MMB Chapter 222 Successful Mutant
Chapter 222 Successful Mutant
When the monitor shouted, "Vitality signs are still present," the people behind the bulletproof glass wall were stunned for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, a hint of joy appeared on the faces of several researchers.
Of the five test subjects, four exploded, and one survived.
Carter, suppressing the churning in his stomach, coldly gave the order:
"Stop supplying energy. Medical team on standby, immediately record all vital signs."
The noise from the instruments decreased. The black mist stopped being injected into Experiment Chamber No. 5.
Everyone stared intently at the soldier inside, whose body was covered in gray and whose muscles were deformed.
Suddenly, Subject Number Five abruptly opened his eyes.
The whites of his eyes turned completely black, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.
"roar!"
A roar that was not human was forced from his throat. Subject Five leaped up and slammed headfirst into the specially made bulletproof glass.
A dull thud echoed through the laboratory.
The bulletproof glass vibrated.
A pool of blood instantly appeared on the glass.
Subject Five felt no pain at all and frantically pounded his head and fists against the cabin wall.
His facial muscles were contorted to the extreme.
"He's lost his mind!" the research director shouted. "Release the calming fog!"
As he spoke, a large amount of white gas was ejected from the top of the experimental chamber.
The fog instantly enveloped Number Five.
But it had no effect.
Number Five's actions not only didn't stop, but became even more frantic.
next second.
His body suddenly stiffened. Beneath his grayish-black skin, countless veins bulged prominently.
"Pfft!"
A series of cracking sounds rang out.
Subject Five's capillaries burst simultaneously, turning him into a bloody mess as he slammed straight onto the metal floor.
It twitched twice, then became completely still.
The laboratory was deathly silent.
The researchers, who had just been beaming with joy, were now frozen in place.
Carter's face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth: "Damn it, did you guys even get the information right?"
The person in charge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:
"Sir, the energy in this crystal is too violent. We lack a medium like the Vatican's that can filter energy. Directly injecting it would be too much for the genetic code of carbon-based organisms."
"I don't want to hear excuses." Carter pointed to the body on the ground. "Clean up the scene. Go to Lab Two and continue."
"We must succeed in the experiment in the shortest possible time."
The person in charge swallowed hard: "Yes."
Soon, the group arrived at Laboratory Number Two.
Five stronger, elite soldiers were strapped into the experimental chamber.
The person in charge adjusted the instrument panel: "Sir, this time we have significantly reduced the dosage."
"I don't want to know these things, I just want to see the results."
Upon hearing Carter's words, the person in charge dared not say anything more and immediately ordered people to begin preparations.
A short while later, the black mist surged out again.
Less than ten seconds after being exposed to the mist, the first test subject let out a scream.
"Bang!"
Blood and flesh flew everywhere. Number One exploded instantly.
Upon hearing the commotion, the remaining four soldiers began to struggle violently out of fear, and their bodies also began to undergo mutations.
Their bones made a teeth-grinding grinding sound, their bodies grew taller, and their muscles tore through their uniforms.
Time passed second by second.
Subjects three and four suddenly threw their heads back and screamed in agony. Their skin tore open in large areas, and blood gushed out from countless pores.
"Vital signs are rapidly declining!"
The person in charge shouted urgently, "Cut off the energy supply! Medical team, intervene manually to treat the patient!"
Several doctors in protective suits rushed in and frantically injected the medication.
Inside the experimental chamber, only number two and number five remained.
The alienation of these two individuals remained localized.
Number Two's arms had grown a thick layer of calluses, and Number Five's back had several bone spurs protruding.
They did not explode.
But its appearance is also somewhat frightening.
Carter stepped forward and observed the two men through the glass.
"Did it work?" Carter asked.
The person in charge looked at the monitoring data, but his expression was even more unpleasant than before.
Number Two and Number Five had their heads bowed. Hearing the sound, they slowly raised their faces.
His eyes were vacant and unfocused. Dust dripped from the corner of his mouth.
As the experimenter pressed the restraint button, the two were released from the restraint device, and then they lay on the ground, letting out beast-like growls at Carter outside.
"Sir..."
Seeing this, the person in charge looked grim.
"I'm afraid their brain cells have been completely burned out by the energy. They've lost all their senses. Now... only their biological instincts remain."
Upon hearing this answer, Carter punched the glass in front of him with a grim expression.
……
"Bang!"
Meanwhile, in Raccoon City, at the underground laboratory.
A piercing sound of metal tearing apart rang out.
A 10-millimeter-thick steel plate was punched through.
The steel edges curled outwards, revealing sharp nicks.
Mark remained frozen in place, still in the punching stance.
He looked at his intact fist, then at the steel plate that had been smashed through.
"This...this is what I did?" Mark swallowed hard, his voice trembling.
Lin Fan leaned back in his chair, tossing the dull crystal in his hand. "What else? Why don't you try smashing it again?"
Mark looked down at his body.
The excruciating pain he had just experienced made him feel as if he had been thrown into a meat grinder and spun around eight hundred times.
But after the pain subsided, he found himself completely transformed.
His muscles bulged all over his body, and his skin had a very faint metallic sheen.
There was an inexhaustible surge of energy coursing through his body.
"Brother Night Owl."
Seeing that Mark was still in a daze, Lin Fan raised his chin and gestured to Night Owl, "Try it with the weapon."
Night Owl understood instantly, grinned, drew his 9mm pistol from his waist, and cocked it.
The gun was pointed at Mark.
Noticing something, Mark looked up and, seeing what was happening, shuddered and backed away.
"Wait! People will die! This is the real deal!"
"Don't worry, you won't die."
Lin Fan waved his hand.
"Focus your mind and put your attention on your skin. Imagine it hardening."
Mark wanted to say something more, but seeing that Lin Fan and Night Owl were not joking at all, he could only grit his teeth and do as Lin Fan said, tensing all his muscles.
"Bang!"
The next moment, a gunshot rang out.
A flash of light. The bullet struck him precisely in the chest.
The expected scene of blood and gore did not occur.
The bullet struck his pectoral muscles with a crisp metallic clang.
The deformed warhead then fell to the ground.
Only a red mark remained on his chest.
"Ouch—that fucking hurts!"
Although I wasn't shot, the pain was real.
Mark clutched his chest, gasped for breath, and winced in pain.
But his eyes were filled with ecstasy.
It's not broken! It really isn't broken!
Lin Fan really didn't lie to him!
Night Owl walked forward with a look of surprise and picked up the flattened bullet from the ground.
"Goodness."
He looked at Lin Fan.
"This guy's physical abilities are almost on par with an A-level physical body awakener."
Lin Fan smiled but didn't say anything, feeling extremely satisfied.
Even without that icon, he still managed to create a mutant.
Of course, this success does not necessarily mean that it is a true success.
He needs to conduct more trials to find out if he can actually create such mutants.
If it really works, he can mass-produce Superman.
Compared to Lin Fanxin, Domingo and several former members of the Vatican, who were standing to the side, were completely dumbfounded.
It's important to know that in the past, the Papacy required extremely rigorous selection to train a Knight Templar.
Furthermore, it takes at least three years and has an extremely high mortality rate.
But now...
The person in front of me took less than ten minutes.
They cultivated a mutant comparable to Superman...
Domingo's legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.
"A divine intervention! This is a true miracle!"
Domingo lay on the ground, his voice trembling, his whole body shaking with excitement.
Upon seeing this, the cardinals and Templars behind him also knelt down in unison.
The way they looked at Lin Fan had changed from awe to utter fanaticism.
What is the Papacy? What is Paul VI?
The one before us is the true god!
Lin Fan stood up and dusted off his hands.
"Alright, stop worshipping. It's like a cult gathering."
Domingo raised his head, his face full of piety:
"My lord, your great power and glory will surely spread throughout the world in the future. We are willing to go through fire and water for you!"
"I'd rather go through fire and water than face that."
Lin Fan pointed at Mark,
"Domingo, go and screen all the survivors outside. Pick out all those who are physically fit and have a clean record."
Domingo's eyes lit up: "My lord, you intend to form a divine army?"
"What kind of army? Let's call it the security force for now."
Lin Fan kicked the steel plate beside his feet.
"Even if you go out to spread your doctrines, you'll still need some protection, won't you?"
Domingo repeatedly kowtowed, saying, "Praise be to God! I will do it immediately!"
Lin Fan touched his chin.
In his mind, the cracked tombstone deep within his consciousness shone even brighter.
In the darkness, he sensed that as he acted as a "filter" to channel energy, his control over this primordial power also increased.
The thing sealed inside the tombstone is getting closer and closer to revival.
"Mr. Lin."
Mark walked up to Lin Fan and bowed deeply.
"You gave me my life. From now on, I will do whatever you ask me to do."
Lin Fan patted him on the shoulder:
"Very good, then your task now is to go to the cafeteria and have a good meal. Starting tomorrow, you will learn how to do things from Night Owl."
Mark nodded emphatically, turned and walked out.
Just then, Lin Jianguo walked in from outside, brushed past the others, and came up to Lin Fan, frowning as he asked:
"Hey kid, what are you up to here?"
Lin Fan didn't hide anything and told him what had happened. Lin Jianguo gasped and stared wide-eyed after hearing it.
"You little brat, if you want to die, don't drag us down with you!"
"Have you ever thought about what would happen if you died?"
"Don't worry, I'm confident!"
Lin Fan gave the other person a reassuring look, then asked, "What are you doing here?"
Lin Jianguo then remembered the important matter and lowered his voice:
"Zheng Guodong sent a message."
The United States, at a multinational conference, demanded that we hand over King Paul VI.
Lin Fan sneered.
"You want that old guy?"
Lin Fan was taken aback, not expecting the US to pull such a stunt.
However, he quickly remembered that the other party had taken the documents from the Vatican, and he immediately understood.
"They're overthinking it!"