Rocot: Reborn

The cold blade flashed a cold arc in front of Roccod's eyes. He instinctively closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come. However, the expected pain did not come, only a cold touch close to his skin.

He opened his eyes cautiously and found that the scalpel did not cut his flesh, but stopped above his chest, with the tip of the knife less than a centimeter away from his heart.

"What? Are you scared?" The man's hoarse voice was a little teasing, as if he was admiring the final struggle of his prey. "Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. I will torture you bit by bit and let you experience what true despair is."

Locke suppressed the fear in his heart and stared coldly at the masked man in front of him. He didn't know who this man was, nor did he know why he wanted to catch him, but he understood that fear and begging for mercy would only make this madman more excited.

"What do you want to do?" Rocot's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of suppressed anger.

"What do I want to do?" The man laughed as if he had heard a funny joke. "Of course I want you to experience what it means to be worse off than dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man swung the scalpel in his hand violently. The sharp blade instantly cut through Roccod's clothes, leaving a bloody wound on his chest.

The intense pain made Roccod groan, but he still clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from making any screams, because he knew that in such a situation, showing weakness would only make him die faster.

"Haha, you're quite courageous." The man looked at Roccod's painful expression, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, but more of it was perverted pleasure. "But how long can you hold on?"

As the man spoke, he swung the scalpel in his hand again. This time, he did not directly attack Roccod's vital points, but instead cut tiny wounds on his body.

Blood continued to flow out from the knife wound, soon staining Locke's clothes red, but he seemed to feel no pain. He just stared at the man in front of him, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"What? Aren't you afraid?" The man seemed a little dissatisfied with Roccod's reaction, and his tone became a little more sinister. "Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Death?" Roccod suddenly laughed, his laughter full of mockery and disdain, "I, Roccod, have died once. Do you think I would be afraid of this kind of thing?"

Hearing this, the man paused slightly and a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a stronger murderous intent.

"You've died once?" The man sneered, "Then I'll let you die again! And this time, I'll make your soul fly away and you'll never be able to reincarnate!"

After he finished speaking, the man raised the scalpel in his hand high again. This time, he aimed at Rocot's heart. He wanted to completely destroy this ant who dared to challenge him!

However, at this moment, the door of the operating room was suddenly kicked open, and a woman in a white coat rushed in angrily.

"Stop!" the woman yelled, "Who told you to touch him?"

The sudden change made the man stunned for a moment. He turned to look at the woman at the door, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" the man's tone was full of impatience.

"I ask you, who told you to touch him?" The woman ignored the man's questioning, walked straight to the operating table, grabbed the man's wrist and stopped him from continuing to hurt Rocot.

"Get out of here!" the man shook off the woman's hand and said angrily, "Don't get in my way!"

"He is my experimental subject, you have no right to touch him!" The woman stared at the man without giving in, her eyes full of anger.

"Your experimental subject?" The man sneered, "Don't forget whose territory this is!"

"So what?" The woman looked at the man fearlessly, "I'm telling you, if anything happens to him, I will never let you go!"

The two people's eyes collided fiercely in the air, as if sparks were about to fly. The atmosphere in the operating room was tense and ready to explode.

Roccod, who was tied to the operating table, looked at the scene with a playful smile on his face. It seemed that this game was becoming more and more interesting...

The air in the operating room seemed to freeze, the man and the woman were facing each other, neither of them was willing to give in. The man's eyes showed disgust without hiding it, he smiled contemptuously, and lifted Rocot's chin nonchalantly with the scalpel, "What? Are you worried about your precious experimental subject? I want to see what you can do to me!"

The woman took a deep breath and tried to control her anger. "He is the property of the empire. You have no right to dispose of him!"

"Empire?" The man laughed as if he had heard a big joke. "The empire is a thing of the past! Now, I have the final say here!"

As he spoke, he swung the scalpel in his hand violently, leaving a bloody mark on Roccod's face. Blood gushed out instantly, staining Roccod's cheeks red, and also ignited the anger in the woman's heart.

"You!" The woman's eyes were bloodshot and she could no longer remain calm. She pounced on the man, trying to stop his violence.

The man was prepared and dodged to the side, easily avoiding the woman's attack. He grabbed the woman's wrist with his backhand and threw her to the side, "Don't overestimate your own abilities!"

The woman fell heavily to the ground, but she ignored the pain, struggled to get up, and pounced on the man again.

"Crazy woman!" the man cursed and kicked the woman in the stomach, sending her flying.

The woman curled up on the ground in pain, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. But she still did not give up and struggled to stand up.

“That’s enough!”

A low and majestic voice suddenly sounded, and the door of the operating room was slowly pushed open, and a man in black military uniform walked in. He was tall and had a stern face. His sharp eagle eyes scanned everything in the operating room, and he exuded a chilling pressure from head to toe.

"Marshal!" The man's face changed slightly when he saw the person coming, and he quickly saluted respectfully.

"What's going on?" the man called the marshal asked coldly, his eyes falling on the woman lying on the ground.

"Report to the Marshal, this crazy woman broke into the operating room and hindered me from performing my mission!" the man explained hurriedly.

The marshal did not speak, but walked up to the woman and looked down at her. The woman looked up at him, her eyes full of stubbornness and unyielding spirit.

"Who are you?" asked the marshal.

"I'm a researcher at the Imperial Academy of Sciences, Alicia." The woman endured the pain and got up from the ground. "I have received an order to be in charge of Rocot's experimental project!"

"Experimental project?" The marshal raised his eyebrows. "What experimental project?"

Alicia took a deep breath and was about to explain, but was interrupted by the man, "Marshal, this is a secret of the empire and cannot be disclosed casually!"

"Shut up!" The marshal glared at him coldly, "I have the final say here!"

The man was intimidated by the marshal's aura and dared not speak anymore. He could only shut his mouth obediently.

The marshal looked at Alicia again, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Alicia looked at the man, then at Rocot, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said, "Rocot... he is not an ordinary experimental subject. He has the power to change the world..."

Before Alicia could finish her words, the lights in the operating room suddenly flickered a few times and then went out completely, plunging the entire operating room into darkness.

"What's going on?" the man shouted in panic.

"Damn it! There's a power outage!" a technicians' voice came from the darkness, "The backup power supply can't be activated!"

The atmosphere in the operating room suddenly became more tense.

"Don't panic!" the marshal ordered calmly, "Everyone stay alert!"

However, just as he finished his words, the door of the operating room was suddenly violently pushed open, and a group of people wearing black combat uniforms and holding energy weapons rushed in.

"Where is the target person?" the leading man asked loudly.

"Who are you?" the man asked in shock and anger.

"kill!"

His answer was deafening gunfire.