The Isle of Wight is a diamond-shaped island in the south of the United Kingdom, near the northern shore of the English Channel, with a mild climate and one of the sunniest areas in the British Isles. The island's geology and geomorphology are diverse, with the main mountain range being a chalk hill stretching from the Culver Cliffs in the east to the Nieders in the west, the thickest chalk formation in the British Isles.

The underground of Carisbrook Castle on the island.

Many researchers and medical personnel in white coats weave through a huge underground facility made of steel, where there is a vast dungeon, which is almost full of almost insane "prisoners", more "monsters" than human.

In one of the cells, numbered 44, a little boy wearing a beret was newly imprisoned, and when the little boy first came to the dungeon, he was like a frightened bird, frightened by the blood-stained execution table, gallows, operating table, and all kinds of horrors such as howls and wails along the way, so he did not say a word.

In the years before the little boy came to this dungeon, people in these cells were constantly being taken out by guys in white coats who resembled doctors, and then they were brought back, and these prison inmates who were brought back would normally begin to convulse, and then go crazy, and the already crazy ones would become even more insane, constantly attacking the doors and dilapidated walls made of fine iron, and even killing and mutilating each other, and the terrifying cries of "babbling" continued to echo, making the whole dungeon day and night unrestful, of course, Many of those who were taken out never returned.

Failed test subjects will either die in the experiment because they can't bear it and die with all kinds of frightening and tragic scenes, and those who survive but go crazy are left to fend for themselves, and only those who survive and are controlled are of use.

Today's little boy overcame his fear, picked up a small pebble, turned his back to the cell door, squatted in the corner of the cell, and painted many pictures on the peeling mud wall, there was a sun, there was a river, there were many trees, there was a big castle in the sun, outside the castle there was a man, a woman and two children, the little girl wore two ponytails, running and playing happily in the sun, or went up the tree to dig birds' nests, and went down to the river to catch shrimp, and the little boy who seemed to be the little girl's brother was quietly watching the little girl's nonsense, There were smiles all over his face.

This is the dream of a young boy named George, who will buy a big castle like the Bedwell family when he earns enough money, and then live a carefree life with his sister, eating whatever fruits and snacks he wants, playing with any toy puppets he wants, and buying any beautiful clothes he wants...

The stone suddenly stopped on the dilapidated and peeling wall, and the little boy's shoulders trembled slightly, and he began to sobb softly, he could no longer draw, he had not eaten for several days, and he did not know if he would leave the dungeon alive.

"Sister..." The little boy's cry was akin to a whimper.

With a bang, the door of the cell opened, and several adults in white coats and covered with lab clothes walked in, and took the little boy out to a huge room full of modern equipment, which was very different from the dilapidated medieval dungeons.

A middle-aged man holding a thirteen small crystal scepters standing in the center of the room was none other than Marcus, the current patriarch of the Bedwell family.

Holding a scepter of power in his left hand and a Cuban cigar of the highest quality tobacco in his right hand, Marcus looked at the front of the chamber, and at the top of it was a painting of the ancestor of the family, a one-armed man with a slight side, one of King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table, Bedwell.

"I will revive the Bedivere family, I will bring Britain back to the empire on which the sun never sets." Marcus smiled ambitiously, believing that only by wielding Xuanhe's authority and possessing monstrous power could he live up to his father's name of "Marcus", which means a belligerent and eloquent man.

"Right, my father?" Marcus looked down at a ragged, dying "creature" that seemed to be stained because it hadn't been cleaned in years.

This human-like "creature" has a dull eye, except for two horns on its head, its upper body is no different from a human, and its lower body is the same as that of a deer, and a pair of goat's hooves, which are trapped by heavy iron chains, and the pipa bones are pierced by two of the thickest iron chains, as if the blood on its body has been drained, so it is skinny and bone-like.

If Lucy saw this "creature", she would be able to tell at a glance that it was an apostle whose depravity had not yet been completed, and at the same time, she would be able to recognize it as her grandfather, the previous patriarch of the Bedwell family.

It is precisely because of some unknown reason that the process of degradation has not yet been completed, so it will be seen by humans, and it will be used by his own son, using his blood research to make "enhanced serum", creating batches of "super soldiers", and the "madmen" who were and are locked up in the dungeon before and now are all victims of live experiments.

The hall is also home to many prominent figures, including gang leaders, arms magnates, and high-ranking government officials from all over the world, and it is extremely rare that these people can coexist in such a "peaceful" room.

They have only one purpose in mind - to buy the improved "enhanced serum" developed by Marcus's team, which is said to turn people into supermen and soldiers into supersoldiers, with infinite strength, can shred cars with bare hands, is agile, can rival bullets, and doesn't even need to sleep.

"There is such a powerful thing?" A burly man with a vodka-scented face, covered in steely stubble and shocking scars, asked a mafia boss from Russia, and the other gang leaders from around him from around the world with the same confusion on their faces.

“Of course, I've seen it with my own eyes, but the previous batches of serum are not perfect, which will make people crazy and uncontrolled. I don't know if this time he can improve this defect (of course, I've seen it with my own eyes, but the previous batches of serum were not perfect, it would be maddening and uncontrollable, I don't know if this one has perfected this defect)." Said a person wearing a suit and tie who appeared to be from the French government.

Another young arms tycoon from the United States nodded, agreeing with the French government figure next to him, "To be honest, I was scared when I saw it."

Marcus took two steps forward and said, "You guys, I'm going to show you the latest reagents."

Two researchers in white coats walked up with a little boy with a beret on his head, but he had fallen off on his way to the room.

George's heart was filled with fear of the unknown, tears had fallen on his immature face, and his tone was full of pleading, "What are you going to do?" Let me go, please let me go? Spare me, please let me go)..."

George looked at his master, Marcus, hoping that he could save him.

Marcus looked cold, completely ignoring George, once he was going to succeed, which successful person did not have some dark and terrifying secrets behind him, and it didn't matter if he sacrificed anything for his own ambition. He lit a Cuban cigar, took a deep sip, and waited for the show to begin, while the rest of the crowd laughed and looked expectant, not thinking that there was anything wrong with experimenting on living people, and that among the many crimes they had done were more cruel than demons.

There are many bad guys in the world who do not deserve to be called human, who do outrageous things, who are demons themselves, even more terrifying than demons.

The word "human" is just a stroke, and although it is easy to write, many beasts cannot do it.

Although George was only thirteen or fourteen years old, his physique was already about the same as that of an ordinary adult, so he took advantage of the fact that one of the two scientific researchers around him was not paying attention, and actually broke free from the arms of the two of them, out of control, and he ran towards the exit with all his might, but was tripped directly by a scepter and fell to the ground.

George still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, so he grabbed Marcus's trouser leg firmly and begged, "Master, please be merciful and let me go. I can't leave my sister to live alone."

Marcus looked down at George's immature face with a majestic face, kicked it away, and laughed to himself, "kindness? I've also had, but I've experienced all kinds of conspiracy calculations and countless life and death events. For example,··· Forget it, these things are old memories. For the rise of the family, everything is worth it. I've had this kind of thing before, but I've experienced all kinds of conspiracies and calculations over the years and countless life-and-death turmoil hanging by a thread, such as... Forget it, it's all old. Everything is worth it for the rise of the family)."

George was put on an iron plate similar to an operating table by the two previous researchers, his neck, wrists, and ankles were put on a strong black belt, and then he was injected with a tube of light blue serum, and his body slowly began to mutate.

Everyone stared intently at George, watching the changes in the little boy's body, and as a few minutes passed, sheep's horns slowly grew on his head, his head slowly changed, and his legs slowly became thicker and stronger, similar to the lower body of a deer...

Everyone looked at the "monster" that had been created on the restraint bed, and they all showed expressions of admiration.

Marcus asked his men to turn on the optical projection equipment, and continued to show everyone the power of the "super soldiers", the "monsters" in the experiment were fast enough to dodge bullets, strong enough to shred steel with their bare hands, and hard enough to crash through a concrete wall unscathed...

The gang leaders, arms magnates, and high-ranking government officials in the room all showed their hearts, whispering and bowing slightly.

They all contributed to this experimental base, some provided huge sums of money, some provided various arms and modern base defense equipment, and some provided a large number of death row prisoners from prisons for experiments.

"We have stepped into the realm of God, and the world will be reshuffled!" Marcus took a big sip of the cigar in his mouth, with a triumphant look, his eyes were full of madness, he knew that he would receive a large order from everyone in the room and various groups and gangs around the world, this "enhanced serum" would be used in large quantities, and then a war of varying scales would break out, and the world pattern would soon change dramatically, and all this was exactly what he expected, and he still didn't tell these idiots, he also injected the "enhanced serum", And it is the most powerful "mother serum", and in the end, these "super soldiers" will obey their orders.

What's more, in Parkhurst, the UK's most heavily guarded prison on the outskirts of Newport on the Isle of Wight, almost all the prisoners have been successfully converted and are now entering a kind of "sleep" that is no different from normal people, those prisoners are only living as human beings for the time being, and even the prison guards and psychiatrists who get along with them day and night are unlikely to find the abnormalities in the prisoners' bodies and subconscious, and all the "super soldiers" are only left to Marcus to "wake up".

Everything is ready, and the east wind is ready.

Marcus smiled wickedly and thought to himself, "I will dominate the world!" ”

"Come on, my partners, you can buy serum, or you can buy these super soldiers directly." Marcus opened his arms and seemed to open his arms to everyone to conquer the world together, "Would you like a drink, gentlemen?" ”

The powerful people in the room no longer hesitated, began to place orders, and began to negotiate cooperation.

On the restraint bed, the poor little boy who was turned into a "monster" but didn't go crazy cried bitterly...