Marvel's I Can Control Metal

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In the Black Prison Building, in the quiet secret room.

Brom looked at the small room that was only forty square meters around him, his eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes.

His arms were bound, and he struggled desperately against the handcuffs.

The hands bound by strong shackles could not move.

But Brom struggled desperately regardless of his injuries. However, in a few moments, his entire wrist was dripping with blood, and the red blood continued to flow down his thigh.

Intense pain was constantly pounding Brom's brain.

Perhaps it was because of the several times he had lost his limbs and reborn that he was used to it, and he was mentally prepared. In addition, this strange substance in his body would weaken the pain to a certain extent.

It was also because of this that Brom did not faint from the severe pain.

But at this time, he still looked ferocious, his clenched teeth seemed to be broken, and he was swinging his two bound arms like a madman.

If this scene was filmed, I think it would be more exciting than the guy who saw his leg in Jigsaw 1.

The reason why Brom is so crazy at this time is because the recovery power in his body is not yet under his control, and he is still unconsciously recovering the wounds on his wrists.

Doing this will only make him lose all his previous efforts and suffer a lot of pain.

Long pain is worse than short pain

This was the only thought in Brom's mind at this time.

At this time, the severe pain in both wrists almost made him give up. This was not something ordinary people could do.

It's uncomfortable to think about tearing off one's own wrists alive.

And Brom's eyes were bloodshot.

There was a crunching sound.

Several fragments of teeth burst out of the mouth.

The amplitude of the swing of the arms is also getting larger and larger.

The layer of flesh on the wrist has been rubbed away, leaving only the white bones connected to it.

"what"

Brom couldn't hold back his voice at this time and screamed out in pain.

He pulled it out hard with both hands, clicked the thorn, and the two bloody palms fell to the ground.

And that layer of molten strange flesh and blood tissue immediately covered the wound of the severed limb.

The pain that made Brom want to commit suicide also quickly subsided.

Finally, he could raise his hands and look at his lonely arm and the strange tissue tumbling on it.

On his pale face, Brom could still manage to squeeze out a smile.

But there was an endless darkness in this smile.

He changed his mind. With such ability, he decided not to escape.

He wants to run out and kill the people in the black prison one by one. He wants to kill everyone present today.

Especially the little bastard who kicked him away. We must find his family and the little girl we met during the day. No one can be spared.

The new tissues on his hands were tumbling, and new palms were slowly growing out of them.

Brom was just a little confused as to why the freshmen's speed had become so slow.

But he didn't notice at all that the red-orange cracks on his face and body were spreading more and more.

He just swallowed and suddenly felt thirsty.

As the palm gradually recovers, the thirst becomes stronger and stronger.

Within a few seconds, all the lips were dry and cracked, and the mouth was extremely dry.

It's like a person who has been running away in the desert for a long time and is finally thirsty with only his last breath left.

The chaotic thoughts in my mind finally left only one thought, "I want to drink water."

But now, the lower body and both feet are still locked.

Even on the table not far away, there was half a glass of pure water left.

But for Brom at this time, everything was just a stone's throw away.

His eyes gradually lost focus, and even Brom's rationality began to gradually become confused.

In a hurry, he raised his arm that had not yet recovered and bit it.

Blood splashed out all of a sudden and rushed towards Brom's mouth.

A trace of warm blood flowed into his dry mouth, slightly waking up his dizzy head.

But this won't solve the problem at all, and the thick blood will only make him more uncomfortable.

Brom didn't think about why he was in this situation at all. At this time, he was a little crazy. He just wanted to go to the table, drink half the glass of water, and then rush out to eat and drink.

After struggling a few times again, I was sure that I really couldn't shake this layer of metal restraints on my body.

He frantically began to twist his ankle, trying to break his ankle again to get out.

If Zost saw such a crazy move, he would definitely call Brom a madman.

If you want a drink of water, just tell him no. Will you make him die of thirst?

After all, Brom is the only experimental subject now. Although it is not valuable, it is still quite memorable. Zost really doesn't want this person to die like this.

Brom didn't care what Zost would think in the end, he just wanted to drink the half glass of water now.

Under such a ferocious and crazy struggle, in just one minute, only a thin layer of skin and flesh remained above the ankle.

After struggling hard, both ankles were broken.

Brom held his newly formed hands and pushed them down.

Sure enough, without the hindrance of the soles of his feet, he was freed from this indestructible metal restraint.

Brom rolled over and fell to the ground, struggling to crawl towards the table a few meters away.

The crimson energy surged more and more fiercely on his body, and there were more and more red-orange cracks on his body, covering his whole body.

But at this time, Brom still had fatal injuries on his body, and his broken feet were still very scary.

Energy surged, and the originally gentle and steady red energy began to flash brightly and darkly on Brom's body.

Brom, however, focused on crawling towards the table, struggling all over and looking very painful.

Gradually, even though Brom's reaction was extremely slow, he noticed something was wrong.

His body stiffened, and he was about to turn around and crawl toward the door. He was about to ask Zost for help. No matter what the final result was, saving his life was the most important thing.

But he was still late, many steps too late.

During this period of time, he had many opportunities to stop this suicidal move, but he refused one by one and chose such a path of no return.

Before Brom could turn around.

The red-orange energy that had been surging in his body began to weaken crazily.

But the cracks that were originally embedded in the body became extremely real.

The originally bright eyes suddenly solidified, and even the small black and white eyes suddenly had a few cracks.

The next second, the body that was still moving just pressed the pause button.

Countless red-orange cracks spread crazily on his body, turning Brom into an extremely fragile cracked porcelain.

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There was a soft knock at the door.