Dc Violence -Kun

Chapter 41 It’s time to leave here.

“Boom boom…”

The underground research institute has a continuous amplitude, and even on the negative fourth floor, a strong shock can be felt.

Ba Di shot a seventy-ton missile directly at the white laboratory building on the ground, blasting the soldiers surrounding the laboratory into the sky.

In addition to the mass launch of vehicle-mounted missiles, more than 1,700 people have been killed on the ground and more than 2,000 injured. More people have escaped from military bases. After all, the next round will be 300-ton missile bombing, and no one wants to die.

The experiment building and the explosion of C4 made the stable underground research institute feel a strong amplitude. Fortunately, the underground research institute has two floors of metal reinforcement, which can easily defend against such external shocks, but the exit may be affected. Blocked.

Badi’s face was calm, and he looked at the map of the Nevada region that was brought up with unmoved thought.

Among them, there are nearly 132 military bases. This number is very frantic. Just one state of Nevada has so many military bases.

But considering that the Cold War is still not over, and the United States and the Soviet Union are vying for the status of world hegemony, this number may not be large.

Because the United States has established as many as 5,000 military bases around the world, the one hundred and thirty-two military bases are not too many strictly speaking.

Rather, the one hundred and thirty-two military bases are most likely to be guarding Area 51 loyally under the pretext of the Cold War.

The military base above Badi’s head can be described as the outermost, small military base, not far from Utah and Idaho.

Badi’s eyes were like torches, and he looked at the map calmly, planning how to escape from here in his heart.

It is true that there were too many missile pits and military bases in Nevada during this period, partly because it was preparing for the Cold War against the Soviet Union, and partly because it meant to guard Area 51.

But for Paldi, this is even worse.

Even if we control nearly 16,000-ton missiles and blow up this military base, it will not help.

There is a military base 500 kilometers away that is larger than this one. The worst thing is that the military base has the latest fighters, F-15 Eagle fighter, F-16 Fighting Falcon.

The military base above the head of Badi has only helicopters.

Even if Bati left in a helicopter, within half an hour, there would be a fighter jet driving from 500 kilometers away and hitting him with missiles; Bati didn’t mind the staged aerial trapeze riding on a fighter jet like a movie and directly hitting the pilot. The cabin, took the pilot out and smashed it.

But there are too many uncertain factors. After all, I can’t fly. There are not many opportunities at an altitude of several kilometers.

Bardi pondered: “Hera, cruise missiles of 10,000 tons and 6,000 tons, were launched toward a military base 500 kilometers away, aimed at their tarmac, and blew up all the fighter jets.”

“Master, when we launched the first missile, other military bases had detected that the missile was out of control. At a distance of 500 kilometers, there was a 90% chance that it would be intercepted and detonated in the air.” Hera replied.

Bati nodded: “It’s okay, time is short, continue to bomb the base with 300 tons of missiles, and then launch 10,000 tons and 6,000 tons toward the base 500 kilometers away, launching in different directions, blocking a little time. .”

“Okay, master, in one minute and twenty seconds, the 300-ton missiles will explode on the ground military base, and the 6,000-ton and 10,000-ton missiles will respectively head towards the military base 500 miles away in two minutes. “Fighter Depot Launch,” Hera responded.

With a sigh, Badi called up his planned route again after confirming that it was correct, then turned it off, then stood up and left the screen.

He needs to do one last thing.

Clear the traces left by yourself.

Krypton’s genes are too powerful, and Paldi will not let humans use their genes to do anything.

Just before she went out in the sun, Jenny had successfully produced genetic serum.

Although I don’t know how effective the gene serum is, it is better to prevent this kind of use of the Krypton gene.

Any experiment records recorded on the computer Bhadi has ordered Hera to delete. After monitoring the walking route of the old man of the Boli Academy, Bati can store the position of the tube of serum based on his own speculation and calculations by Hera, which is about the same. Know where.

The corridor was deep and bloody, and Badi returned to the white room where he was imprisoned indifferently. He looked at the single-sided mirror slightly. There was still a white environment inside. The shackles and fetters that imprisoned him had already been withdrawn. This room , Is also going to be used as a genetic experiment; but unfortunately, it is useless now.

Walked through the white room, this room that once made me immobile.

In the end, he still won.

The corners of Badi’s mouth sneered. The people involved in the experiment on him were almost dead. He deliberately let go of Jenny. Slade died, the old man of Dean Bori died, and the middle-aged woman died. Things, similar to the people who viewed him with the anatomy of a frog, Badi remembered every one of them.

It used to show how gentle and accepting attitude towards them, every researcher who studied the Badi on the negative fourth floor, he remembered the name, and sent them up to see God one by one.

As for General Vic, Paldi believes that he will die soon.

When he walked to Jenny’s laboratory, Batty’s eyes flashed with gentleness.

Here, maybe only Jenny really wants to be nice to him.

However, if he hadn’t captured Jenny’s heart, I’m afraid he would still be a research object here.

Thinking of this, Badi’s gentle expression turned back to cold eyes again.

The genetic serum placed in the laboratory has disappeared, and it has been privately collected by Dean Bori.

A half-cage big, weird-shaped, full of tumors… a white mouse?

“Papa Papa Papa”

Badi frowned and looked at the tumor mouse that was snapping the tempered glass frantically, because it was too narrow in the tempered glass and looked crazy.

This guy seems to be Upgraded?

“Is it a mouse tested with genetic serum?”

Badi shook his head slightly, and ignored the tumor mouse. Judging from this effect, the gene serum completely failed.

This little white mouse will not extract any Krypton gene.

After taking a look at this laboratory, Badi left.

In the end, Dean Boli took the gene serum and disappeared under surveillance. By the time it appeared, Badi found the serum under the black plastic bag in the discarded trash can in the laboratory.

Accompanied by a violent shock, this shock dropped some quicksand from the cracks in the steel composite structure of the underground research institute.

This is a 300-ton missile that exploded.

Bati felt a tremor under his feet, and his heart moved, and he immediately stepped back to the evolution room.

“Master, the 6,000-ton and 10,000-ton missiles have been set up, and the launch will begin soon,” Hera reported.

“Okay, take a break! Hera.”

After Bati finished speaking, he pulled out the key, took a rope and hung it around his neck, his eyes gleamed.

“It’s time to leave here.”