When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 73 The Madhouse

On the outskirts of New York, clumps of weeds grew scatteredly on a barren land. Occasionally, the wind blew through and lowered the grass, revealing patches of barren and faintly red wasteland.

Not far from the wasteland, there is a sanatorium for the mentally ill. The white tiles on the exterior wall have turned yellow and cracked. The door is a bit out of place with the surroundings.

This was a psychiatric hospital that had been abandoned for nearly ten years, but a group of people suddenly came here not long ago. They did not touch the exterior of the hospital, but repaired all the internal facilities and brought a batch of sophisticated instruments at the same time.

Because of the remote location, there are usually not many people here, but at this time, a crack was opened from the solid iron gate, and a security guard with a gun and live ammunition came out from the inside, looking into the distance, as if waiting for something.

After a while, a black car drove over with weeds and gravel. The driver consciously parked the car at the door, and then opened the window.

The security guard hunched his shoulders and glanced inside. After seeing the bald man sitting in the co-pilot, he waved directly to the hospital.

'Om'

With the sound of gears, the iron door slowly opened to both sides, revealing the brightly lit square inside and the hospital hall with people coming and going in the distance.

"Just wait here for me."

After giving instructions to the driver, Bullseye moved himself out of the car with some difficulty. Such a simple movement had already revealed a sticky red color on the edge of his thick black coat.

He had indeed successfully escaped from Nan Ke with a special bomb, but even he could only keep himself alive from the close-range explosion, and he still had to suffer the injuries he deserved.

The driver's eyes flickered, and he wanted to go over to help him, but he hesitated for a while, but he still didn't move. He just looked at Bullseye and moved himself to the hospital door step by step.

Looking at this hospital from the outside, no one would have thought that it could still operate normally, but looking at it from the inside, it was no less bustling than those well-known big hospitals in the city center.

The only difference is that almost all the patients in this hospital lie on the bed, their hands and feet are fixed to the bed by the kind of chains that lock dogs, and the nurses and doctors who come and go are also indifferent.

In the not-so-empty hall, there were oppressive gasps and heart-piercing shouts from time to time, and the smell of disinfectant that was so strong that it was almost undiluted and directly poured on the ground could not dispel the bloody smell.

Bullseye stood in the hall for about a quarter of an hour, and no one from the doctors and nurses paid any attention to him, as if he had turned into air.

On the contrary, the patients who were being pushed around all stared at him with bloodshot eyes, and there was a trace of perverted pleasure in that painful expression, as if they were celebrating that they had another 'companion'.

Finally, just when Bullseye was about to be overwhelmed, a gray-haired but energetic old doctor found this 'patient' on the way.

"You came alone?"

The old doctor stared at Bullseye, his eyes didn't look like he was looking at a person, but rather like looking at an experimental product he had liked for a long time.

The corner of Bullseye's mouth twitched. He didn't know whether it was because of the pain in the wound or what the old doctor said. He leaned forward and warned, "Don't make any wrong decisions."

"A crooked idea?" The old doctor shook his head, "How could it be a crooked idea? If it's really a crooked idea, why would your boss value it so much?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Bullseye, saw that his complexion was getting worse and worse, and said again: "Are you here for treatment?"

"treat!"

Bullseye bites the word 'healing' very hard, obviously he knows that the function here is not just healing one.

"Yo, that's just right. You have sent so many experimental products over recently, and my progress is not slow here. I just had a breakthrough in technology yesterday!"

After the old doctor finished speaking, he pulled Bullseye, as if he couldn't wait.

However, even if the bullseye is seriously injured, it is obviously not something an ordinary old doctor who is engaged in scientific research can pull.

The look in his eyes suddenly changed, Bullseye grabbed the old doctor back, stuck his other hand on the old doctor's neck, and lowered his voice, "Put down all your little thoughts!"

"It hurts, it hurts!"

The old doctor was crying out for pain, but his expression didn't change much. After Bullseye relaxed a little, the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a paranoid and crazy look.

"You, dare not kill me!"

After finishing speaking, the smile on the corner of the old doctor's mouth widened a bit, "If you dare to touch me, your boss will kill you, no, he will make your life worse than death, let you, become them!"

The old doctor pointed his fingers at the 'patients' who were coming and going not far away, and the madness in his eyes became more intense.

Those who can be brought here by Jinhe are all those who have achieved a certain degree in their respective fields and have extremely indifferent moral concepts. In their thinking, research and unrestrained research have actually become an extremely paranoid obsession.

They don't feel that these 'patients' are their own kind. Similarly, they naturally don't regard the so-called 'companions' or 'companions' as the same kind.

At this moment, the other party's paranoid eyes even made Bullseye's face twitch uncontrollably. He really wanted to turn around and ask his driver to take him away, but
He knows how much Jin Bin attaches importance to this project, and he also knows that this project has reached the most critical juncture. Among the batches of experimental products sent in recently, there are a few people whose bodies contain the special energy that has accelerated the progress of this project. .

But it seems that because they have caught too many people like this recently, other suckers have started to feel insecure, making it more and more difficult to find this group of special experimental subjects. Last night, they managed to find a stronghold.

However, because of his own 'mistake', he not only lost the experimental product last night, but also attracted a group of troublesome people.

Thinking of that red mask and those pair of purple eyes, Bullseye suddenly felt a little pain in his head.

Obviously, what happened last night cannot be hidden from Jin Bing, and he needs to recuperate his body before Jin Bing finds out. Even if Jin Bing finds out, he will at least still have value.

But if he was still dragging his mutilated body when Jin Bing found out about it, Bullseye reckoned that there was a high probability that he would really become one of these 'patients'.

after all
A subordinate who has no strength and has messed up his own plan is worse than eating the leftovers on the table to the superior.

Jin Bin may still need his own strength before, but if this plan can really succeed, his own strength will be dispensable.
Various thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, Bullseye gritted his teeth, and finally took a step forward.

"Cure me, hurry up!"

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Vote for me, be quick!
(End of this chapter)