It was a terrible day.

Inuyama Kazuma, who was sitting in the corner, tightly shrunk his body into the gap between the medicine cabinet and the wall, although this gap was so small that even underage children could barely accommodate him, but under the strong desire to survive, Inuyama Kazuma still entered this narrow corner that made him almost breathless.

Yes, the desire to survive.

Having been timid and fearful since he was a child, he did not choose the Inuyama family's usual industry, but with his own 'perseverance', he was admitted to the University of Tokyo, and eventually became an excellent researcher and entered the Iwarunu Research Institute to continue his studies.

After all, doing the custom industry inevitably involves some beatings, killings, kidnapping and extortion, which is also very profitable and risky.

Being a researcher is not well paid, but the privileges that come with a level of secrecy far outweigh the money, and there is no danger at the same time as the status is high.

At least, that's what he thought before today.

"Ahh

A terrible scream sounded in the open area dozens of meters away, making him tremble.

However, he didn't go out to see what was going on, but tried harder to shrink himself into a corner, trying not to fall into the same fate.

Because of the same thing, he had already witnessed five or six of them ten minutes ago.

Specimens that were supposed to have lost all activity and were immersed in formalin's solution suddenly woke up by something and quickly broke the container containing them.

This is a phenomenon that is almost impossible to explain with the existing findings and research conclusions, even the awakening of low-level hybrids by high-ranking dragons.

Because these samples are really dead.

The spinal nerves and nerve centers have basically lost their activity, and the only thing that can be called active is the simple reflex that remains in the muscle layer of the local limb, which can be compared to the scratching reflex of a decapitated frog.

No matter how careful the Institute's security measures were, it was impossible to imagine that these research specimens, judged to be [completely dead, only of anatomical value], would suddenly wake up after months of use. From a scientific point of view, it is impossible for musculoskeletal aggregates that can only twitch to stand up.

But when they do stand up, the glass containers used for storage are naturally not able to resist.

Even some of the specimens were lying on the test bench, their bodies half-cut and being sampled for sectioning, and they didn't mind getting up and attacking quickly.

Of course, the most important thing for researchers is to be calm, so as soon as the situation broke out, someone began to notify the upper echelons and took out spare weapons to defend against the attack.

Unfortunately, the entire communication system was being interfered with by some unknown force, and the awakening of Deadpool as a whole unsurprisingly triggered the highest level of alert in the Institute's plan.

The electronic gates separated by each lab are triple locked according to a preset program, and are thick enough to easily resist several RPG frontal bombardments. Alarms are also relayed to the building's decision-makers through facilities that are independent of the communication system.

Under this supreme alert situation, even the most senior researchers have no right to swipe their cards to leave here.

As a result, the researchers, who called heaven and earth to be ineffective, could only desperately put up useless resistance with the weapons at hand, and they had nowhere to escape and no ability to fight, and soon the scene turned into a massacre.

Kazuma Inuyama was not surprised by this, as the premise of the highest level of security was that 'unauthorized outsiders entered the floor.' Or the research content of the ξ layer is about to be leaked for some reason'.

In the first case, the invading enemy must have a force that can compete with the entire Snake Eight Family Headquarters, so it is necessary to activate the final closure measures. Although it may not be possible to trap the enemy, the mandatory quarantine under the highest alert cannot be lifted electronically, and even if the enemy can break it by brute force, it can buy the headquarters a lot of reaction time.

The second case is even more serious than the first.

The ordinary members of the Eight Families of Snake Qi did not know, and even the rest of the colleagues of the Rock Flow Research Institute did not know, and only those who worked on the ξ layer understood how many secrets this layer contained, and how beyond imagination the research of this layer was......

Both technically and ethically.

They study the characteristics of hybrids, not just ordinary hybrids:

Humans contaminated with dragon's blood, hybrids with unstable bloodlines, creatures contaminated by dragon's blood, the receptivity of hybrids to dragon's blood, the upper limit of purebred humans' tolerance of dragon's blood, and the possibility of hybrids evolving through serum purified by dragon's blood......

They never cared about morality and ethics, and with the incomprehensible acquiescence and hints of the upper echelons, they had access to all the research materials they wanted, even if it was a newborn baby, and there were hundreds of people ranging in age from an hour to half a year, from Kanto to Kansai, from Asian-mixed to multiracial, they were up to them.

And those various ghosts that were captured by the law enforcement team of the family are excellent research materials.

It doesn't matter if it's alive or dead, and it doesn't matter if the crimes committed by those demons deserve death. Some brain-dead ghosts have been forcibly 'resurrected' into mindless monsters because of research needs, and various possibilities have been attempted.

After all, the ghosts themselves are the product of struggling with the boundaries of bloodline, and the possibilities and research value they bring are also higher.

Not to mention mercy for non-human creatures.

Spiders and snakes are contaminated with dragon blood and hybridized, and the offspring will make anyone want to vomit, but they will enjoy the same thing as long as new discoveries are made in the decipherment of genes.

Thinking about it so much, Inuyama Kazuma didn't want to express repentance at the end of his life - none of these things mattered to him, it was none of his business whether the experimental materials died or not, on the contrary, it was an honor for them to be able to contribute to the cause of the half-breed and the snake eight families as research samples.

Well, he's just just thinking about it.

The rich smell of blood mixed with the pungent smell of formalin represented the looming death.

He doesn't feel that he can stand up to save the world like the hero in the comics, and being able to survive in this cramped corner is already a manifestation of his luck, but unfortunately when the rest of his colleagues are almost eaten up, this little luck has begun to leave him.

After all, no matter how hidden he was, he couldn't hide the temperature and smell on his body.

Having been dissecting and studying Deadpool for many years, he is certainly aware of the characteristics, structure, and weaknesses of various Deadpools, but those familiar weaknesses obviously do not include humans who cannot be detected within a distance of more than ten meters - but the characteristics of the five senses far exceed those of ordinary creatures, which make them have innate heat-like vision.

The still tyrannical roar did not stop, and Inuyama really did not dare to poke his head out, and could only rely on his hearing to judge that there were more than two or more Deadpools ready to move, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, looking for anything that could be torn apart and eaten.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and he couldn't help but hold his breath, quietly waiting for death to come.

The sound of heartbeat was also gradually amplified in the ears, and as the footsteps around him became more and more dense, the smell of blood became more and more intense, and the heartbeat in the ears also kept speeding up with a panicked frequency.

"Boom-"

The solid metal medicine cabinet suddenly pressed against him with a huge force, and the feeling of not coming up in one breath made his eyes darken, and the loud noise interrupted all his speculation and panic, and only a blank space left in his mind at a loss.

A huge amount of air stirred up the turbid air, sending him a breath of oxygen and a disgusting smell that would not go into shock.

Unconsciously, he had been curled up in a curled position to hide in a crouched position, so as to prevent the weight of the metal cabinet from crushing his bones.

As a result, only half of his body is hidden in a hidden place, and his upper body is unfortunately exposed to the ground, exposed to the bloodthirsty Deadpools.

Still can't hide?

Inuyama Kazuma, who suddenly regretted that he had not engaged in the custom business, thought to himself as he cursed the Maruyama Construction Office that boasted that the Rock Flow Research Institute was invulnerable.

The imaginary pain and blood did not come in the first place.

He took one last look ahead in fear of dying, only to be somewhat stunned to find that the impregnable alloy barrier was gone, and the blood and wails splattered in the air.