[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

Holding his chin, he pointed at the mouse with the other hand, frowning.

Dr. Erskine put on thick cloth gloves and grabbed the experimental rat, checked it over and over, carefully put the rat back into the cage, and nodded to me.

The time has come.

Following the doctor's instructions, I held the cage of the lab rats in one hand and the cage of the guinea pigs in the other.

The guinea pig is almost five times the size of the experimental rat, excitedly circling in the cage, looking at the little partner on the other side through the fence.

I handed over the cage to one of Schmidt's guys, the guy who's been standing there like a stake.

"How can this be?"

The man brought by Schmidt opened the cage and put the two mice into the special rollers. It didn't take long for him to look as if he had been electrocuted, and he muttered "impossible" to himself. words like

As I put on the roller with ordinary experimental rats again, Schmidt was stunned, and then began to seriously compare the differences between the three animals. As he observed more carefully, the expression on his face became closer from happy to happy. ecstasy.

"Their stamina is almost the same! With such a huge difference in physique..."

"The original experimental rats are no longer good, and the subjects are still running steadily. It's amazing!"

The rat's wheel was spinning, and the sound of the Hidden Blade popping out was almost negligible. If he attacked Schmidt, who was concentrating on observing the results of the experiment from this distance—

One step forward, no one noticed.

Two steps forward, Schmidt glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.

Stepping forward in three steps, flashing their swords, two of Schmidt's subordinates took a resisting posture—too slow.

The sword comes out and hits the target. The target's subordinates with guns are ready to shoot. Prioritize the target's subordinates as human shields, grab the guns, counterattack, and the assassination is over.

That's how it should be.

"You're wondering why this assassination didn't go the way you thought it would."

Schmidt's calm voice is not at all like that of a person who has brushed against death. Even if the Hidden Blade Kankan missed from under his earlobe and pierced into the cushion of the seat behind, in fact, as long as the angle About two degrees away, his carotid artery should have burst into red spray by this time.

In the same way, my head will bloom red and white -- thanks to the military rifle |

"I have to admit that I never thought that one day I would be able to meet with my own eyes a member of the legendary mysterious organization that has existed for thousands of years."

Schmidt was helped up by his subordinates, and he looked at my Hidden Blade with admiration and a subtle emotion that I couldn't describe.

"Lucas, huh? Since you've been using that name for so long, let's say you don't mind being called that?"

That's great... I don't know when my identity was exposed, and Dr. Erskine's face was blank. At least I can rule out a suspect who exposed me.

"I think there must be some misunderstanding between us, why don't we talk about it?"

Schmidt looked at me with ease, and the look that I dare not refuse made people want to punch him in the face.

The lab rats and guinea pigs on the ground squealed.

"I reject."

He tiptoed the obviously over-excited laboratory on the ground and kicked it towards Schmidt, hoping that he would also like the pain and pleasure of strengthening the rat's teeth and claws.

It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to observe carefully, because when the mouse was thrown out as a hidden weapon, the snipers outside the window also took it as a signal to shoot, and my only way out was to run out of the laboratory door──

Then escape with a whole battalion of soldiers chasing after them or kill them all the other way around.

This is really...

It fits the style of a hero so well!

I like!

The sixth step of job transfer

To be honest, the situation is not good for me.

Looking back now, all the soldiers in this base are probably materials or experimental products prepared for strengthening experiments. Everyone's physique, endurance, and explosive power are very good.

Since they were ordered to chase me, it has been quite rare to follow closely behind me and hardly get rid of it.Basically, since I was in sixth grade, almost no one can run more than two blocks behind my ass without being thrown off.

But in this camp, first of all, because it is a military garrison, the layout has been designed rigidly from the beginning. The location of the barracks, the training ground, etc., it is impossible to use the twists and turns of the lanes to get rid of soldiers.

If it is transferred to a training ground with complex terrain, since I have been serving as a personal guard next to the doctor, the same disadvantage is that the soldiers who have been trained for a long time are not familiar with the terrain, and it is very likely that they will be lured into dead ends.

I can't get rid of it, and the enemy has hot weapons as their backing. The longer it takes, the worse it will be for me. That is to say, the best solution at present is to directly kill the vanguard and temporarily intimidate the pursuers behind.

Stop and turn around.

When the first person rushed up, he fell directly over his shoulder and kicked him in the chest due to his impact.Then came the second, and the third.

The first few were fine, but the next three or five were not so simple. This kind of gang fight didn't pay attention to the rules of taking turns. Almost everyone wanted to hang on me directly and knock me down, but it was also difficult. Fortunately, when there are many people, the snipers at the rear are not easy to shoot, for fear of hitting their own people.

"Sorry, buddy." Hitting a hapless guy on the throat (who made him stand there at the right angle), I fumbled for his gun, I didn't bother to aim, and pointed directly at the thick wall I'll fight wherever I go, anyway, almost everyone who looks around now is trying to settle me down.

After I fired the first shot, people would naturally follow the second and third shots. Once the random shots started, the scene went out of control, all kinds of accidental injuries to friendly troops, busy looking for cover, and shouting to regain control of the scene...

If you don't run at this time, wait!

I have never escaped so quickly and neatly in my life!I feel that at this time, I have reached the state of becoming one with the wind!

Could this be the sublimation of a hero?

I closed my eyes and felt the roiling emotions until I was shot in the knee.

Before falling to my knees from inertia, I turned my head to find the bloody bastard--and I saw Zola the spectacles and his new energy gun in sight.

"Zola!"

As soon as I finished the "smiling" expression, that wretched shorty rolled off his launch pad.

"I remember you."

Dragging my legs that were so painful that I almost lost consciousness, I rushed directly to the border of the camp──Hey, did I mention that this base is built on the mountainside, which means that if you cross the border, it will be a cliff, and you will break if you jump off it The height of the neck.

Of course, this kind of mere cliff is not difficult for me who has ten years of experience in the leap of faith.

"I'll come back ─ ─ come ─ ─!"

These are my last words to Schmidt and his pack of Nazi punks.

It's so stylish!

Hmm... the only fly in the ointment is that the straw at the bottom of the cliff is not thick enough, and my back hurts a bit.

The preparations are still not enough.It must be recorded for the next improvement. The hero will become more and more courageous after setbacks.

...Well, next time I have to remember to prepare crutches. It's a bit difficult to chop wood with the Hidden Blade on the spot.

***

Dr. Erskine knew that Lucas -- or whatever his real name was -- had defected, even if he hadn't gotten into the situation.And he, as Lucas' nominal chief, is likely to be used as a punching bag by Schmidt, and he doesn't know how to be punished to death, or worse, his wife and children are likely to become props for Schmidt to vent his anger, because his research Still valuable to Schmidt.

Thinking of the latter, Dr. Erskine wished he could slam his head on the experimental table to death.

He knew that Lucas was different from the other soldiers. The kid's eyes didn't have the madness or desire for power of other soldiers. When the other soldiers were all rushing to Dr. Zola and his weapon development project, only Lukas Cass chose to be with him—a Jew.

The young man would even greet him and gossip. Among a group of Nazi soldiers who wanted to look at the world with their nostrils and felt extremely good about themselves, Lucas seemed out of place in many ways, but the skills he showed in training were just right. Let other soldiers dare not bully him.

In Dr. Erskine's eyes, Enzo's counterfeit Lucas is a kind, handsome and sympathetic little prince that only appears in fairy tales.

That's why he vaguely reminded the other party that Schmidt was not a good person, and hidden under his handsome appearance was a tyrannical ambition.A good boy like Lucas (Enzo) should not continue to stay in this kind of place. He has seen too many good people forget their original appearance because of the influence of the environment and the strong herd effect.

When Lucas (Enzo) came to find him and took the initiative to cut a large cup of blood for him to experiment and get the results early to attract Schmidt, Dr. Erskine also thought that it was the young man's worship He is very aware of how clever Hitler and the Nazis are in inciting young people, but it is a pity that a good child was poisoned.

But he expected the beginning, but he didn't expect the ending.

Dr. Erskine never thought that the so-called "having a personal matter with Mr. Schmidt" turned out to be to assassinate the other party!

Schmidt's smiling face was now a ticket to hell in Dr. Erskine's eyes.

"Dr. Erskine." Not to mention that Schmidt's tone was not angry at all, but quite calm. All kinds of abnormal attitudes made the doctor break