willpower.

"Does it matter?"

After walking a few more steps, he suddenly turned around and asked Wayne.

"What's all right?"

"I killed him, doesn't it matter?"

The patient said slowly: "He has a high status. If you capture him alive, you may be able to get more information."

"You can also save more people."

Looking at the troubled patient, Wayne was silent again.

"Kill him, I promised you that I will help you realize your last wish."

After a while, Wayne replied: "I will save everyone, trust me!"

A smile appeared on the patient's face,
With the blood all over her body, this smile looks like a perverted murderer.

He didn't speculate on whether Wayne's promise could be fulfilled,

For those of them who have experienced the darkest world, they are already satisfied to have someone who wants to save them.

As for the result,

they don't care,

Anyway, death is just a relief for them.

After rushing two steps forward, the patient looked at the doctor who was close at hand and rushed forward.

At this moment, he seems to be shining brightly.

Without a knife, he used his hands, his feet, his teeth, and everything he could use.

Vent all your grievances, despair, and pain on the culprit below you.

The desperate screams sounded again,
Constantly echoing in this small sealed room,
It's like a perfect revenge symphony.

(End of this chapter)