MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 497 Biochemical human riots

Hundreds of biochemical humans rushed into the operating room, and suddenly, they were stunned like sculptures, their eyes full of astonished expression, staring blankly at the Albert Tower above the operating table.

At this time, it was difficult to tell that Alberta was a human body. Almost every inch of the body ’s muscles were cut off, and the abdomen was dissected. The internal organs were scattered in some utensils, and a few wore them. The scientists in the masks are packing up some organs, and the whole table is soaked with blood, which is extremely scary ...

"Alberta!"

The black man with his long arm dangling to his calf looked at Alberta lying on the operating table in horror, thinking in his mouth, his body shuddering and backing, as if it was occupied by a boundless fear.

A heavy and depressing atmosphere permeated the operating room. Several scientists seemed to have no feeling at all, and they still cleaned up some human organs in an orderly manner, and carefully checked with instruments ...

"Alberta ..."

Amazingly, the black man ran to the operating table like lightning, holding Alberta's **** and broken body in his hands, and hysterically shouted.

"What are you doing with Elberta? What's wrong?" The protruding eyes of the black man seemed to spew angry flames, and looked at the scientists in disgust.

"Tuck, drop him, Elberta is dead, dead! Understand?" A scientist scowled harshly.

"Why not save him? Why?" The black man hugged Alberta and refused to let go. Among the biochemical genes, Alberta grew up with him and lived together. They were like twins. The only difference is that Alberta is more perfect, and Alberta knows more about respecting them, so Alberta is unparalleled in this underground base.

"Most of his internal organs have been destroyed, and we can't help it!" A scientist said as he tried to hold the corpse on the operating table. Now, although the anatomical work of the corpse has been completed, some muscle pathological work is still needed. In addition, some internal organs must be preserved as specimens. After all, this is the most successful body of a biochemical human in history, and its value is unlimited.

"No, no! This is the Institute of Biochemical Genetics, where human organs can be transplanted, I know, it's possible!" The black man held back the body repeatedly.

"Tuck, listen to me, we don't have such advanced medical technology," the scientist went further.

"No! No! You lie to me, I know, as long as you don't have a head injury, you can resurrect Elberta ..." The black man kept back.

"..."

Several scientists glanced at each other, and there was a silence. Indeed, if they want to rescue Alberta, it is not impossible. This institute is good at organ transplantation technology, and the organs can be cloned.

"Why?" The black man stared at the scientists tightly.

"Well, Tucker, let me tell you, Alberta has completed his mission. Although we can save him, he is now worth more than he lives, and the cost of saving him It's too expensive and the amount of money needed is huge ... "

"No! No! You, you, Elberta made tens of millions of dollars for the institute, you can't do this to him!"

"Tuck, drop Albert, we need him to get some pathological data!"

"No! I beg you, save him, I can make money for the laboratory, we can do it!" The black man looked at the scientists with a helpless look, and some of the biochemical people around him nodded. It seems that they all agree with black people.

"Tuck, it's late. The director is coming. You still put Elberta's body on the operating table ..."

"Tuck, what are you doing?"

When some scientists bitterly persuaded the black man, a stern voice sounded at the door. It was a white middle-aged man who returned. He was the director of this institute. He poured his life building into the ground His sole purpose is to gain the support of the American political axe and gain social recognition.

"Director, I ..." The black man seemed a little afraid of this man, the muscles on his violent face kept twitching, the tall body stepped back a few steps, and leaned on the **** operating table.

"Let down Alberta!" The middle-aged man yelled again.

"No ..." Although the black man was afraid, his expression was extremely firm.

"Let down Albert Tower!"

"No! Unless you rescue Elberta ..."

"Oh!"

A deafening gunshot sounded, and a middle-aged man was holding a pistol in his hand.

"what……"

There was a sudden pause in time. The black man actually waited for a few seconds before making a scream. He looked dullly at his chest, and a bullet hole in his chest was flowing out of the mooring blood.

Time and space are at a standstill, and all biochemical people are looking at the bleeding bullet hole in the black chest with an unbelievable look.

"Why?" The black man looked at the middle-aged man with a sad expression.

"Huh!" The middle-aged man seemed to disdain to answer the black man's question, strode over to the desk next to the operating table, where there is some information, of course, he didn't have to worry about biochemical genes, at this underground base, he It is the master, not to mention, after hearing the gunfire, four guards with live ammunition have rushed over, and he does not need to care about the next thing.

"Drop the corpse!"

Sure enough, just as the middle-aged man walked to his desk, several guards had rushed over and ordered his pistol at the black man.

Amazingly, the air became tense. There was a feeling of tension. The guard was not a scientist. In order to establish absolute dominance in this underground base, the guard can shoot and kill biochemical humans without being punished by the law. This base is just a joke.

"No!" The black man, despite his fear, resolutely refused to put Alberta's body on the cold operating table.

"Hmm!" The guard warned to fire a shot, and the bullet hit Alberta's body.

"what……"

"Peng!"

With a scream, the black man suddenly knelt on the ground, his eyes widening, because the guards shot Alberta's head, and his brain flowed out.

This shot has completely destroyed the possibility of resurrecting Elberta!

"You killed him!"

"You killed him!"

The black man slowly put down Alberta in his hand and slowly raised his head. His eyes were reddish, as if two flames were burning, which was extremely terrifying.

The black man stood up, his chest was bleeding with blood, and his face was full of embarrassment. He forced the four guards step by step, a violent atmosphere was burning in the air, and around the eyes of more than two hundred biochemical humans were all around. He stared at the four guards.

A killer spread in the air, it was frightening, the four guards seemed to feel the crazy killing intention, and nervously tightened the pistol back step by step ...

"You want to rebel ?!"

The middle-aged man with the data in his hand strode to the black people and scolded him. He seemed to have felt hundreds of biochemical human beings, this was never the case. Now, he must suppress this killing * *.

In this underground base, the number of biochemical humans occupies an absolute advantage. In order to cultivate biochemical humans to adapt to and get along with humans, there is no restriction on the activities of biochemical humans. For more than a decade, they have been in peace, and, It is true that biochemical humans have been integrated into the human life of the Institute of Life Code, and many of them are proud to be members of the Institute of Life Code.

But now everything has changed, and everything stems from the accidental death of Alberta.

In fact, Elberta is just a primer. Although there are no restrictions on biochemical humans in the base, biochemical humans are always experimental products in the eyes of guards and scientists, and they are unqualified. Experimental products. In the face of these unqualified experimental products, human beings will more or less show a supreme authority and tone, and the experience that has been brewing for a long time erupted due to the death of Alberta ...

Amazing!

The black man ’s arms that dangled to his calf were as straight as lightning, his hands were tightly stuck to his long neck like iron tongs, and his sturdy body was lifted off the ground.

"What are you doing ... ah ... guard ..."

His blue eyes were raised, and he felt it was difficult for him to breathe, and life was flowing from his thick arms and fingers.

"Click!"

"Click!

...

A sound of guns loading.

"Release the director, immediately, otherwise, we are going to shoot!"

Frightened, several guards raised their weapons.

"Click!"

The director heard a crisp sound of broken bones. The sound seemed distant, but extremely clear. The director felt a sharp pain in his neck.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

...

At the last moment of life passing, the director felt his body flying up towards several guards, and then he saw the fire from the firearm and heard the dense gunfire ...

As soon as the director's body fell to the ground, he saw hundreds of densely packed biochemical humans pounced on several guards. He also saw that several scientists were torn, blood splattered, and his limbs were flying in the air, as if he entered Hell on earth.

Scream!

Shout!

Gunfire!

Running sound!

...

The underground base of the Life Code Institute is like a pot of porridge boiling, the alarm sounds extremely harsh under the ground, and the sound of items falling to the ground can be heard from time to time.

"laugh!"

Thinking of a subtle voice, suddenly, the entire underground base was plunged into darkness ...

(To be continued)