The Legend of My Founding Foundation at Marvel

In a spacious dissection room, the lights were dim, and a man in a robe was talking. He had a beak mask on his face, and he looked very much like a medieval plague doctor.

The surrounding walls were covered with blood, and a man was lying there quietly on the autopsy table. His stomach had been broken open, and various human organs were exposed to the air.

There were seven or eight corpses lying at the feet of Dr. Birdbill. They had varying degrees of injuries on their bodies. They were probably not fatal injuries. They looked like they had been knocked unconscious.

Dr. Birdbill was concentrating on gesturing on the dissecting table, holding a sharp knife in his hand.

After thinking for a moment, he said: "The plague... should be located here."

After saying that, he slashed the man's arm on the autopsy table, but his screams could not be heard because he was already dead and his blood was flowing all over the floor.

Doctor Bird's Beak dug something out of his arm, and he let out a muffled groan. It seemed like the thing should be growing in his body.

It was a black beak mask that had been shrunk many times. He put it in the arm of the "patient" and saw it melting quickly between the blood and bones.

The black liquid spread in the blood, and the black liquid quickly traveled around the body. Dr. Birdbill looked at his technique with satisfaction and said, "You will not be infected with any disease soon."

After saying that, he sewed up the patient's arms, then sewed up his entire abdomen, and took a step back.

The originally pale and distorted face began to look normal, and the "patient" opened his eyes, but there was no trace of brilliance.

"How good it looks now." Doctor Beak stroked its face.

The resurrected person made a hoarse cry in his throat, and his movements were very slow, like an initial robot that had not been upgraded, and its limbs were quite stiff.

It took about 3 minutes for it to fall from the dissecting table to the ground. Doctor Beak was obviously very satisfied with its work, so he waved his hand to signal it to go out and not to disturb him and continue to treat people.

This treatment method is quite cruel. The patient needs to be killed by him first and then resurrected again, but he is no longer a conscious person, but becomes a species similar to the living dead.

The living dead followed Doctor Beak's instructions and slowly walked out. It walked to the street and wandered aimlessly.

After a while, the living dead walked into a dark alley, because Doctor Bird's Beak had no specific instructions and just told him to get out and not disturb him in treating diseases and saving people.

It walked in the alley and met a few gangsters sitting in a garbage dump. It was obvious that traditional American culture was being reflected again.

A ruffian with yellow hair stood up, showed the knife in his hand, stopped the wandering living dead with a smile, and said: "We have our first business today, sir, I want to ask you for money. Can I have flowers?”

The living dead ignored them and continued to walk forward. Another boy pushed its shoulder and said, "It seems that someone is going to be unlucky today."

The boy looked at Huang Mao who was holding a knife and said: "Boss, I suggest you give it a few knives to give it a taste."

Huang Mao shook his neck, then pressed the neck of the living dead, and said, "You asked for this!" After saying that, the knife in his hand stabbed the living dead's abdomen.

The living dead had no thoughts, and it didn't know how to avoid it, so it was stabbed directly in the stomach, and the sound of flesh being pierced could be heard in the dark alley.

The living dead man's head trembled slightly, as if he had a glimmer of consciousness. He lowered his head slightly, as if he was observing the hole in his stomach.

The bird-beaked doctor on the dissecting table seemed to sense something, and he said in a low voice: "It seems that we have another patient coming, and I welcome it."

As soon as the words fell, the living dead in the alley came to life in an instant. It stared at the little ruffian in front of it with its white pupils, and grabbed his arm at a very fast speed.

"Hey, do you still want to resist? I'll let you see how powerful I am!" The man with the knife yelled.

The living dead did not speak, because now it would only obey the orders of Doctor Beak. Its hands began to exert force, and its pale fingers gradually crushed the man's shoulder blades. The sound of cracking bones became louder in the empty alley. Loud.

Huang Mao howled in pain. He felt that his body was being torn apart. The "person" in front of him used his left and right hands in opposite directions, just like tearing a chicken with his hands, trying to tear his body into pieces. , damn he couldn't get rid of it, it was too strong.

Upon seeing this, the accomplices on the side immediately wanted to come forward to help. They cursed and said: "You'd better let him go, if you don't want to get hurt."

And Huang Mao, who was about to be torn in half, glanced at the guy's abdomen, blushed and said: "Separate us quickly, the guy in front of you is a madman!"

There was still a knife stuck in the abdomen of the living dead. A normal person would have surrendered and handed over the money he had on him. However, this guy had been stabbed in the stomach and still had so much strength to catch him.

A young man took an iron rod and beat the living dead's arm hard, praying to break its arm so that the living dead could lose its strength and save the yellow hair.

However, the living dead created by Dr. Beak had an advantage. The more violent it was, the more powerful it became. Huang Mao on the opposite side could already feel that the bones on both sides of his body were beginning to dislocate.

He yelled desperately: "Forgive me, I didn't do this intentionally!" He was scared. He was really afraid that he would be torn in half.

Unfortunately, it was too late. As he screamed for his life, the living dead split his body into two halves until he could no longer scream at all. His accomplices on the side looked at him dumbfounded.

Warm blood was sprinkled on their bodies, and broken organs fell on them. A young man felt the warm and smelly greasiness in his hands, trembled violently, and then woke up.

He yelled "Mom" and fled here, regardless of the blood on his body and the unknown objects on his hands.

The few people who were not injured also ran out of the alley. They ran to the street, and passers-by looked at them.

They didn't care about the looks of passers-by and ran towards their homes with frightened expressions. One of the young men ran to his yard and gasped. He seemed to have thought of something. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the number. Called the police.

"Help me..." As soon as the operator of the police station answered the call, he heard a boy's voice, with a low tone and chattering teeth. The operator felt the infinite fear of the other party.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" The operator's drowsiness suddenly disappeared, and she realized that something might have happened.

The boy said with a choked voice: "My good friend was killed, right in front of us."

"Okay, give me the address and we'll send an officer there," the operator replied.

The boy calmed down and then told the story of the alley where Huang Maoshen died.

After the boy hung up the phone, he felt something slippery in his other hand. He glanced down and immediately collapsed to the ground, his pants soaked through.

He was holding a piece of intestines and some feces in his hand. This was probably the biggest shadow in his life.

As for the alley, a bird-beaked doctor looked at the corpse split in half on the ground, nodded the head of the living dead, and said: "You are too cruel, the corpse has become ugly."

The living dead stared blankly at Doctor Beak's movements without any reaction.

Doctor Bird Mouth sighed and said, "Okay, you saved the patient for me. It doesn't matter anyway. You have to accept rewards for doing good deeds."

Obviously, the behavior of the living dead is correct for Dr. Beak. He believes that all humans have diseases. For him, any method can be used to cure diseases in humans, even if it is death that humans think of. .

After Doctor Beak finished speaking, he turned around and left, while the living dead was left standing where he was.

After a while, a boy came here with a group of policemen, who ran over with searchlights on.

The living dead still stood there blankly without moving. In response to the police's searchlights, it just twisted its body slightly and tried to turn around, but its movement speed was quite slow.

At this time, a policeman saw the figure standing in front of him, pulled out the pistol on his waist and shouted: "The person in front immediately put his head in his hands and lay on the ground, threw away his weapons and surrendered!"

However, how could the dead person understand his words and still stand there in his own way?

When the police came closer and looked at the ground, there was blood everywhere on the walls, and human organs scattered in many places, they suddenly felt a strong desire to vomit.

And a new rookie immediately turned around and started vomiting while holding on to the wall.

Another experienced policeman also suppressed the desire to vomit and carefully moved away the corpses on the ground. He walked behind the living dead and said with an ugly face: "Now, raise your hands. If you don't do what we say, I will Can shoot!"

However, the living dead still ignored him and started shaking without any rules at all.

"Sir, he was the one who killed my friend!" The boy shouted when he saw the familiar figure of the living dead.

The surrounding police officers immediately drew their guns. The fact that a murderer did not flee the scene after killing someone proved that he was confident and would not be afraid of police arrest.

However, they all guessed wrong. How could a living dead have the ability to escape?It will only obey the orders of Doctor Beak.

The experienced policeman raised his gun again and shouted loudly: "Repeat it again, raise your hands and surrender immediately!"

After saying that, the policeman felt that it was not enough, and immediately put his gun on the head of the living dead in an attempt to knock it down.

However, the living dead also has another characteristic, that is, when someone provokes it, it will enter a state of rage. The yellow hair that was torn in half just now was because it angered it.

The body of the living dead swayed for a moment, and soon returned to normal. It slowly turned around and looked at the policeman, with a hint of death in its gray pupils...