Start With Lifting The Restrictions

Start With Lifting The Restrictions Chapter 108

2021-10-29

Chapter 108 Goodbye, father

“47?”

Yang Chu’s eyes widened at the moment he dodged the bullet. Out of the corner of his eye seemed to be attacking his clothing and body.

Shaved head, black suit, red tie...

"No!"

But in the next moment, Yang Chu noticed this and shot him suddenly The "47" is not right.

Let's not talk about why 47 suddenly attacked him at this time, he immediately captured more information while avoiding the bullet.

Although the clothes are roughly the same height, there are slight differences in the appearance.

47's appearance is somewhat similar to Chinese and Western mixed blood, and he can find many similarities with Li Hong, and this attacker is obviously slightly inclined to the characteristics of Westerners.

In particular, this person's eyes...

It's not the coldness of 47, but-

deadly.

It seems like a lifeless machine.

Thinking of the many clone experiments at this laboratory base, Yang Chu could almost immediately conclude that the other party should be a clone similar to 47.

Boom—

Another shot.

After being evaded by Yang Chu several times in a row, the clone that popped up out of nowhere, without any other emotion, has maintained a shooting position.

A little blood splashed on Yang Chu's shoulder.

Yang Chu dodged three shots before the opponent fired, but the fourth shot did not completely complete the dodge.

By the time he sensed the clone's fourth shot, and sensed the ballistic trajectory, the bullet was already in front of him.

With Yang Chu's controlling ability to his body, he couldn't dodge it completely at this time. The bullet rubbed Yang Chu's shoulder and drew a bloodstain.

Obviously, this clone, like 47, has extraordinary fighting instincts and anticipation.

But taking advantage of this moment, two pistols modified by Colt appeared in Yang Chu's hands.

pa pa pa is also fired several times.

The clone's response was also superhumanly swift, and immediately dodged and retreated. Yang Chu followed him around to the other side of the research room and shot the clone again.

This clone also seems to capture Yang Chu's movements, dodging to a room opposite the research lab at critical moments.

Through the glass window of this room, two more bullets were fired.

Yang Chu step one stopped , and after avoiding it, chased after him.

The crackle's gunshots and the sound of various labware dodging against the tables and chairs continued.

In just over ten seconds, the two of them chased back and forth in the surrounding labs and restrooms and other rooms.

Complicated terrain, sensitive responses, and strong combat intuition, the two of them are often in a flash.

Click——

The two Colt-modified pistols in Yang Chu's hands were empty, and the bullets in the pistol magazines in the opposite clone's hands were also exhausted. .

Not waiting for the clone to continue to reload the ammunition, Yang Chu jumped five or six meters away from the corridor outside the laboratory and suddenly appeared in front of the clone.

punched out, the muscles are bulging, and the strength is unparalleled.

The clone body protected the vital points of the chest with both hands, but Yang Chu this fist used the force of the collapse fist and the power he controlled the mobilization of his own muscle skeleton. on the opposite wall.

"The strength response is not below 47, maybe even slightly higher, but the difference in insight, fighting skills, and mastery of the environment is obvious."

punched out, Yang Chu There is an immediate judgment on the clone. This clone seems to be stronger than 47 in some aspects, but the shortcomings are also obvious.

He didn't hesitate to drag him, his feet stomped on the ground, and the screeching sound like the sudden braking of the wheels rang out, and he was in front of the clone again.

The arms are slammed, and the long shot is far away, like a rush of arrows.

The banging sound of muscles and skeletons collided, endlessly.

Yang Chu's arms, thighs, and muscles all over his body were bulging in a circle, and his skin was blue and purple, like cast iron.

Fighting in close quarters, after more than ten punches in a row, suddenly a tricky hand, with a puff, hit the clone's throat.

The clone's throat was ripped, and the body was limp and no longer responsive.

"A very powerful opponent, whose physiological functions in all aspects are far beyond the level that ordinary people can train. If there is a weapon in hand, maybe he can entangle with me for a while."

Yang Chu pulled his hands back, took a long breath, and gradually calmed down his bulging figure.

He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the clone's head again, and glanced at the last digit of the number under the barcode behind the other's head, which showed 48 impressively.

"It seems that this is a new generation of clones that were made after 47."

There are many batches of clones made by Altmeyer, and there are many of them. For a mature and excellent individual, he will extract clone samples again and re-cloning.

As 47 once said to Yang Chu, he killed a bunch of his "brothers". In the journal that Yang Chu read before, the content mentioned was that the so-called "brothers" that 47 killed were actually clones of 47.

The particularity of 47 makes it no longer possible to perform batch cloning through native experiments. The only way is to use the gene of 47 as a blueprint and replicate it again.

It's just that these 47 clones obviously don't meet the requirements. After the first emotional eradication, many clones lost their physiological functions, gradually degenerated, and were regarded by 47 as no longer human, and thus were killed by him one after another.

However, these clones are really powerful.

In a sense, it can be said to be one of the perfect human templates. Although the degree of liberation of muscle strength is not as high as that of Yang Chu, there is no limit at all, but it is almost at the level of 50 to 60%.

In addition, the body's strength, response, senses, information capture, insight, and decision-making power can be said to have reached the level of human cream of the crop and even exceeded the limit.

Looking around the cluttered research room and lounge, Yang Chu was not ready to stay any longer.

This is obviously just the outer area of the laboratory base, most of which are estimated to be where some other auxiliary experimenters and those guarding the gate are located.

He turned around, walked through the corridors of the outer laboratory, and came to an area built independently of metal and solid concrete.

There is an iron gate in this area.

The iron gate has no key lock in the conventional sense, just a scanner-like device.

Yang Chu knocked on the iron door and found that the sound of the iron door was dull. Preliminary speculation that the thickness of the iron door was more than ten centimeters.

"On January 12, 1975, barcodes for automatic identification were tattooed on the back of the clones' heads. Scanners have been installed in key locations in the laboratory so we can easily track the boys the whereabouts."

Yang Chu's eyes fell on the device similar to an iron gate scanner, and a sentence appeared in the diary of Altmeyer that he had flipped through in his mind. in mind.

Yang Chu turned around and found the corpse of the clone in front of him. He grabbed the clone's head with his left hand, pointed it into a knife with his right hand, and moved towards the clone's neck fiercely.

With a sound of ka-cha, the clone's neck bones and flesh were broken together. Yang Chu carried the clone's bare head, went to the iron gate, and aligned the barcode on the back of the clone's head with the one. scanner.

The metal gears turned slightly, and the iron door opened.

……

In the internal experimental base on the first basement floor.

Ottmeyer was sitting on a laboratory table, still meticulously holding a test tube, as if preparing some reagents.

Outside the door, footsteps sounded.

"Complete the task?"

Ottmeyer focused on his work and said without looking up, "I knew you two would not let me down. , although you are not yet perfect, but genetically speaking, you should be better than 47."

"It's me, father."

With a thud , a round head was thrown on the ground not far from the Ottermeyer experimental platform.

Altermeyer lifted the head in surprise and looked at the silhouette standing outside the laboratory door.

Blood-stained black suit, red tie...

"surprised? father"

47 hands down, his right hand Holding a silver dancer, he looked at Ottermeyer behind the experimental bench not far away, and spoke slowly.

"No, I'm not surprised, I hope it's you."

Ottmeyer looked at 47 standing outside the door, with an inexplicable smile on his face, There is joy, and there is loss, and it is extremely complicated.

It seems that it is really the feeling of his own father watching his son grow up and achieve something.

"The 48th is just an improvement on your foundation, but obviously, they are not as good as you, even if they are more loyal to me."

Ottmeyer's voice was calm and hopeful Looking at 47 standing in front of the laboratory door, he turned to look at the rows of huge glass containers behind him.

"Since you were born, you have always been different. You have the agility and reflexes of Li Hong, the patience and offensive of Pablo, who came from a drug lord, and Franz's infiltration and practical sense of smell. In terms of insight and perception, you have inherited a part of me.

You are the most unique of all my works. You are extremely sensitive to your surroundings, but rarely participate in your brothers It seems that you don't have feelings.

But when you were 6 years old, you adopted the rabbit that escaped from the laboratory, and it seemed that you were the first to become emotionally involved. Creature. As you grew up, you hated the Institute, and when you were 25, you and the 6 instigated your brother's uprising to overthrow me and get out of here. You failed, but you In fact, No. 6 and No. 6 have already escaped. You were injured. In order not to drag No. 6, you took the initiative to stay behind to cover him to escape.

I used you as a model to clone a batch of your brothers, but in After eliminating the emotions, you think they have lost their biological functions, can no longer be called human, and kill them all. Look, 47, how deep and introverted your emotions are, complex and delicate! You It's my most outstanding creation!"

hair grey-white, looking like a forty-fifty man in his prime, facing 47 who walked in from the outside, in his voice full of emotion.

The two No. 48 clones he sent are not powerful. From the perspective of genetics, they are obviously better than No. 47.

However, the creation of creatures, sometimes cannot be measured simply by genetic information and genes, and they will eventually undergo some changes beyond what Ottermeyer expected.

"Excuse me!"

Just as Ottermeyer sighed, a strange voice came in from outside the laboratory, "Ottermeyer Academician, I am sorry to you I am very interested in the 'Gene Research and Human Enhancement Project'."

"47, I guessed that you would rebel against me, but I didn't expect that you would even unite with outsiders."

Altmeyer suddenly looked at the silhouette who walked in from outside the laboratory door, his eyes suddenly became sharp, he first glanced at 47 who was standing quietly beside him, like a sculpture, and then at the man who walked in. silhouette, the voice is mixed with coldness:

"Who are you? The ICAAssassin Organization? The CIA in America, or the Kingsman in the UK? You people are all coveting my research results."

"No, Altmeyer Academician."

Yang Chu walked into the laboratory from outside the door, the thick gunpowder and blood-reeking breath on his body made him feel like he had just been killed Death God who came out of the battlefield, "I don't covet your results, I'm just curious, how you create—"

"You hypocrites..." Altmeyer looked into the experiment Yang Chu, who was in the room, sneered, but his super insight made him faintly perceive the difference when Yang Chu entered the door, "You...you are..."

Bang——

Just then, gunshots rang out.

Ottmeyer's brows pierced, his eyes flashed with disbelief, staring at 47 not far in front of him.

"Goodbye, father."

47 looked indifferent, but just said something lightly.

After a long time, 47's eyes turned to Yang Chu again, "I won't let him do any more experiments and creations, here's everything you want to know, our deal is over."

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Saying that, 47 picked up the head of another No. 48 clone on the ground, turned around and walked out of the door of this laboratory, moved towards the second layer underground, "I will destroy this place in 12 hours. ”

Yang Chu glanced at Altmeyer's body on the ground, and then at 47, he could see that the other party seemed to have some kind of psychological change in this brief moment.

It seems to have broken free from the long-held bondage.

From a prey to a hunter, from a plaything to a free man who controls his own life and thoughts.

The thoughts in his mind flashed, Yang Chu didn't go to the sublimation or change of 47, he walked to the other side's test bench, and looked through the various experimental data and Ultramax. Yay really core research material.

(end of this chapter)