Marvel's King of the Undead

Chapter 162 I Want to Kill in a Dream

In an empty laboratory,

There are all kinds of advanced equipment around, and a group of bearded scientists with glasses are gathering behind a thick bulletproof glass to have a lively discussion.

On the other side of the bulletproof glass, several men with ignorant expressions were staring blankly at the teenager lying on a bed, seemingly at a loss.

The boy looked young, at best, handsome, with a thick white cloth covering his body.

"Don't be stupid, put the tube of the white instrument next to him on him."

One of the scientists shouted at several men.

"Do as we taught you first, and put all these instruments on him!"

Another scientist answered.

"Just treat him as your relative or friend, and don't use any tricks!"

Another scientist added, with a strange expression on his face, as if recalling some bad memory.

The boy lying on the bed is Wayne,
After Hydra brought him back to another base, he immediately confirmed Wayne's identity, and transferred a group of Hydra's best scientists from various bases.

A group of scientists who are crazy about science swarmed here, and finally waited for their colleagues to arrive. Just when they were about to use the knife, their nightmare happened.

Scientist No.1 who came into contact with Wayne, just got the knife and before it touched Wayne's skin, the boy who was lying obediently suddenly shook his hand.

The learned scientist hit the ceiling and fell apart before he could even let out a scream.

The movement in the laboratory instantly alarmed the guards outside, and a group of guards with guns rushed in like wolves.

Their mission was to protect Hydra's most precious talent, so they shot Wayne without hesitation.

The results are still dire.

The scientists present experienced for the first time what is called real purgatory on earth.

With his eyes closed, Wayne seemed to have his eyes all over his body. While precisely avoiding every bullet, he hammered all the guards to death one by one like whack-a-mole.

Blood spilled all over the floor of the laboratory,
A group of normally high-spirited scientists were frightened into soft-legged shrimps by Wayne's brutal killing, and they fell to the ground one by one, not daring to make any sound.

Okay,

After killing all the guards, Wayne lay down on the ground again. The uniform rise and fall of his chest proved that the boy was still asleep.

As a result, the originally enthusiastic scientists withered instantly.

Although scientific research occupies a very important position in their hearts, there is still a little gap compared with their own lives.

A group of scientists were overwhelmed by Wayne's sudden violent murder, and they were unwilling to get close to that terrifying boy no matter what they said.

For a time,

The research on Wayne came to an end.

Although the top management of Hydra is jealous of Wayne's genes and his magical power, but because no one can use them, they can only spend more time to appease the scientists under their command.

The delay is a week,
Wayne's body seemed to be undergoing some changes. Although he hadn't touched a drop of water, he still remained healthy from the appearance.

And scientists have suffered this week,
They don't even have the intention to do other research. As long as they walk into the laboratory, the figure with closed eyes will appear in their minds.

However, the top management of Hydra did not let them leave. Instead, they always gathered them together for class, in the name of deepening the communication between each other.

So this group of scientists with different factions, different professions, and different opinions can only stay in a closed room all day long.

After a long time, scientists who were relatively unfamiliar before gradually began to have some exchanges.

Although everyone was terrified, of course they couldn't show it in front of their peers.

So these scientists with a common shadow would get together to discuss the sleepwalking massacre when they had nothing to do.

"Mutants are a magical species. Their x-genes give them all kinds of magical powers. I think this mutant's previous actions may be derived from the power of genes."

A scientist who had been working in the field of mutants broke the ice in the room to speak his mind.

"I think it may be our actions that made his body have an autonomous defense awareness. Even if some soldiers are fast asleep, their bodies will automatically respond accordingly when encountering danger."

Another scientist followed up with his own opinion. His previous research was more on ordinary soldiers.

"I think he might be sleepwalking, and some people do this kind of hurtful behavior while sleepwalking."

Another scientist spoke.

Immediately, the scientist seemed to feel that his point of view was a bit untenable and lacked actual supporting examples, and the scientist continued:
"For example, Cao Cao in ancient Chinese history once said, I love killing people in my dreams."

Suddenly, the scientist spit out a sentence in Chinese.

The scientists around him looked at him in bewilderment. They were all biologists and devoted their entire lives to academics.

It can be said that I don't know anything about foreign languages, but inexplicably, everyone thinks it sounds very powerful.

"So it's enough for us to approach him without evil intentions?"

at last,

A scientist has come up with a solution.

If he didn't come up with a summary, this group of old men over fifty years old would have to chat awkwardly for the sake of their own face.

"I can see it."

"I think you can try."

"You can try."

The proposal passed unanimously,

After a week of discussion, a group of excellent scientists finally came to a result.

However, this result is only a guess after all, and the next step after having an idea is practice.

Although this method may work, who wants to be a person who practices this?
The atmosphere in the room was a little quiet for a while,

After 5 minute,
The atmosphere in the room turned from quiet to awkward.

"How about you come? I have always admired your research in the professional field."

A scientist looked at a bearded man in front of him and said.

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The bearded man froze for a moment,
Almost a mouthful of saliva was sprayed on the scientist's face.

"I think so."

"I have always admired your research."

"This No.1 must belong to you."

Scientists began to review one by one,
Anyway, as long as it's not them, anyone else will get 1 support.

Glory is important,

But the prerequisite for obtaining this important condition is that you can still live after gaining glory.

Saying a few words against their will to praise someone and let him shoulder the burden for themselves, these scientists do it without any psychological burden.

The bearded man looked angrily at the scientists around him, his old face flushed red.

Faced with all kinds of flattery from his peers, if it was normal, he would probably be smiling like a chrysanthemum.

However, at this moment, he just wanted to hack these bastards to death with a knife.

opened his mouth,

He didn't know how to speak,
Apparently, everyone present is more clear in their minds, like a mirror.

They are all afraid that they will be in danger, and they all want others to do it for them.

But who has the guts to say this in front of everyone?
Will I still be in the field in the future?
at last,

At the moment when Big Beard was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage, someone rescued him.

"I feel like we can get some uninformed ordinary people to do it."

The speaker and the bearded man came from a research base. Seeing that their colleagues were going to have an accident, they came out very loyally and stood up.

"Correct!"

After holding back for a while, the bearded man finally uttered a word.

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(End of this chapter)