American comics: Extracting the immortality of cancer cells at the beginning

In the evening.

A van slowly drove into a hidden forest and stopped behind an old tree.

"Click."

The right door slid open, and four men and one woman walked out of the car. Except for the woman, the other four men held guns in their hands.

"Huey, use a pistol. You haven't practiced before, and you may not be able to withstand the recoil of the rifle."

Frank looked at the rifle that was nearly half a meter high, and then looked at Huey's thin figure, and chose to hand him a pistol he carried with him.

"Um... okay, then doesn't Kimiko need a gun?"

"Do you think she needs it?"

MM rolled her eyes at Huey.

"Hurry up."

The group sneaked through the woods and soon came to the periphery of the "Sage Grove".

Looking carefully, I saw that the entire laboratory was surrounded by a high-voltage power grid, and the only entrance and exit were fully armed. I wonder if it was guarded by superhuman guards...

"It seems that the dead rat has caused us a huge trouble..."

Boucher's face was a little dark. He didn't expect that Jonathan's conditions were so harsh. It was no different from asking them to destroy this place.

"Frankie, is there any way?"

"Of course, I also brought my tool box with insulating gloves and liquid pliers."

So, MM was responsible for guarding and Butcher was on guard. Frankie cut a big hole in the power grid. Then, the three of them put on the cleaners' uniforms prepared in advance and entered the laboratory through the back door.

As soon as they entered the door, a central device exhibition that could only be seen in the hospital appeared in front of everyone. Fortunately, Marvin had medical experience and was familiar with the equipment in the hospital. It was not difficult to unlock such a device.

But... before unlocking, we have to eliminate the current danger.

What is behind the heavy door is unknown. Once the door is opened, there is no way back. If an accident occurs, the whole team may be wiped out at any time, which is not worth the loss.

So, for safety, MM leaned her head against the heavy door and tried to listen to the sound behind.

There are many media for sound transmission, and objects are the fastest.

Sure enough, there are frequent footsteps in the corridor behind the heavy door.

If he guessed correctly, there must be guards patrolling behind. As long as he opened the door, the team would immediately meet them.

At that time, a gunfight is inevitable. It is possible that more guards will be alarmed to surround and approach this side.

"Boucher, there are about five or six guards behind. Can you handle it?"

"Let them feel Daddy's enthusiasm... Huey, you hide behind, Kimiko, open the way in front, and Frankie and I will cover the firepower."

Boucher loaded the rifle in his hand, pointed it at the heavy door and issued instructions to the team.

After MM nodded in agreement, MM used her old experience to trick the door of the central control room open with one set of operations.

The heavy door rose, and while the guards on the opposite side were still in a daze, several people began to attack.

Kimiko leaned down slightly, and rushed out in a "hunting" posture, and her agile skills like a wolf were handed over in the counterattack of the guards.

Blood splattered, fingers pierced the neck, and then twisted with great force, breaking the limbs...

"Ahhh!"

The shouts of counterattack, mixed with countless yellow bullets pouring out, bloomed blood flowers on Kimiko's body.

The impact of these bullets did not cause much hindrance to Kimiko. Her self-healing ability would expel the bullets and repair the wounds in a blink of an eye.

Kimiko recalled every bloody night she spent in the terrorist organization before, which was worse than the pain of bullets and heartbreaking.

This unspeakable pain can only be released in every killing.

The final battle ended with Butcher finishing off the enemy with a headshot.

"These bitches should be guarding something in this room. Let's go in and take a look."

MM wiped the blood off her face and pushed the door of the room open first.

In the room, more than ten monitors were installed on a white wall, and each monitor displayed a corresponding ward.

And in these wards, the patients were obviously different from ordinary people.

Some floated in the air, some changed their shapes, some spit acid, and even...

"Wow, he actually used that prop as a skipping rope?"

MM stared at the screen with an incredible face, feeling that her three views had been greatly impacted.

"So... this is not just a laboratory, but also a hell on earth where a large number of superhumans are imprisoned for experiments?"

Frankie analyzed.

"What are these crazy people studying?"

Huey's daughterHis friend Xingguang is also a superhuman. He can't imagine what would happen if Annie was locked up here.

"Hey! Butcher, when will that mysterious bitch come over? Look at these superhumans on the screen. We can't deal with them easily."

"Then I want to ask you, what kind of damn alien can guard these superhumans!"

"Butcher, you always do things as you please. You will kill us all!"

"Don't worry, man. I called before I left. The sewer rat said he would come... Godokin University is not far from here. We will see his true face soon."

Butcher shrugged and pointed to a display screen on the wall.

"It seems that there is an incredible bitch rushing towards us."

Hearing Butcher's words, everyone turned their attention to the big screen.

It was a middle-aged man with a blond flat head wearing a nursing uniform, holding a lighter and rushing towards where they were.

"Who is this?"

"Why does he look familiar?"

Not knowing who the person is, everyone can only plan to move forward, and see if they can find a chance to sneak deeper into the interior while waiting for the mysterious person to arrive.

As the footsteps approached, another door was reopened.

The blond man with a flat head walked to the middle of the corridor and saw five guards who were bleeding all over the ground and dead.

"Damn it, there are intruders!"

The situation was critical, so the man took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

At this time, Butcher and his group had come to a relatively core area in the interior. This area was surrounded by locked iron gates, and extremely dangerous superhuman criminals were imprisoned behind the iron gates.

"Butcher, this is a dead end, we need to change the entrance to enter."

"Damn it, MM, why are you leading the way..."

Just as everyone was about to turn around and retreat, a man with a lighter in his hand appeared in front of them, blocking their way.

"You shouldn't have come in here."

Then the man lit the lighter, and then grabbed the air with his other hand. The flame in the lighter was magnified as if it was controlled, and finally turned into a hot ball of fire, which was firmly grasped in the palm of the man's hand.

"Who are you... If you tell the truth, I can consider giving you a whole body."

"You are... the fucking lamplighter?"

PS: The lamplighter, a retired member of the former Seven Team, the founder of the Crime Fighting Academy, has the ability to control existing flames. His classic image is wearing a green hooded robe and holding a torch.

Seeing this familiar flame, Frankie's eyes were instantly filled with blood, and his face was bulging with blue veins. He wanted to fight with the gun in his hand.

However, due to the obstruction of Butcher and MM, Frankie could not move forward.

"Fuck, you damn cowards! He killed Mallory's grandson!"

Frankie was furious and struggled constantly.

"You are an inhuman bastard scum!"

"You are... the one who followed me back then?"

The lamplighter's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained serious on the surface.

"These things have happened many years ago. It's time to bury them in the ground."

Back then, as a member of the Super Seven, the lamplighter was coerced by Mallory to spy on the Vought Group.

But he was unwilling to be controlled by others, and he developed a rebellious and vengeful mentality, so he sneaked into Mallory's house in the dark and burned Mallory's bedroom.

Unexpectedly, it was not Mallory lying on the bed in the bedroom, but several children waiting for their grandmother to come back and tell stories.

The lamplighter felt deeply guilty about this, so he faded out of the public eye and was arranged by the Vought Group to destroy evidence.

However, he did not know the big thing that Sheti, the president of Godokin University, was secretly planning.

"Do you want to forget this? You will never get over this level in your life, you scum!"

Frankie continued to roar.

However, the lamplighter was not a good-tempered person, and he retorted in a louder voice:

"Did you stop me at that time? You followed me but didn't stop me. You are also a damned sinner. You are no match for me, and you have no right to say anything to me!"

Hearing this, Frankie's angry face suddenly became stiff, and then he fell silent. ,

Eight years ago, he and his best friends Shirley and Jay were three criminals who were in trouble in society.

Five years ago, the three were arrested. In order to prevent his best friends from being sent to prison, Frankie accepted Mallory's recruitment and joined the secret team to fight against superhumans with his own skills and abilities.

When Mallory threatened the lamplighter, he was ordered to follow,In case of an accident.

That night, Frankie followed the lamplighter outside the nightclub, but at this time he received a call from Shirley, saying that his best friend Jay was in critical condition due to an overdose of flour and needed urgent treatment.

On one side was the mission, and on the other side was friendship. Frankie thought the lamplighter would stay in the nightclub, so he ventured back to his residence to wake Jay up.

But in just half an hour, the lamplighter slipped out the back door and avenged Mallory.

Ironically, Jay overdosed again a few months later and eventually lost his life.

Therefore, the lamplighter's rebuttal was not only not wrong, but also made Frankie speechless with guilt.

"Haha, am I right?"

"Since you don't want to say it, don't blame me..."

As he said, the lamplighter was about to throw the fireball in his hand.

At this critical moment, a slender hand suddenly appeared on the lamplighter's neck.

"Put down your fireball, okay?"

For some reason, the lamplighter felt his body become paralyzed instantly, and his limbs actually followed the instructions under the intervention of this voice.

Beside his ear, there was a gentle and seductive female voice.

"Everyone, am I not late?"

As the woman's figure dodged, a man with black hair and black eyes and dressed in tight clothes appeared in the sight of the black robe group.