Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

"But why is there no way to lift it from the ground? We used such a powerful crane and applied unimaginable traction. Even the cables and key components of the crane were made of extremely precious vibranium, but it is still as stable as a rock. This is incredible!" He waved his arms excitedly, and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.

"What are these things made of, and why are they so heavy? It's like the embodiment of some unknown law in the universe, which is completely beyond our current scientific knowledge. Is it some element we have never discovered? Or a completely new form of matter? This hammer is like a puzzle from outer space, mercilessly mocking our ignorance, but we have no clue about it. We can only watch it lying there quietly, becoming an unsolvable mystery." He shook his head helplessly, his eyes revealing a deep sense of frustration. The agents and researchers around him also fell silent. Everyone was deeply troubled by this mysterious hammer.

Coulson remained silent. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were focused like an eagle's. He just kept looking at the data sheet in his hand. The screen of the data sheet flashed with rows of complex data, and various parameters and charts jumped quickly in his eyes. He tried to find a clue from these seemingly chaotic data to unlock the secret of this mysterious hammer. Every number was like a mysterious code symbol, and he was the persistent decoder, exploring hard in this scientific maze full of unknowns.

At this moment, a loud sound suddenly rang out throughout the base. It was an alarm, sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl piercing the silent night sky. Then a man came from the headset, whispering a little gloomily: "A man came in, he injured our people, and went straight to the hammer... What do you need me to do?" There was a hint of tension and uneasiness in the voice, which was even more urgent in this tense situation.

Coulson looked up and saw a man squatting above the crane. The sun shone on him, outlining his agile figure. He held a bow and arrow in his hand, which gleamed coldly in the sun. The arrow pointed straight down, obviously aiming at the prey. He was Barton, one of the best agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. At this moment, he was like a cheetah ready to attack, with a sharp light in his eyes, watching the movement below vigilantly.

Coulson was silent for a while and shook his head: "Let him try... Fisk has already arrived in Mexico. We'd better solve the problem here as soon as possible, otherwise this guy will come to join in the fun." When this name was mentioned, Barton, who was squatting on the crane, couldn't help but tremble. Fisk's name was like a curse, which made this tough guy who had been through many battles feel a little scared. He slowly put away his bow and arrow, and put on his hood silently. The shadow of the hood covered his face, leaving only a pair of eyes still watching the situation below, with a little more caution in his eyes.

At this moment, a tall, strong-looking blond man knocked down several guards. His figure was like a running bull, with an unstoppable momentum. Every step he took was like beating a war drum on the ground, making a dull sound. He jumped directly into the sand pit with the fallen hammer, and a cloud of dust rose around the sand pit, like the smoke of a battlefield. He looked at the hammer, as if he saw a beloved beauty, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smile was full of affection and desire, which made the fully armed and well-prepared SHIELD agents around him look at each other in surprise, and even felt a little chilly. They had never seen such a strange scene before, and the sudden intrusion of the man's obsession with the hammer made them feel inexplicably uneasy.

At the same time, for some unknown reason, the sky suddenly became overcast. It was clear just a second ago, but now it was as if an invisible hand was waving in the sky, quickly pulling back the curtain of darkness. The dark clouds were like surging black waves, rolling and surging in the sky, piling up layer by layer, getting thicker and lower, almost pressing down on the ground. Lightning flashed in the clouds from time to time, as if a giant beast hidden in the darkness was spying on the world, foreshadowing the coming of a storm. The originally warm sunlight was completely blocked, and the entire base was shrouded in a gloomy and depressing atmosphere.

The blond man stood in the sand pit, his eyes fixed on the hammer, his eyes flashing with confidence. He stretched out his hand, the muscles in that hand bulged, full of strength, as if he could crush the stars. He grasped the handle of the hammer, took a deep breath, and began to exert force. The veins on his arm bulged, like a winding python, every muscle was exerting force, and the force seemed to be able to shake the earth. However, the hammer did not move at all. His smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a look of surprise and unwillingness. He increased his strength, and beads of sweat began to seep out of his forehead. Those beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the sand. His feet sank slightly, leaving deep footprints in the sand, but the hammer was still as steady as a root. He roared, and the sound was like thunder, echoing throughout the base, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull the hammer out of the ground. The confidence he once had was ruthlessly shattered at this moment, leaving only a face full of fatigue and loss.

Coulson shook his head.

"Another clown, isn't it?"

Chapter 258 That's right, Mystique, I am your father.

Fisk walked into the truck. Like most trucks, the door of this truck was closed, and the secrets hidden inside could not be seen at all. However, when Fisk stepped into the truck, it was as if he had entered another world.

The light in the carriage was dim, with only a few lights emitting weak blue light flickering in the corners, barely illuminating the surrounding environment. A pungent smell hit me in the face, a mixture of metal, sweat and some unknown chemical agent. The guards were very strict, with a huge "tyrant" sitting on each side.

Their bodies, made of steel, reflected a cold luster under the blue light, and every muscle was like a carefully forged piece of metal, full of strength. Their eyes, which were a fusion of machinery and biology, flashed red light, like two flames burning in the darkness, watching everything in the carriage vigilantly. The huge weapons in their hands gave people a strong sense of oppression, as if they were ready to attack any potential threats at any time.

Not far away, a huge glass house stood in the middle of the carriage. Outside the glass house, a tall woman was standing there, her back to Fisk, concentrating on flipping through the book in her hand. Her slender figure was wrapped in a black tight robe, outlining her graceful curves. She wore a striking black collar around her neck, which was inlaid with some mysterious images, flashing strange light from time to time. The golden chain hung vertically from the collar behind her, and every slight shake would make a crisp sound, like a wind chime in the dark. Her furry tail swayed faintly under her long skirt, as if it had its own life, adding a mysterious and charming temperament to her.

Her legs were tightly wrapped in black stockings, which shone like satin and extended into her red high-heeled shoes. The heels of her high-heeled shoes were thin and high, making her figure more upright. Every step she took made a "clicking" sound, which made her look particularly attractive in the silent carriage.

There was also a striking presence in the glass room, a woman with a curvy figure. She was only wearing a layer of white gauze, which was as thin as mist and almost transparent, showing off her nearly perfect figure. She had golden hair, as dazzling as the sun, and fell softly on her shoulders and back. Her face was beautiful, and her features were so delicate that they seemed to be carefully carved by God. However, at this moment, she closed her eyes and fell into a coma. She lay there quietly, like a sleeping fairy, and the air around her seemed to be softened by her beauty, but her predicament added a sense of sadness and fragility to this beauty, making people want to find out and worry about her safety.

Zhao Hailun stood on one side of the glass room, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, staring closely at the instrument in her hand, not missing any details. She frowned slightly, as if thinking about some profound questions. After a while, she said, "Can you really tamper with other people's memories through dreams?" Her voice echoed in this slightly depressing carriage, with a hint of suspicion and inquiry.

Vanessa glanced at Zhao Hailun with disdain and arrogance in her eyes. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile: "Of course, do you want to feel it?" The tone seemed to be saying something that could not be simpler, and it seemed to be deliberately provoking Zhao Hailun. Zhao Hailun just shook her head. She ignored the sarcasm in Vanessa's words. Her mind was completely occupied by the instrument in her hand. This instrument looked very sophisticated, with various flashing indicator lights and complex buttons on it. Some incomprehensible data kept scrolling on the display screen. These data were like mysterious codes, waiting for Zhao Hailun to interpret.

The person lying in the glass room was none other than Mystique. She lay there quietly, as if she was in an endless sleep. Zhao Hailun had obtained Mystique for a long time. During this time, she had been trying to solve the mystery of the genes in Mystique. She tried to extract Mystique's x gene again and again, and each time she was fully focused and careful, like a persistent explorer looking for treasure. However, the results were all failures without exception. Those failed experiences were like a shadow hanging over her heart, but she did not give up.

Even the cloning factory, a place with advanced technology and equipment, has no way to extract Mystique's genes. Mystique's genes are like the most mysterious existence in the universe, or to some extent, Mystique's genes are an indescribable spiral. It is more complicated than you can imagine. The arrangement and structure of those genes seem to be a puzzle that goes beyond current scientific cognition. With the current technology, there is no way to crack it. Zhao Hailun knows this very well, so she can only wait for a while, waiting for a breakthrough in technology or a new inspiration to emerge.

But it is not Fisk's style to leave such a useful assistant unused. Fisk is a man who will do anything to achieve his goal. He only has the goal and the result in his eyes. Therefore, after repeated consideration, Fisk is ready to take a different approach and use Vanessa's nightmare ability to change Mystique's memory. In order to achieve this goal, Fisk has spent a lot of effort. Vanessa is like an unruly beast, difficult to tame, but Fisk finally made Vanessa surrender with his means and wisdom. Now the collar on her neck and the tail under her long skirt are the best witnesses. The collar symbolizes bondage, and the tail is a sign that she cannot completely get rid of the past.

"Ok?"

At this moment, as if Vanessa, who was originally standing near the glass house, moved unusually.

She was lithe, like a ghost cat in the dark night. In an instant, she disappeared without a sound, leaving only a faint trace of light and shadow, as fleeting as a dream bubble. Then, when she appeared again, she had already hugged Fisk's thigh like a ghost.

Her slender and tight thighs were tightly wrapped in black stockings, which glowed with a mysterious luster, like black gems twinkling in the night sky, exuding an alluring charm. Every thread seemed to be telling of endless temptations. Following her perfect leg lines upwards, her round buttocks were covered by a slim-fitting long skirt. The texture of the long skirt was soft and gorgeous, swaying gently with her movements, like a flower blooming in the dark.

She wore a striking black collar around her neck, inlaid with delicate red gems. The gems flickered in the dim light, like the fire of desire burning in the dark. There were also some mysterious runes on the collar, which occasionally flickered, as if emitting some mysterious power, connecting her to some unknown rules. From under her long skirt, a furry tail was faintly revealed. The tail had soft and delicate hair, the color of which was like the finest mink, and it flickered with a soft luster in the dim light. The hair on the tip of the tail was slightly curled, and it swayed gently with her movements, as if she was acting coquettishly to her owner.

She hugged Fisk's thighs tightly and called out coquettishly, "Master!" The voice was like the melodious singing of a nightingale, with a kind of charming softness, echoing in the car, making the originally cold and depressing space seem to be stained with a different color. She raised her head and looked at Fisk with her eyes like deep lake water, full of dependence and flattery, and her lips pouted slightly, showing an attractive arc, as if waiting for the master's reward.

Fisk looked down at Vanessa, who was hugging his thigh tightly, with a complex look in his eyes, showing the pride of being in control of everything, and also being slightly moved by her charming posture. He slowly stretched out his hand, which was large and powerful, with slender fingers, and an irresistible majesty. He gently touched Vanessa's head, and the action was like comforting a docile pet. Vanessa felt the warmth from the top of her head, closed her eyes slightly, and showed a satisfied expression on her face, as if just this simple action of the master could make her forget all the pain and anxiety.

Then, Fisk's hand went down and grabbed the chain that locked the collar. The chain made a slight metallic friction sound in his hand, as if telling Vanessa's fate of being bound. He pulled it slightly, and Vanessa stood up obediently and followed his steps. Fisk led her to the side of the glass room, and every step he took was steady and firm, as if declaring his absolute control over this space.

When they arrived in front of the glass house, Zhao Helen looked at the scene with a smile. There was a hint of playfulness and mockery in her eyes, as if she was enjoying a wonderful performance. She raised her chin slightly, and her graceful neck line looked even more charming under the light. There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, which seemed to be both disdainful of Vanessa's surrender and appreciation of Fisk's methods.

"Wake her up!" Fisk's voice was low and majestic, echoing in the slightly dim carriage. His tone was unquestionable, as if every word he said was an order that could not be disobeyed.

"Now?" Zhao Helen frowned slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes. She looked up at Fisk, still holding the complicated instrument in her hand, and seemed a little surprised by this sudden decision.

"Of course!" Fisk emphasized, his eyes fixed on the sleeping Mystique in the glass room, his eyes revealing an eagerness and expectation. He approached the glass room with steady steps, each step carrying a confidence of being in control of the overall situation. He stood in front of the glass room, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes never moving away from Mystique, as if he was examining a precious treasure that was about to be awakened.

Fisk looked at the sleeping Mystique and said slowly, "I don't trust that doctor, but he has to exist. This is a troublesome problem." He frowned, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. "His greedy and stupid appearance will ruin our plans sooner or later. So we have to replace him quietly..." Fisk paused, turned to look at Zhao Helen, with a questioning look in his eyes, "I hope she can do this job. What do you think?"

Zhao Hailun shrugged indifferently, her action was carefree and carefree. "If she can really change her memory," Zhao Hailun snorted, with a hint of doubt in her eyes, "then, what identity are you going to use to make her obey your orders? Can you become a cute and obedient puppy like her?" Zhao Hailun said, with a playful smile, and stretched out his hand to Vanessa, the action was like he was going to touch a real pet. Her fingers were long and slender, and they were faintly shiny in the dim light.

However, Vanessa seemed to be greatly offended. She dodged Zhao Hailun's hand. A trace of anger flashed in her eyes, and her eyes were like burning flames, staring at Zhao Hailun fiercely. She stuck closely to Fisk, like a beast guarding its food, guarding its position beside its master, and a low roar came out of her throat, as if warning Zhao Hailun not to attempt to invade her territory.

Fisk frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with the little episode between the two, but his attention soon returned to Mystique. After pondering for a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile, "Well, how is father?"

Chapter 259 Large Group!

"Father?" Raven, also known as Mystique, slowly walked out of the glass house. Each of her steps was a little slow, as if her legs were bound by invisible shackles, and her eyes were filled with confusion. She looked at Fisk standing in front of her, her heart filled with melancholy and confusion, a struggle deep in her soul, as if there were two voices arguing fiercely in her heart.

Her real age is older than Fisk. You know, Raven was already active on the battlefield during World War II. Years have left countless traces in her life. Those cruel wars, complex situations, and experiences dealing with various enemies have forged her tough and complex character. She has witnessed the changes in the world and has experienced countless tests of life and death.

Under Vanessa's nightmare hypnosis and memory rewriting, all of this is not a problem. The technology that Vanessa mastered can be called a terrifying means of mental control. It is more advanced and safer than the brainwashing technology mastered by Hydra. Although Hydra's brainwashing technology can also manipulate people's thoughts, it often leaves some subtle flaws. The brainwashed may recover some memories under certain special circumstances. But Vanessa's method is completely different. She directly deletes all the extra memories, just like using an extremely sharp scalpel to accurately remove some "pathological tissues" in the brain. There is no trace of the deleted memories, and there is almost no possibility of getting them back, just like the handwriting erased by an eraser, which can no longer be found on the paper.

However, although Vanessa can delete her memories, she cannot delete some muscle instincts. The muscles of the human body seem to have their own memories, and they will remember those strong emotions and profound experiences. Therefore, although in her memory, Raven is Fisk's daughter, she still feels a little confused and uneasy, and even a little scared. This feeling entangles her like a ghost, making her unable to calm down when facing Fisk.

This is because when Fisk and Riven first met, they left some bad impressions on each other.

Fisk looked at Riven who walked timidly towards him, and a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That smile was like sunlight penetrating through the clouds, bringing warmth and kindness that made people want to get closer involuntarily.

"You finally woke up, my dear daughter. You slept for such a long time!" Fisk said, opening his arms and hugging Raven tightly. His embrace was tight and powerful, as if he wanted to merge Raven into his body and give her endless protection. As his strong masculine scent continued to flow into Raven's nostrils, a feeling she had never had before slowly began to ripple in her heart. It was a wonderful feeling mixed with peace of mind, dependence and strange feelings, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Raven was originally a blue "monster". Her unique blue skin and strange appearance made her incompatible with the world around her since she was born. When she was still a baby, people around her were filled with fear and disgust when they saw her for the first time. Although she had a myriad of abilities, she did not have such abilities when she was born, which led to her being considered the daughter of the devil. Everyone who saw her avoided her. Those malicious eyes and vicious words were like sharp knives, ruthlessly stabbing her young and fragile heart.

Growing up, she suffered discrimination. Children threw stones at her, adults pointed at her, she had no friends, no playmates, only endless loneliness and pain. She had cried in the corner countless times, not understanding why she was so different and why the world was so cruel to her. Until one day, she was pleasantly surprised to find that she had mastered the ability to change, and thought she could change her destiny and integrate into this world. However, it was too late. The trauma of childhood had been deeply imprinted in her soul. The memories of discrimination and isolation could not be erased, and she completely lost the opportunity to enjoy her warm home and carefree childhood.

And now, in Fisk's embrace, the warmth that she had been missing for a long time seemed to have returned to her. Her body trembled slightly, and her eyes flashed with complex lights, with emotion, confusion, and greed for this kind of warmth. She unconsciously raised her hands slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally gently placed them on Fisk's back, feeling his body temperature and strength. At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten all the pain in the past, immersed in this warm embrace that she had never experienced before.

Vanessa, who was standing aside, had a smug look on her face, her smile like a cunning cat, her eyes gleaming with victory. She looked at everything in front of her, as if she was a chess player in control of the overall situation, and Riven was just a chess piece in her hand.

Zhao Hailun, however, has been staring at the machine. Her focused expression is like that of a craftsman carving a treasure. She has been searching for brain waves from Raven, with beads of sweat on her forehead and her eyes fixed on the fluctuating lines on the screen. She is trying to discover something, which is a scientist's instinctive desire to explore. In her eyes, every tiny peak and every subtle fluctuation may be the key clue to solving the mystery of Raven's rewritten memory. Her fingers jump quickly on the operation panel, adjusting various parameters, hoping to fish out valuable information from this complex ocean of data.

In another dark corner of the city, Cobra Commander Medical Officer was planning alone. He seemed to surrender to Fisk submissively, but in fact he had ulterior motives. His eyes hidden behind the mask flashed with a sinister light. In fact, he did not really want to surrender to Fisk, but surrendered to Fisk just to delay time. His plan was like a fog, quietly spreading in the darkness.

In fact, the reason why they turned against Hydra, in addition to Ophelia's relentless pressure, was more importantly because they had a mutant in their hands. This mutant possessed extremely powerful abilities and was called Swarm.

Da Qun, this name is not well known by many people in the mutant world.

But he was like the nuclear bomb that didn't explode over Hiroshima.

Once it explodes, his name will resound throughout the world, even the entire universe.

His abilities are beyond the imagination of ordinary people. His mind is like a huge universe, containing countless personalities and powers. Each personality has a unique mutant ability, some can control fire, some can teleport, and some can even distort reality. This combination of multiple abilities makes him an extremely dangerous existence.

Cobra Commander Medical Officer knows the value of a large group. He is like a double-edged sword, which can be a weapon to conquer the world or a disaster to destroy everything. He carefully guards this secret and uses Fisk's trust to buy time for himself.

He knew that once the swarm was completely under his control, he would have the capital to challenge the world. By then, both Hydra and Fisk would become ants under his feet.

Ophelia, a key figure in Hydra, was still kept in the dark. She thought that the Cobra Commander Medical Officer was just a temporary betrayal, but she didn't know that there was such a huge conspiracy behind him.

She was still pushing forward Hydra's actions according to her own plan, but she didn't know that a bigger storm was brewing. At the center of this storm was the mysterious group of mutants controlled by Cobra Commander Medical Officer.

The commander of Cobra, the medical officer, went deep underground, where there was a mixture of oldness and decay. Once upon a time, this was a silver mine in Mexico. Years had left deep marks on the walls of the mine, and the marks left by the mining tools seemed like scars of history. Later, this place was transformed into an experimental center. Cold metal instruments and messy wires replaced the mining equipment. Some experimental data and unknown symbols remained on the walls, telling of the crazy experiments that had been conducted here. Later, it was specially renovated and transformed into an underground mental hospital. The originally rough mine tunnel was built with flat bricks and stones. Every few meters there was a dim light, barely illuminating the way forward, but the light made the surrounding shadows even more gloomy.

To put it bluntly, Daqun is a schizophrenic, but he possesses extremely powerful power. His spiritual world is like a broken universe, with countless personalities colliding and struggling in it. Each personality is like an independent planet, with its own operating rules and special abilities, which are intertwined and conflicting with each other. The medical officer had tried to use some coercive means before, and those moments were like nightmares. When he tried to control Daqun with force and tough restraints, the power within Daqun erupted like a surging tsunami. Various strange energies intertwined, and everything around was ruthlessly crushed in the flash of light. The medical officer saw with his own eyes that his men were torn to pieces alive in an instant, limbs flying, blood splattered all over the walls, and the shrill screams seemed to still echo in the mine tunnel, becoming a permanent warning in his heart.

To this end, he has developed a special drug after countless studies and experiments. This drug is like a delicate key that can temporarily suppress the violent state of schizophrenia in the masses. Under the effect of the drug, the surging personalities of the masses seem to be calmer, like a beast being appeased.

Then, the medical officer carefully built this mental hospital deep underground. Each room here has been specially designed, and the walls are made of high-strength alloys that can withstand huge impacts. The room is equipped with the most advanced mental treatment equipment. Those instruments that flicker with faint light seem to be a beacon of hope, trying to penetrate the dark and chaotic mental world of the masses.

In this mental hospital, the medical officer is the only attending physician and director. Every day, he carries a complex mood, wavering between hope and fear, and treats a large number of people.

"Sir, are we going to start?"

"Of course, let's get started now!"

I just got here and reported to him when I had something to do.

The large group has been moved to the treatment room.

Of course he walked in by himself.

Because he really thought these people were treating his schizophrenia.

This is a young man with golden hair.

He looks to be in his early twenties at most and is quite handsome.

But he looked very tired.

It's like I haven't slept for a long time.

The lights in the treatment room were dim, and various instruments made faint buzzing sounds, like uneasy whispers.

The medical officer was about to give Daqun an injection, but an accident happened without warning. Daqun's eyes suddenly became frantic, and it seemed as if countless demons were roaring in his deep and complex eyes. His body began to tremble violently, his muscles twisted like a python, and his bones made a creepy creaking sound.

In an instant, the group lost control and turned into a huge rock monster. His body expanded rapidly, and the hard rock broke out from under his skin, like a ferocious beast breaking out of the ground. The surface of those rocks was covered with sharp edges, and each one looked like the sickle of the god of death. His limbs became extremely strong, and every time he swung his limbs, there was a whistling sound, and he smashed everything around him.

In this small room, the doctors were in a desperate situation. They screamed in fear and tried to escape, but the monster-like horde did not give them any chance. His huge palm pressed down like a small mountain, instantly smashing a doctor into a meat pie. Blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the walls and the ground red, and broken internal organs and bone fragments flew everywhere. Another doctor tried to rush to the door, but was swept by the horde's rock-like tail. His body was blown away like a fragile kite and hit hard against the alloy wall. The whole person was embedded in the wall, and his body was twisted into an incredible angle. Blood gushed out of his mouth, nose and ears.

Daqun waved his arms, and the blade-like rock edges easily cut the doctors' bodies. One doctor's body was cut in half, and his upper body crawled on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood. Blood and broken pieces of flesh kept pouring out of his mouth, and his eyes were full of despair and fear. Other doctors were caught in Daqun's hands, crushing them like a fragile toy. The sound of broken bones could be clearly heard in the room, accompanied by shrill screams, and blood flowed from Daqun's fingers.

The entire room was destroyed by the horde's rampage. The expensive mental treatment equipment was smashed to pieces, and parts and broken glass were scattered all over the floor. The flickering lights flickered in the violent shaking, as if trembling with the massacre. Huge cracks appeared on the walls, and the alloy was deformed by the horde's powerful force. It seemed that the whole world was collapsing under this violent force.

But fortunately, this situation did not last too long. As the effect of the drug gradually took effect, the huge rock body of the group began to shrink slowly, and the madness in his eyes gradually faded.

The medical officer hid in the corner, his face as pale as paper, his body trembling with fear, but a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

He knew that he survived, but it also made him more aware that treating large groups of people would require more time, more patience, and more complete plans.

Time is what he lacks most now.

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Chapter 260: Thanksgiving has passed, where does Halloween come from?

During that long and tormenting night, the medical officer was like a lonely traveler groping in the dark, busy shuttling around in the laboratory. The light stretched his tired figure long, casting it on the cold wall, as if he was a ghost shrouded in fatigue and pressure. The dripping sound from various instruments was particularly harsh in the silent night. It was a signal of the constantly changing experimental data and also a catalyst for his nervous nerves. Countless operations, records, and analyses, every step was devoted to his full energy, but the results were still unsatisfactory.

As the simulated dawn light filtered through the window, the medical officer finally completed this round of experiments.

He dragged his legs, which felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and slowly got on the elevator. The elevator door slowly closed, and in the narrow space, there was only him and the lingering smell of failure. His eyes were empty and blank, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body, leaving only a corpse-like body.

Just like the previous experiment on the large group, he failed again this time. Every failure was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart fiercely, and it was a deep sense of powerlessness. Once, he thought he was only one step away from success, but this step seemed to be separated by a chasm, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not cross it.

But what was different from before was that when he was conducting experiments before, he could constantly recruit people to do research. In his eyes, those people were just tools to achieve his goals, and pawns that could be sacrificed at will. Even if they died in the experiment, it didn't matter to him. In his heart, he only had a fanatical pursuit of the success of the experiment, and had no mercy on life.

But now, the situation has changed dramatically. Every breath of air seemed to become heavy, pressing him to the point of suffocation. He had fewer and fewer people available, just like sand in his hand, no matter how hard he tried to hold it tightly, it kept leaking away. This lack of resources made him feel unprecedented panic, a fear that went deep into his bones, like countless hands reaching out from the darkness, tightly grasping his soul. The reason was also very simple, Mexico was no longer his territory.