Marvel: The Father of Biochemistry

The teams heading towards Death Mountain are still on their way.

Only a small team that found a shortcut to the death mountain rushed to the foot of the mountain before dark.

The captain of this squad, named Clark, is a veteran who has experienced real wars in remote areas. He hates fighting. At first, he planned to take the allowance he had accumulated for a long time and return to his hometown to open a farm, planting fields, Raise animals.

Unfortunately, in the last battle, his body was permanently damaged.

The rest of the matter was simple. The relevant personnel of Osborn Industry approached him. After spending a lifetime of savings, although he was cured, he had to find another job to make a living and joined the private armed forces of Osborn Industry. , Picked up the gun again.

As the sky turned dark, he took a small group of fifteen soldiers and stationed in a leeward cove at the foot of the mountain.

With the igniting of the bonfire, the cold that came after night fell was also dissipated.

Everyone was sitting around the campfire to keep warm. Only Clark, holding an M16 automatic rifle, stood outside the camp, staring at the terrifying mountain because it was too quiet and dark.

For some special reasons, since the body was cured, Clark's perception of danger has become stronger. As soon as they entered the range of this mountain, a bad premonition flashed in his heart, At the moment Looking at the dead mountain, this premonition became more serious.

Just as Clark was thinking seriously, his big hand suddenly fell on his shoulder!

Clark subconsciously raised his gun and turned his head back to fight back, but the sound from behind made him stop his movements.

"Hey~ Old Ke, it's cold and dark. What are you looking at standing here alone!" It was a black guy who was talking. His dark face was illuminated by the moonlight, except for his white teeth. Conspicuous.

"It's you brat, that scared me!" Clark couldn't help but punch the black guy.

"Hey hey~ here~" The black guy was not angry when he was hammered. He also smiled and passed a piece of roasted meat to Clark. "When you first entered the mountain, you were a little unhappy. Ran?"

"You bastard!" Clark grinned and cursed at the black guy, and then his smiling face suddenly turned serious. "When I first entered the mountain, I felt a little uneasy, as if there was a fatal danger waiting in the mountain. US!"

Speaking, Clark picked up the piece of meat, bit off the roasted part, chewed it twice, swallowed it, and said with a sigh of relief: "Maybe it's my illusion!"

When the black guy heard the words, and just wanted to say something, he saw a stout thing in the dark, coming from behind Clark. "Be careful~" The black guy's face changed drastically. After hurriedly reminding him, he kicked Clark. Body.

Because the two stood very close, the black guy came first, rushed to the front of the stout thing, and kicked Clark to the ground, but he himself had no time to avoid the oncoming attack.

After the thing approached, the black guy realized that the thick thing bigger than the washbasin was actually a person's fist.

But before his shocked expression surfaced on his face, he completely lost consciousness.

After the black guy was hit by this boxing, it was as if a person had hit him. A fast-moving train was directly beaten to pieces and flew to the distance in a projectile shape. Part of the broken meat, mixed with blood, turned towards the original. The ground falls.

"Papa~Papa~Papa~..." Clark half-lying on the ground looked at the bloody and tragic picture in front of him with a dull face, and the sound of ground meat fell in his ears.

"Hu~hiss~" Just before Clark had reacted from the scene of the black guy dying, the loud whistling sound brought by a fist wave passed into his ears, making him instantly awake. But then a huge amounts of power passed from his back!

For an instant, Clark's body, like a broken doll, flew towards the distance, and fell down after hitting a big tree. After two rolls, there was no sound.

The bright moonlight shone on the spot, and the ground was bloody. The mutant tyrant'tank' dragged his sturdy arms of the same length and walked out of the darkness. With a pair of eyes that did not contain any emotion, he glanced at the breathless. Clark, after confirming that the other party was really dead, turned around and prepared to leave. Unexpectedly, as soon as it turned around, Clark's corpse under the tree behind it changed. Tan and bright yellow hair mixed together, and it began to skyrocket on Clark's exposed skin, and it would be covered in a short while. The whole body was removed, and then the canine teeth skyrocketed, and the entire face was extremely distorted and shapeshifting, turning into a furry beast head.

As if perceiving the strangeness behind him, the tank turned around to check and saw Clark's corpse disappeared. Instead, a tiger-like monster on all fours appeared there.

"Roar~" A sound similar to a tiger, but with a slightly different cry, came from the monster's mouth, a pair of beast pupils emitting green light in the dark, looking at the huge body of the tank...

Seeing the weird scene in front of him, the tank tilted his head, and a confused expression appeared on his cold face. The reason for this was that the information recorded in the controller could not explain the picture it saw, so he appeared. The cognitive barriers.

But in the next second, the huge body of the tank lased towards the monster. No relevant information was recorded in the controller, but the virus gave the tank the instinct to tell the creatures in front of it that it needed to be destroyed, even though it had already destroyed the opponent. Once again.

The monster watched the tank attack towards it, and the creature's instinct warned it to retreat, but an unknown emotion came to his heart and let it choose to attack.

Just when the monster is fighting the tank, in the camp in the distance.

A group of soldiers who were warming up and chatting hadn't realized that two people had disappeared for a long time, but there were still some careful people who questioned them.

"Hey~Where did Ben go?" A soldier glanced at the camp with some doubts, and asked everyone around the campfire.

"Ben? I don't know!" "Isn't it here just now?" "I guess I went to find Clark!"

"It must be with Clark. You didn’t know that the guy Clark injured his baby because of the war, and he won’t have any more children. He kept taking Ben as a son. Just now I saw Ben and left with a barbecue. Do not worry!"

"Yeah~Yeah, don't worry!"

When everyone said this, the cautious soldier gradually relaxed, but at this moment a faint sound came into his ears, and the soldier immediately changed his face to anxiously and said, "Hey~ you have Didn't hear anything? 1.2"

"Sound? I just heard a vague call of tigers. I didn't expect that there are wild tigers in this mountain. When the mission is over, I will go around and see if I can get one!" "Really? There are tigers calling? There, where?"

"..." Everyone made a fuss again!

But the soldier became more and more anxious and couldn't help but speak loudly: "I didn't mean just now, I mean now, have you heard anything?"

When the soldiers became angry, everyone immediately stopped the noise.

After everyone was quiet, a weak, but gradually clear voice came into their ears.

"Hiss~uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." a woman sobbing and sobbing sounded in the dark mountain.

ps: The language can't write the kind of crying, I suggest you search it, the road to survival witch crying and listen to it, the author warmly suggests that in the middle of the night when there is no one, the loudspeaker should be set to the largest and most suitable for listening. ! .

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