Marvel: The Father of Biochemistry

Inside the institute.

Five warm human bodies were tied to five cold workbenches, waiting for the virus to be injected.

If At the moment uses normal living people, then this behavior is a crime, but these clones are different. Strictly speaking, although these clones are alive, they don’t have any memories. There is no self-awareness, just a living exorcism.

So doing it this way, although weird, can't be said to be a crime.

The reason why the five bodies were tied up is mainly because they will have a catastrophic reaction after the virus injection, and they are afraid that they will injure themselves when the catastrophic reaction occurs!

On the other side of the workbench, Mephisto was fiddling with a password box placed on the lab table.

This was brought when he came. The box contained the latest model of virus, which he took out from the storage of the company’s laboratory in order to create a tyrant suitable for his use. The virus equipped is too old to deal with ordinary people, but it is not enough to deal with the monsters privately created by Osborn Industries, so Mephisto comes with its own virus.

As the password box was opened, the six virus reagents stored in the 130 sealed glass box came into Mephisto's eyes!

The colors of these six virus reagents are three blue, two red, and one black, corresponding to three males, two females and one snake. This was also prepared by Mephisto from the beginning. After checking the virus, there is no problem. After that, he put on a pair of medical gloves and planned to inject it manually. Fortunately, he had accompanied Mu Fangfei to some medical school classes, so he knew how to simply inject Mephisto.

Just as Mephisto was injecting the maternal bodies one by one, a military unit wearing camouflage uniforms with the Osborn industrial logo printed on it was stationed on the outskirts of the Acre Mountains. Before long, one group after another, holding hands Soldiers with thermal weapons scattered and marched into the Acre Mountains, carpet-like searching the entire mountain.

Among them is a squad staying in place, and the leader is impressively the former short-haired man Clinton.

I saw a small pistol on his waist, a half-length black alloy bow on his back, and a basket of bows made of alloy arrows. Standing on the flat ground with two empty hands, a pair of eagle eyes looked into the distance. The sharp gaze seemed to be able to see the enemy through obstacles.

However, this outfit that looks like going into the mountains to hunt is very eye-catching among a group of soldiers armed with thermal weapons, but when the surrounding soldiers look at him, they have a look of admiration and approval in their eyes.

"Sir, the other squads have entered the prescribed area and started searching inward along the mountainous area as planned!" A shrewd and capable soldier trot to Clinton's side and reported!

"Okay, very good!" Clinton said with an approving smile. Originally, he didn't have much hope for the private soldiers of Osborn Industries. You can count on how powerful a company's troops can be, but it's true. The situation is that these soldiers are not only well-equipped but also well-trained, and completed the deployment of the troops in just ten minutes.

Seeing that Clinton was in a good mood, the soldier who came to report boldly asked: "Sir, the other squads have reached the designated positions and started searching, then what should our squad do next?"

Hearing the soldier’s question, Clinton did not answer the question immediately. Instead, he looked up at the mountain in the distance, and then said: “If you only rely on gradually advancing the search from the periphery of a huge mountainous area, it will undoubtedly require a lot of time!"

"And since the other party has hidden something in the mountain, it will definitely leave a trace. Let those advancing from the periphery pay close attention to the traces in the forest, and report immediately when they find it, and we will head there!"

Speaking, Clinton raised his right hand to the northeast. The soldier looked in the direction of Clinton's finger, only to see where a huge mountain surrounded by countless hills stood, subconsciously surprised Roar said: "Death mountain?"

Clinton heard the soldier's surprise. Roar's expression was shocked. He eagerly asked the soldier, "What did you say, John? That mountain is called Death Peak? Why is it called that?"

The soldier named John swallowed, and in Clinton's eager gaze, he told the story of the mountain.

"My hometown is near the Acre Mountains. When I was young, the old people warned everyone not to go to that mountain, saying that it is the mountain of death, but everyone who has been there will die inexplicably, even if the body is dead. Buried in the tomb, it will disappear and appear in the mountain in a few days. They say that it is the curse of the mountain of death, but everyone killed by it must return to the embrace of the mountain."

At this moment, Clinton seemed to be listening to an absurd ghost story, trying to interpret this story from a realistic perspective, ‘the inexplicable death, is it because he broke into the mountain and found something to be killed? The corpse disappears from the grave, and if the corpse is stolen, destroy the evidence? ’

No matter what Clinton is thinking, John's narrative continues.

"The legend of the mountain of death has been with me throughout my childhood. When I grew up, I joined the army. After I was discharged from the army, I came back for a while and learned about the follow-up stories. There was a weird death. The government intervened after the trouble broke out. It sent troops into the mountain to check the details. I haven't heard of the specific situation, but since then, anyone has been banned from entering the mountain. Soon after that I was recruited by Osborn Industries along with a few comrades in arms."

After telling his story, John looked at Clinton's expression and cautiously said: "Sir, no one has been to that mountain in the past few years. Are you sure we are going there?"

Clinton heard the words and looked at John, who had become embarrassed because of a story, and said solemnly: "Then you tell me, apart from the death mountain, there is nothing wrong with the other hills?"

John frowned and thought, trying hard to search his memory, and then nodded affirmatively, "Yes, except that the mountain has a death legend, there is nothing wrong with it!"

‘There is such a coincidence that there is only one mountain where such weird things happen. It is estimated that this is their way to cover their eyes! 'Clinton secretly said in his heart, and then solemnly said to John: "We have to go to that mountain. Not only we are going to go, but also to notify other teams to let them give up searching and find the nearest route towards that mountain. Go ahead, and remember your story. We only need to know it. I don’t want the third person to know!"

A look of hesitation flashed across John's face. The story of the death mountain accompanied his growth. He really didn't want to go to that weird mountain.

"This is an order, go ahead and execute it!" Just as John was about to say something more, Clinton saw his mind directly and ordered sharply. .

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