American Comics: The Family Was Killed, And The Silver Superman Became An Ancestor

It was night, and the stars were shrouded in clouds.

In the boundless desert, a building with gray walls stands.

The appearance of the heads-up looks unremarkable. If someone who doesn't know it passes by, they will never take a second look. There are too many such houses in the desert of the Lighthouse Country.

But under this seemingly ordinary house, dark and ugly things are being done.

At the moment, it's almost midnight.

In the bright laboratory, several researchers are staying up late to work overtime. Their haggard faces can tell that they are extremely tired, and they are yawning while recording.

In front of everyone, there were two corpses in the biological warehouse, one was an adult woman and the other was a young child.

It is relatively well preserved under the protection of the biological warehouse, and there is no significant decay, but there are traces of gunshot wounds and tears on the face.

Although it is stitched with lines, it can still be seen.

It can be seen how much abuse they were subjected to before they died, and Rao was full of bruises and scars on his limbs after his death.

These two corpses belong to Sivir and Avril!

The day before yesterday, someone sent them over, and they have been intercepting horny samples for the past two days, and they have not yet reached the part of the autopsy.

But just the simple workload has made researchers dizzy.

After all, the cells of the human body are extremely complex, and one of the two corpses is the father and Mutant.

They wanted to find out why Mutant's descendants didn't inherit the mutant gene.

"God, why the Doctor is sleeping upstairs and we have to stay here, it's so unfair."

Bob's face was displeased, and he loosened his sore neck and complained.

"Be quiet, if you can get a PhD too, then you can go to bed."

Skoll next to him said sharply.

Bob's eyes as small as a mouse rolled his eyes, then his eyes fell on the biological warehouse, and he couldn't help but tease: "Skoll, I said that the body of this corpse is too good, do you want it? Take her off and see."

"Fake, are you crazy?! Or is your brain sick?"

Hearing this, Skoll turned around suddenly, staring at him like a monster, "Can you even feel a corpse?"

Thinking of this colleague's abnormal psychology, he added in a cold voice, "You'd better not beat her mind. The above attaches great importance to it. If you take it for an autopsy and find that there is your fluid in it, hehe..."

"I'm only joking."

Bob smiled embarrassedly, stood there recording and scanned the corpse in the biological warehouse, the desire in the shrinking eyes became stronger and stronger.

These two looked so good when they died, I don't know what it would be like if they were still alive.

Yes, he's been around corpses for so long, so he's become a necrophile.

But to say it is a lover, it is actually a pervert with a twisted psychological deformity.

Once he didn't know how many corpses he had done that kind of thing.

Now staring at the corpse in the biological warehouse, the desire in my heart is getting stronger.

He even had a subtle feeling for the young child's corpse, and he couldn't bear to touch it in his trouser pocket.

The other hand is ready to press the switch of the biological compartment.

The cringe-eyed face was utterly obsessed.

"Shet..."

Skoll and the other two noticed his movement and took a few steps away with a low curse.

This kid has been in the desert for so long, I'm afraid there is something wrong with his brain.

They did not dare to step forward to stop it.

It was just two corpses anyway, no big deal.

But they don't realize that when they have such thoughts in their minds, the human nature of the personality begins to gradually distort.

"Mad, this kid..."

"Leave him alone and let him have a good time."

Skoll and the others teased each other in a low voice, not at all aware that something was wrong.

At this time, someone shuddered, and there was a creepy illusion behind the chill, "The temperature of the air conditioner seems to be a little low."

Skoll frowned and looked around in the empty laboratory, and there was nothing unusual at a glance.

The guards above didn't make any movement either. If there was any danger, the upstairs would be the first hurdle.

But he always felt weird everywhere, and the temperature in the surrounding air became more and more weird, not from the cold on his body, but from the horror of being stared at by a beast, which made his scalp numb!

"Skoll, you go and raise the temperature."

Bob, who was originally confused, shivered and shouted to the people behind him.

Then he continued to stare at Xi Wei in the biological warehouse, and was about to press the open button of the biological warehouse.

but..

call!

Behind him, a ghostly figure appeared quietly, and a slight wind blew through.

"Bob! There's someone behind you!"

Skoll's terrified voice came from the rear.

But his reminder was too late!

Bob's arm has been firmly held, and then the hand suddenly exerted force, and the whole arm was torn off!

Is torn off!

Not twist off!

Instead, it directly tore the entire arm, and the endless blood spurted out like an out of control fountain!

"what--"

Bob's heart-piercing screams resounded throughout the laboratory. His forehead was covered in sweat, and he fell to the ground in pain, covering the bleeding wound, trembling against the biological warehouse and looking up at the initiator.

Have you ever seen a demon?

Now he sees it.

Only see light rendering.

The man stood in front of him, his face gloomy like a dark cloud, but he couldn't hide his vicious expression. A pair of bloodthirsty eyes that showed monstrous murderous intent, faintly passed the flickering light, and the blue veins protruded on his forehead.

It was like a demon crawling out of hell, with a suffocating cold air all over his body, and the stump arm clenched tightly in his hand.

Under the strong grip, it was crushed into pieces!

Then his Satan-like hoarse voice sounded: "How do you want to die?"

Hearing this sentence, everyone in the laboratory collapsed, and a feeling of vomiting caused by fear flooded into their hearts.

However,

At this moment, Alan is even more broken down. The original death of his wife and daughter that could not be buried has caused him to gradually lose control.

Now I see someone trying to molest his wife's body again!

If I hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid this beast would have already started!

Alan, who was emotionally stable in prison, experienced two more shocks and gradually became mad. He originally only planned to take the bodies of his wife and daughter, and then leave the place.

but now.....

He will dismember these people with his own hands and let them taste the feeling of being dissected!

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