Patrick's Bizarre Adventure

First shot

Peter has been hanging on the bottom of the pickup truck, motionless.He tried to hear what was going on in the car, but failed.

After leaving the congested section of the road, the speed of the truck increased, and Peter tried hard to identify the direction.

Sure enough, the car was aimed at the suburbs.

When the car stopped, Peter took advantage of the night to get out of the car and hid in a dark corner to observe carefully.

This place seems to be an abandoned air-raid shelter. The entrance is guarded by two soldiers, but currently there is only one person standing at the door, and the other is helping to guard the newly arrived "cargo".

Peter groped in from the top of the passage a little bit.In fact, this operation is very dangerous.The soldiers carrying ordinary people back and forth walked around below, but if anyone raised his head, it was no exaggeration to say that he could directly beat Peter into a sieve.

They didn't look up, though.This was convenient for Peter. He carefully avoided the soldiers, skipped the experimenter who was taking the materials, and arrived at a place like a research laboratory.

There are only a few long tables in this laboratory, all of which are stacks of materials.

Peter flipped through it bit by bit, the one in his hand seemed to be a researcher's diary.

[Experiment report: x month x day

Today, 30 mice were sent, and I injected them with the improved medicine α.They screamed and wailed and begged for mercy, but all died.very noisy.The resistance is really poor. ]

[Experiment report: x month x day

Learned the lesson today, diluted and lowered the dose of modified α, about half of the mice died, and the other half had special changes, why?I will continue to improve tomorrow, hoping to test it out as soon as possible before the mice are exhausted. ]

[Experiment report: x day

finally!The No. 100 little white mouse produced a miracle, and the hard work paid off.He even withstood the original version of Modified Alpha!The reason is unknown, but it may be related to my own experience.The experimenter has been arranged to follow up the research,... my lord has to wait.It is suggested that No. 100 be isolated for 5 days for research and temporarily placed in No. 2051. ]

When Peter was browsing the front, he didn't feel anything wrong. As he read gradually, he understood.

Living people are being used for death experiments here!And it has already reached more than 100.According to this diary, the death rate is almost 80%, and new people are brought in every day...

Peter trembled angrily, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the paper in his hand.Originally, these people should have a happy day and a bright future, but because of some medicine, their lives ended here forever, and they were tortured.

He barely calmed down, and then quickly browsed through the stack of materials next to him, which were full of various portraits and introductions of his own experience.Peter felt that the paper in his hand was extremely heavy, and it was full of pain.

Peter carefully memorized everyone's faces one by one, he had a good memory, and he wanted to remember them.

"Sorry..." Peter whispered, "I'm late."

Before he could read them all, he heard footsteps coming from the corridor.Peter quickly put the information back in place, and then hid himself.

It was an experimenter with ordinary clothes and an ordinary face. He was wearing a white coat and a pair of glasses that almost covered half of his face. As soon as he came in, he rushed to the pile of materials and kept mumbling.

"Looking for the file of No. 100... ok, here it is. Then there's the drug ratio table. I got it... It seems that there is nothing else." The experimenter let out a long breath, and hurried out of the door.

Peter quickly followed, and the man turned directly into room 2051. Peter entered the ventilation duct, lurked at the vent of 2051, and observed the situation inside through the gap.

There are several huge pillars covered with cloth in the room.After the experimenter entered, he was called in by an old white male to ask a few words, and then he was yelled at for more than ten minutes, and he was finally released when he was about to shrink into the ground.

That "Mr. Smith" scolded the experimenter, opened the door and led him out, and ordered the remaining two people inside the door to continue the experiment.

"Old Smith's grumpy again, I don't know when I'll finish my research. I've had enough of him," complained one of the people in the room.

"It all depends on the mood of No. 100 -- how about drawing a tube of blood for me?" Another person said in a relaxed tone, and he lifted the cloth on the pillar closest to him.

Inside was Paddy.He seemed to be closing his eyes and meditating.The originally healthy and fair cheeks were now very pale, and even had an unhealthy turquoise glow.On the contrary, it shows the fragility of his beauty even more.

The two experimenters leaned over: "Sure enough, good-looking people are good-looking no matter what."

"If you have to say that, then although we are not good-looking, we are lucky."

"That's right. Alright! Don't fall asleep for 100 minutes! Wake up!" The experimenter slammed the glass hard.

Paddy opened his eyes slightly in annoyance.In the past few days, he felt like an animal in a cage. Not to mention people visiting him, those people would make various noises and pat the cage, hoping that the creatures locked inside would take a look at him.

Only this time it seems to be different.

He first heard an unusual "clang" sound, and immediately looked over, the two idiot experimenters had already been knocked down by a strange man wearing a hood.

Paddy: "Wow, you have great taste."

That person: "Hahahaha, right, this uniform is pretty good-looking hehehe."

The weirdo smirked twice before suddenly reacting.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Spider-Man, I'm here to save you, Pa...what's your name?"

"Another hero?" Paddy muttered, shaking his head as if nothing had happened in the suspicious eyes cast by the strange...Spiderman, and said:

"Paddy, if you can, please get me the milk from the side cabinet, please?"

On the way to pick the lock, Peter found that he had successfully completed the perfect transformation from a perverted stalker to a thief, and he could even have fun in the bitterness: Even if I am a thief, I am also a principled thief.

Spider-Man got the milk and helped Paddy break the huge glass jar. He supported Paddy, worried.

"Can you escape like this? I may, but I can't control you too much, because I want to rescue everyone here."

"...you give me the milk first."

In front of the bewildered Spider-Man, Paddy finished off a can of milk, and watched with satisfaction that his blood bar turned back to a healthy red.

[Inventory bar unlocked]

He slowly took out a golden apple from his backpack and ate it whole.Equipped with his own diamond armor, he gripped the enchanted diamond sword tightly in his hand.

"Now, the battle really begins."