I'm in Marvel: Just Become A God

Dad walked in the woods at a leisurely pace.

It's just that the father soon discovered the problem.

Logically speaking, in such a forest, if there is really no one moving in it.

Soon all kinds of small animals will occupy this place and make this their paradise.

The world is not only human, but also has all kinds of small animals.

The traces and capture of human activities will cause some small animals to leave.

But when there is a new home they multiply quickly.

This is the norm in nature.

Yet here.

Such huge amounts of woods, except for some birds.

Dad did not find any traces of rabbits, mice, and other small animals.

Is this normal?

It's so fucking abnormal.

Is his father really a thing B physique?

Are you going to get slapped in the face just after saying that?

This kind of discovery made Dad unable to say anything, and his face was black.

But if you think about it from another angle, in such a thing, can you gain something?

Dad thinks about it like this, and sure enough, I feel much more comfortable in an instant.

Even waiting for some of the things that are about to happen, 997 is looking forward to it.

Whether it is a movie or a TV series in the previous life of Bangzi Kingdom, it is quite OK. In terms of quality, there are many gods and ghosts among them.

If you can come across something magical, maybe you can get some code again.

Dad is now very eager for this mysterious side of the code.

If it weren't for the code of the protagonist's halo obtained before, there would be no later four-armed Hulk, if not for the code of the dark dimension obtained from the Ancient One.

Dad also has no way to resurrect people after they die.

Well, Dad can only comfort himself like this.

Because he has made a new discovery in the code in his body, there is a code, and every time he opens the portal and comes to a place, there will be data changes.

This is very likely the reason why he encountered this series of things.

The discovery made my father laugh and cry, but he didn't want to change the code.

The various things that have been encountered all the time have made my father a little like this kind of novelty that always encounters new things and people.

(bbfi)

If I hadn't met Frank and the others before, I'd still have a little regret now...

While the old man was thinking, he also walked for a long time.

Dad, who had been opening his ability all the time and reducing his sense of existence, suddenly noticed a group of special codes.

Yes, this group of codes is quite special.

Let’s say they are human, but there are various mutually exclusive codes in the body, and normal people would have died long ago if they were like this.

And say they are not human, the framework of their code is human.

The only difference is that within such a large frame.

Various modifications have been made.

Biochemical man? Artificial man? Biochemical weapon?

This discovery surprised my father a little.

A thought moved, and the body was just vacated, but there was no sound at all.

He flew directly towards the location where the codes were gathered.

Soon, Dad arrived at the location.

Just at this moment, looking at the situation below.

The smile on Dad's face disappeared completely.

It was a group of children, the oldest of which looked like they were only nine years old.

They were wearing numbered clothes, like some kind of clothing for experimentation and documentation.

This group of children gathered here is not to play.

but hunting・

A group of children, framed within certain boundaries.

Some children are only seven or eight years old, with only a small utility knife or even a pencil in their hands.

On the opposite side of them is a group of wicked wolves that are only skinny.

At this moment, the pack of wolves is being released from the container by staff wearing full chemical suits.

The group of children had fear and apprehension on their faces, but none of them retreated.

Just standing there, silently waiting for the hungry wolf to be released・

This.....

Look at this scene.

Dad fell into a long silence.

The bodies of these children show that they are real people.

Not a synthetic person like he thought, or a bionic person.

They are real human children, eggs interacting with sperm.

real children born.

But their death can not be called a bunch of children.

It is more appropriate to call it a group of experimental subjects.

Dad just glanced at it and realized that something was wrong.

Every one of these children has a crazy look in their eyes, looking at those hungry wolves.

The fear that Dad thought before was actually a desire for a violent catharsis.

Their brains have been modified.

It is even said that it is no longer the brain that grew up with their birth.

Rather than replaced.

The kids below are all the same.

Their brains are all death row prisoners full of violent genetic molecules, murderous

And these people's brains will obviously be more powerful if they accept Ability.

It's like an old car.

Originally, his engine might only be able to support him to run 100 kilometers per hour.

But when you replace it with a super-powerful supercar engine, he can also run faster than his limit.

Although this is at the cost of consuming life and directly overdrawing the strength of the body, there is no doubt that these staff and scientists who are looking at these with no expression or even interest are obviously not very concerned about this. .

In their eyes, they can only look forward to looking forward to what kind of power this group of tools, which are only a group of digital codes in their eyes, can not even be called human beings.

And the next second.

The wolves are out,

A group of wolves that have been hungry for an unknown time.

Some only have an instinctive desire to hunt, and the children in front of them seem to them to be their richest meal, which can keep them eating for a long time.

The wolves tried to prevent the children from escaping.

Three hundred wolves surrounded the dozen or so children in the middle.

Baring his teeth and grinning ready to attack at any time.

These seven or eight-year-old boys and girls, without action, stood there without the slightest idea of ​​team action.

It even opened a distance from yourself to your own teammates.