War in Heaven

Standing in front of the prison area, listening to the voice of the announcement, the boy slightly clenched his steel fist:

Under the long and cruel torture, he could not even remember his name. But the man who is his own adoptive father has done everything he has done until now.

However, now is not the time to recall.

He frowned and stared at the dozens of security guards who were slowly approaching themselves. The group's costumes are surprisingly consistent, wearing black helmets, red and black bulletproof armor, and a modified version of the Tokarev TT-33 pistol.

"Don't shoot, he has our prototype on it, and if it breaks, it's in trouble!"

An old voice rang from behind the crowd, sounding like a military scientist who had just arrived at the institute today.

Upon hearing the orders of the boss, the guards all gathered the guns and then pulled out the electric batons. The black stick glowed with a white arc and made a dangerous squeak.

"do not move!"

"Put your hands up!"

The guards around them kept shouting old-fashioned threatening lines. But the boy didn't care at the moment. Because he has seen a familiar figure through the crowd.

Standing behind the crowd, the blond middle-aged man with an anxious look is one of the initiators of the cruel "killing reaction experiment" by Dr. Kellov.

And his identity is the experimental body of "anti-killing reaction experiment". Seven years ago, my first "death" was caused by this person!

So, the things to do are very simple.

Originally, I only wanted to break through the blockade and left, but now, in the face of the enemy who has tortured her for seven years, he immediately changed his mind and turned to revenge on the spot.

I haven’t said anything for a long time. The teenager who just recovered his language ability a few minutes ago raised his right hand to Dr. Krlov’s face and said in a confused way:

"destroy."

A simple word, if spoken from the general population, may only be used as a joke. However, after the boy finished speaking, the dozens of guards who were surrounded by him obviously slowed down.

It is not the word that shocks them, but the tone of the teenager.

Even if the scorpion is still very hoar, even if the speech is intermittent, everyone can feel that the anger and crazy hatred in the chest of the teenager are slowly drifting out of his words.

"revenge."

While talking, the teenager increased the power of his "individual built-in skeleton prototype". Subsequently, the pain of the bones flowed all over the body.

"Oh my God……"

"This is impossible……"

The guards around them made a horrified voice and began to retreat.

The teenager struggled low and looked at the changes that happened to him:

A few sharp pale steel pierced the skin of the arm and the rib side, and the blood blew from all the **** places above and below the body. Needless to say, the present self must have become a "blood person."

But even with such a level of pain, he did not react, just try to take a step forward.

For him who died thousands of times in the "killing reaction test", such pain is still within the tolerable range.

He took a step and then the second step.

Although the muscles of the legs are slightly twitched due to pain, the pace is much more stable than usual with the support of the metal stent in the body. The strength of the body is more than doubled when the machine is turned on and off.

If it was said that it was a small test before, now it is full of firepower, to deal with this group of people in front of you, completely absent.

After determining his current strength, the juvenile did not hesitate to step forward and rushed to Dr. Krlov.

"Stop, don't move!"

The guards continued to scream at the threat of guilt, but no one dared to approach the blood-stained killing machine.

Until the boy had already walked close to ten meters, finally a daring guy waved the baton from behind and slammed into the back of the boy.

Feeling the wind whistling behind him, the teenager turned over and hit the right arm with his right arm, then kicked a kick against the attacker's abdomen.

"boom!"

The shattering sound of the thing rang from the guard's body. The red blood spurted out of the breathing hole under the helmet. He didn't even have a scream, but he fell to the ground and curled up, no longer moving.

Seeing this person's end, the other guards retired again in horror:

One hit kill!

Everyone present can see that this power is not what they can afford. Even if you wear a protective suit with a built-in gold insert, you will be killed immediately under the attack of the other party!

Seeing that the guards around me were all straightened, the boy slowly stopped and said in a concise manner: "Roll."

When I heard this, the dozens of guards who had just been arrogant were like a bird and a beast, and they ran for most of the time.

Only a few people still stood in the same place trying to shoot and shoot, but they still couldn't open the insurance, they saw that the juvenile's body shape suddenly disappeared, turning into a gloomy light flashing from the front.

At the same time disappeared, and their hands holding the gun.

"Ah!"

The miserable screams echoed throughout the institute, and several amputated guards slammed into the ground, but the teenager did not give them a final blow. Just continue to stride towards the east side of the yard.

Whether the guard is dead or not does not matter to him. There must be only one person in this open space.

Looking at Dr. Krlov, who was fleeing backwards, the teenager suddenly accelerated and rushed to the guy in a flash. Then he extended the right hand of the reinforced iron bone and grabbed the doctor's neck.

"Oh..." Dr. Krlov, who was mentioned by one hand, desperately twisted his body.

The face of the person who has tortured himself for seven years is close at hand. The teenager resists the urge to kill him immediately, and asks one word at a time:

"Where is Vincent?"

Even if he can't remember his name, he still clearly remembers his father's name. On thousands of painful nights, he used his weak fingers to write the name over and over again on the walls of the cell, and vowed to take revenge.

Today is the day of revenge!

"I don't know..." Dr. Kloof coughed as he spoke. But the coughing sound quickly became a scream, because the blade that protruded from the heart of the teenager's left hand had cut off his right arm.

"If you don't say... I will cut your other hand."

The teenager who said more tonight than the whole year last year, finally recovered the language function, and the conversation began to become smooth.

"Wait... wait!" Looking at the sharp-edged blade in the left hand of the boy, Dr. Krlov’s eyes wide open in horror, and he said with a sigh of relief: "I said, I said! He should be in the Lord." In the control room! Please, let me go..."

Hearing the doctor’s petition, the boy’s face showed a sardonic smile:

I still remember that when I was tied to the experimental platform and cried for the man to stop, the metamorphosis scientist said: "I'm sorry, this is a job need." Then I continued to carry out a cruel experiment on myself.

But now, the status of the two has been transferred.

The teenager raised the blade in his hand and said a word in a difficult way.

"Sorry, this is... personal hobby."

Just as he was preparing to execute the enemy, he suddenly heard the roar of a heavy mechanical engine.