family history of mental illness

The dumb experimenter was the first to be attacked. C-035 yelled "Wow" and was thrown to the roof with his arms. After hitting the white metal ceiling, he groaned "Ouch" and was hammered to the ground. .

Absolutely broken ribs and probably a dislocated arm.

Brandt swallowed his saliva, rationally analyzed the comparison of his force value with that of the opponent, and came to the conclusion that there was a high probability of being invincible, so he decided to take an emergency measure—a tactical retreat.

"Don't run! Hurry up and turn on the attack mode, it's the red button at the door."

The experimenter wanted to cry without tears, and his voice was leaking like a broken bellows: "When C-035 runs out, no one will get better!"

It has to be said that the experimenter hit Brant's weakness. He didn't care whether these devout experimenters were dead or alive, but if the behavior of the other party affected his actions this time, the loss outweighed the gain.

Brandt has an obsession. He lost Omir because of this laboratory, so he must destroy it to avenge him.

This action can only succeed, never fail.

After thinking about it, Brandt still followed the experimenter's instructions and activated the attack mode of the glass room.

The experimenter finally passed out in relief.

In the next moment, red rays shot down from the probe above the head, gathered into beams of light, and projected on the man inside.His skin turned pale, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He bent down and screamed in pain, but there was a moment of clarity in those chaotic green eyes.

Brant looked at the man in pain, then at the experimenter who was peacefully unconscious under the beam of light, took a tentative step inside, stretched out his finger, and touched the red beam of light.

really.

Nothing happened.

So these rays are not indiscriminate attacks, but targeted attacks?Brandt looked at the man's whole body, his eyes fixed on the metal bracelet on his right wrist...

Is that it?

Taking advantage of the moment of clarity, C-035 obviously realized something. He raised his right hand, brought it to his mouth, bit and tugged, and removed the ring.

and many more?

Bite...dropped?

"Pooh."

The man spat out the bracelet he was holding, and turned his wrist in satisfaction.

Brant's eyelids twitched wildly: "Your teeth are really good."

Things that can be used to control attacks, because these experimental subjects cannot be easily removed, the degree of sturdiness is definitely not too bad.But Brandt saw it with his own eyes again, the man took off the bracelet so easily.

There is only one explanation, and that is that the person's body is enhanced.

Combining the few words of the two experimenters, Brandt can boldly speculate that, in addition to the mental damage that comes with the drug, the higher the degree of fusion, the stronger the physical enhancement brought about by the experimental subject.

He couldn't help but think of Quincy Rich, the kidnapper who was caught twice by him. He was also mentally disordered and physically superior. Does he have anything to do with this laboratory?

Brant's thoughts didn't last long, because the man's next move interrupted him.

C-035 turned around and took a sudden step towards Brant.

Brandt put on a defensive posture and took a step back warily.

Backing to the door, he was looking for a chance to lock the door again, when a low and hoarse male voice suddenly sounded, stopping him.

The man suppressed and said, "Don't... close the door."

To be able to communicate?

Brandt tentatively said, "I think we can communicate and get along peacefully?"

Those blank green eyes stared straight at him.

Unavoidably startling the other party, Brandt explained softly in a gentle tone he had never used before: "If you want revenge, I can help you instead. Although I dress like this, I am not actually from this laboratory. People, the purpose of coming here is barely revenge, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, isn't it?"

The man didn't reply. For his confused mind, he didn't understand a few words of Brant's long speech, but "I'm not from this laboratory" finally got it.

It was the gesture of the man withdrawing his attack, and stood obediently.

Brandt approached tentatively: "What's your name?"

The man frowned, trying to recall: "Bucky... Bucky?"

"What's this name?" It's even more casual than the Omir I named it!

As if to be sure, the man nodded and repeated: "Bucky!"

Fine.

"Okay, Bucky. You can call me Brant. I'm here for two purposes. One is to find this boy." He took out his phone, drew out a photo of Jason, and handed it to Bucky: "The second is to copy the data and obtain the criminal evidence in the laboratory, and your task is to destroy, destroy at will, help me attract firepower, and pay attention to whether there is this person around."

"Boob?" Bucky blinked blankly, wondering if he understood.

Brant sighed: "Well, in order to ensure that our communication is unimpeded, I have to do one thing first..." He stretched out his hand as he spoke, and patted Bucky stiffly in a posture where the other party was on guard again. shoulder.

At the moment of contact, the consciousness body slowly gushed out.Should he be thankful that in order to resist the consumption of half of the energy of the white light, he can freely control the conscious body so that it will not explode and die?

Brandt manipulated the conscious body expressionlessly, and roughly sorted out the chaotic brain of the other party.

He didn't have the time or strength to treat him carefully, but this moment of counseling was enough for Bucky to understand Brant's words.

Brandt assigned each other's tasks to him again, and left the glass room with the "assistant" he had temporarily recruited.

And before leaving, Bucky didn't forget to take off the poor experimenter's white coat and put it on himself.

Although……

Although Brant deeply felt that wearing a white coat with only two buttons that couldn't cover his chest with his long bare legs felt a bit too sensual... at least he looked more sensual than he was wearing big pants. .

But Brant wisely said nothing.

After all, time is limited, so don't waste it on such trivial matters, right?

……

……

Jason woke up in the darkness, someone was saying something in his ear...

"Target heart rate lowered."

"Blood pressure is unstable, blood pressure is unstable!"

"It is not suitable for immediate injection, it is recommended to suspend..."

Jason tried to wake himself up, but the voice in his ear turned into a noisy and chaotic shout.

"There are intruders!"

"Quick! Lock down the observation room and report to the professor!"

The messy footsteps went away, and the surrounding became quiet again. Jason moved his fingers and groped around, making sure that he should be lying in a place like a coffin or a medical cabin.Above his head was a heavy barn door, surrounded by hard metal partitions, which formed a rectangular compartment, trapping him in the groove under his body, unable to move.

He raised his hand above his head, groped to find the opening of the barn door, and tentatively pulled it down, but the barn door remained motionless.He gradually increased his strength, and finally when he almost reached the limit, he broke the electronic lock with a "click", and pushed the entire warehouse door above his head open.

The glare of the light made him subconsciously raise his hand to cover his eyes. After a while, he realized that the hoodie he was wearing before had been stripped off by someone, and he was only wearing a pair of big black pants, which was even more strange. What's more, his upper body is covered with induction magnetic sheets, and the magnetic sheets are connected with wires, which lead to a half-human-height instrument that is suspected of monitoring body data.

Jason let out a sigh of relief, and sat up straight with a force on his waist and abdomen. He casually pulled off the magnets and wires on his body, and then jumped out of the cabin.

Slowly exhaling, Jason's memory began to gradually come back, slowly recalling how the whole thing happened.

He remembered that he had promised Brant to help him find a place before, and he jumped out of the window and fell into the trap planned by this group of people.

There were seven or eight people in that group, and some of them fought hand-to-hand to control his movement trajectory;He barely defended, but was shot in the back of the neck by a black gun hidden somewhere.

That's an anesthesia needle.

In a whirlwind, his last memory was the leader of that group, walking towards him slowly, picking up his head with his big hands with sharp nails, shaking his head from side to side, and showing a disgusted expression.

"Not very strong, why do you care about him so much?"

The sharp ears of a wolf protruded from the man's head, and his voice was rough and unpleasant.

... a werewolf?

Jason shook his head and drove this guess out of his mind. He has grown up and stayed away from those damn fairy tales a long time ago. Werewolves and the like don't exist in the real world.

That is a deformity... For this degree of variation, the possibility of acquired man-made is far greater than the congenital developmental problem.

The water is quite deep here.

Stepping on the ground with bare feet, Jason walked around the house, but couldn't find any possibility to get out.The door is unlocked by fingerprint, surrounded by high-strength tempered glass, and has no windows.There was probably only a gap of a few millimeters where it touched the ground, but that was obviously not enough for Jason to get through, in short, he couldn't get out.

It's a little tricky.

Crouching helplessly on the ground, maybe a few minutes, maybe ten minutes later, Jason, who couldn't find any timing equipment or his cell phone, suddenly ushered in a turning point.

A guy in a red and black tights and a red hood flew over with spider threads.

"Ah, ah, I'm going to hit..."...

With a bang, the tights slammed into the glass door, and then slid down slowly against the door.

Is this guy here to... be funny?

Jason blinked, looked at the other party's outfit, and suddenly had a doubt.

This hood, this color system, seems a little familiar, is it a setting that collides with him?

of course not!

Spider-Man quickly got up and became lively again. He said with a dry smile: "Hey, nice to meet you? You can call me Spider-Man. What you just saw was just an ordinary traffic accident. Just forget about it." .”

Jason folded his arms calmly: "So, what are you here for?"

"Uh... do you need help? You must be a victim of being locked up in this evil laboratory! How about I open this door for you?"

Jason made a gesture of excuses.

Spider-Man kicked and pulled for a long time, but the door didn't move at all. He couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed: "Where's the key? Maybe we should find the key first!"

Jason walked to the door expressionlessly, tapped on the fingerprint sensor screen, and said sarcastically, "This is fingerprint unlocking, so you probably need to find the person in charge, cut off his thumb and bring it here?"

Spiderman hugged his face tremblingly: "This is too bloody! A good neighbor can't do it!"

Jason: "..."

So, you can't hear irony at all?

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About alias nicknames

Brant - boob √

Brother Bucket - Bucket √

Peter - worm√

Bucky - Baba(?) Kiki(???)

Bucky: ▼_▼