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Chapter 671 Burning Amidst Despair! (First Update!)

The restraint strap, made of high-strength elastic nylon rope, snapped with a loud crack when it was pulled apart.

The operating room wasn't quiet, but this strange sound still stood out from the crowd. Whether it was Edcia, who was receiving nutrient fluid, or the researcher who was busy treating the other elderly people who had been injected with enhancement drugs, they all looked in the direction from which the sound came.

When they saw Allen sitting on the operating table, the restraints on his hands and legs broken, and the person sitting on the operating table looking at his own hands and legs with a puzzled expression, Edcia and the researchers all let out a sharp, explosive sound.

The restraint strap is made of high-strength nylon, which has strong elasticity. A small restraint strap can easily lift four or five tons of objects.

But now, someone is actually able to break this thing off while on the operating table and restrained!

Is that human being?
After the scream, Edcia turned her head sharply and looked at the operating table next to her.

On the operating table next to them, thanks to the researchers' emergency treatment, apart from the old man who had the strongest reaction and stopped moving shortly after the injection, the other old men are now also slowly becoming still.

Judging from his physical movements, it seems that his body was unable to withstand the side effects of the medication.

died!

In that instant, he remembered the information mentioned in the documents.

These people are comrades-in-arms.

They were comrades who had retired from the Korean battlefield, comrades who entrusted their backs to each other, comrades who had risked their lives together.

Having figured this out, Edcia's body reacted even before his brain did. He straightened up abruptly, turned around abruptly, and ran out of the laboratory without looking back.

His sudden movements were all observed by the researchers, who were somewhat bewildered.

The death during the drug injection is already an accident, and they need to quickly investigate the cause and then adjust the experimental methods.

However, these accidents pale in comparison to the shock they felt from the person sitting on the operating table.

They all opened their mouths wide, wanting to speak, but after stammering for a long time, they couldn't utter a single word.

On the operating table, Allen stared in astonishment at his own hands and feet.

As a former soldier, he once possessed very flexible and healthy limbs.

Back then, it was precisely because of his healthy limbs that he fought alongside his comrades on the battlefield and finally returned to America alive.

This feeling has been gone for decades.

Now, he has rediscovered that feeling of health.

Moreover, he feels much better now than he did with his limbs!
His gaze then shifted downwards, landing on his legs, where four stretchy nylon restraints remained.

Extend your right hand, pinch the elastic nylon restraint band with your thumb and forefinger, and gently pull it outwards.

The resistance coming from his fingertips gave Allen a new understanding of his body.

When the two fingers on his right hand were released, the stretched elastic nylon restraints snapped back, hitting the edge of the operating table with a snap.

This sound also completely jolted the stunned researchers awake, and their brains finally processed the information.

The brain then sends commands to the limbs:
【escape! 】

The researchers rushed out, pressing the lab alarm as they did so.

The alarm button was pressed, and the laboratory, which had been lit by white lights and looked somewhat quiet and deserted, instantly became extremely noisy.

The red warning lights were flashing, and the danger warning sound kept echoing.

The researchers, clad in protective suits, ran out of the laboratory amidst the flashing red lights and deafening alarms, fleeing down the corridor for their lives.

The notification sound and the flashing red light brought Allen back to his senses.

He didn't rush. Instead, he untied the abdominal bandage, braced his hands on the edge of the operating table, and slowly moved his legs outward.

This is the knowledge he learned on the battlefield, in the field hospital.

After surgery, you need to gradually adapt and allow your muscles to readjust to exert force; otherwise, problems may arise.

However, his muscle memory told him that he had just broken several high-strength nylon restraints and that he didn't need to worry about the stress on his muscles.

Move your feet outwards, hover, and finally step onto the ground.

The icy touch traveled through the soles of his feet to his brain, causing Allen to shiver involuntarily. This shiver also helped him regain his senses.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward with his right leg, and then with his left leg.

After taking a full step and feeling the muscles engage, Allen took another big step forward and walked towards the operating table next to him.

The operating tables were spaced about three meters apart, and Allen took a few steps to reach the operating table next to him.

On the operating table, his comrade-in-arms, who had been chatting and laughing with him just hours before, lay there stiffly, his eyes wide open, with dried bloodstains at the corners of his eyes.

“Alex…”

Allen called out the name in a hoarse voice, then reached out and slowly closed his old comrade's eyes.

Just then, a noise came from the operating table next to us.

The person on the operating table is still struggling.

Upon hearing the sound, Allen quickly ran over, intending to untie the restraints.

He had barely moved when the person on the operating table called out to him, "Allen, don't move! I don't want to crawl all over the floor!"

Allen stopped what he was doing when his old comrade said this. He stood aside and watched quietly as his old comrade struggled on the operating table.

After struggling for a while, the man gradually calmed down and began to gasp for oxygen.

After calming down a bit, he said softly, "I can't take it anymore!"

“I can clearly feel that feeling. Look at Chris next door, I feel he’s a little better than me.”

Allen's gaze followed his old comrade's words, landing on the other operating tables, and finally on his old comrade named Chris.

Compared to the others, Chris was indeed in better condition.

At least, his breathing is relatively steady.

He quickly went over and checked Chris's pulse with his hand. It was beating a little fast, but at least it was steady.

After checking Chris's pulse, he pinched Chris's hands and feet; the gene serum was working on Chris.

Those originally thin hands and feet had gained a little more muscle, but only a little, nothing compared to how much muscle they had developed.

In that instant, he recalled the scene he had vaguely seen.

In the video, that damned researcher is injecting him with a kind of blood plasma.

It looks like blood plasma was drawn from someone.

Thinking of this, Allen turned around, rushed to his operating table, and searched for the suspicious bag of blood plasma.

But he didn't find any blood plasma, only an empty blood plasma bag.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed what appeared to be blood plasma in the insulated box on the trolley next to him. Just as he was about to go and get it, his old comrade-in-arms, who had been talking to him earlier, spoke up again: "Allen, take Chris and get out of here right now!"

"Hurry up!" "You've already wasted too...cough...too much time!"

"The security personnel for this lab should be here soon, let's get going!"

"Remember, if you have the chance, go see the world for us, see the world we wanted to build back then."

"Cough...cough..."

After saying a few words, the man started coughing loudly. Allen rushed over, wanting to help his old comrade, only to find that all the knowledge they had learned was useless at this moment.

After coughing twice, the man suddenly smiled at Allen and then closed his eyes.

Watching an old comrade pass away, Allen involuntarily opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word or syllable.

Chris, whom they were talking about, slowly regained consciousness amidst the noise.

He caught a glimpse of Allen out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes showed surprise, followed by joy.

He grinned and shouted at Allen, "Allen, I'm sorry, I can't die on the charge, I'm going to die in bed."

"But you can keep going forward and die on the way to the front, in our place."

These words brought Allen back to his senses. He rushed to Chris's operating table, untied the restraints on Chris, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and ran out of the laboratory without looking back.

"Let's charge together!"

"I'm going to use your corpse as a shield!"

Carried on someone's shoulder, Chris was jostled around uncomfortably, but upon hearing the sound, he let out a soft laugh: "That's great!"

"But my corpse can't withstand bullets!"

“I can handle it!” Allen replied, shifting the person he was carrying on his shoulder to a different position to make it easier for them.

The two had just run out of the laboratory and walked down a corridor when they heard hurried footsteps coming from the opposite corridor.

That was the sound of thick-soled combat boots treading the ground, very rhythmic.

The security personnel have arrived.

Allen looked around and found that his surroundings filled him with despair.

The corridor was lined with laboratories, but the doors to these laboratories were tightly closed. The tempered glass walls reflected the figures of the two men, seemingly mocking their overestimation of their abilities.

Sensing something was wrong, Chris whispered, "Put me down, then go back to that operating room, find those electrical circuits, and figure out a way to start a fire!"

"As long as their fire suppression and disinfection systems are up and running, you have a chance to get out."

"quick!"

Allen didn't put the person down. Instead, he carried the person back to the operating room and, following Chris's instructions, found the electrical circuit in the operating room, placed the dry gauze on the circuit, and then short-circuited the circuit.

The electric spark ignited the gauze instantly. He took the burning gauze and quickly ignited other flammable materials. The flammable materials burned rapidly, and in just a few dozen seconds, thick smoke enveloped the laboratory.

When flames burn in a secret space, they can cause a deflagration when the temperature reaches a certain level.

The whole process was very short, taking only a few tens of seconds.

Just as the security personnel outside were preparing to break down the door, a deflagration occurred inside the operating room. The pressure generated by the deflagration shattered the tempered glass on the operating room wall and briefly disturbed the people outside.

The fire suppression system detected the fire at this time and began to activate.

The sprinkler system sprayed water mist frantically, while the alarm system continued to scream incessantly.

The sprayed water, the smoke from the burning combustibles, and the water vapor produced by the collision between the sprayed water and the burning object—all these things combined to provide cover for Allen at that moment.

He rushed out of his hiding place and, in the blink of an eye, was outside the operating room, where he encountered the security personnel.

In the confined space, the security personnel, accustomed to gunfights, had no chance to fight back against Allen's close-quarters attacks.

Thirty seconds later, Allen looked at the person lying on the ground, and then at his own hands.

He then turned around and, through the steam, the mist from the fire sprinklers, the thick smoke, and the lingering flames, shouted to Chris, "It looks like we can keep charging!"

Chris didn't respond, only coughing repeatedly.

Accompanied by coughing, Chris limped out from the corner of the operating room. When he saw the person on the ground, his eyes lit up. He squatted down and slowly began to take off his clothes.

"Change into these clothes, let's sneak out!"

The two quickly changed their clothes, and after taking one last look through the tempered glass wall at their lifeless old comrades on the operating table, they picked up their guns and started running out.

The two ran down the corridor, shouting as they went.

Their shouts quickly attracted another team of security personnel. Seeing that there were only two of them, the leader of the approaching team hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

Allen screamed in panic, running along the wall and gesturing wildly, "That guy isn't..."

In the blink of an eye, he was beside these people and suddenly made his move.

He fired his gun and punches simultaneously, killing the seven members of the security team before they could even react.

After he finished killing everyone, Chris slowly approached, observed the surrounding layout, and whispered, "We need to keep setting fires and burn the entire lab down!"

"Otherwise, we won't be able to escape!"

Allen readily agreed with the suggestion, then bent down and began licking the corpse.

bullet.

lighter.

Allen found two lighters on the team leader; he kept one for himself and gave the other to Chris.

After loading the bullets, the two slowly made their way back in the direction the squad had come from. Along the way, they saw several labs that were not closed. They went inside, found the flammable materials, lit them, and continued to make their way along the corridor.

Strangely, the entire laboratory was empty, and after searching for a long time, they couldn't find anyone.

At the right corner, Allen peeked out and saw only an empty corridor, no one in sight. He turned to Chris behind him and asked:
"Why is nobody here?"

"I don't know! Could it be some kind of biological crisis?"

"No way, there's a biohazard virus here?"

Is it possible that you are the Resident Evil?

"Impossible!" After denying Chris's words, Allen quietly peeked out from the back of the corridor, saw the surveillance camera above his head, and raised his hand to fire a shot.

As I knocked it out, I caught a glimpse of the open door to the laboratory next door.

He took out a lighter and tiptoed inside, only to find that the laboratory was an operating room.

There was an operating table in the very center.

And on the operating table, there was one person!

(End of this chapter)