Standing in front of the door of the prison area, listening to the sound of the announcement, the young man clenched his steely fist slightly:

After the long and brutal torture, he could not even remember his own name. But the man who was his adoptive father still vividly remembered everything he had done to him.

Now, though, is not the time to reminisce.

His brow furrowed, staring at the dozens of security guards slowly closing in on him. The group was surprisingly uniformly dressed, wearing black helmets, red and black bulletproof armor, and holding a modified version of the Tokarev TT-33 pistol.

"Don't shoot, he has our prototype on him, if it breaks, he'll be in trouble!"

An old voice rang out from the back of the crowd, sounding like a military scientist who had just arrived at the institute today.

Hearing the order of their superiors, the guards all put away their guns and then drew their electric batons. The black rod made a dangerous crackling sound while flashing white arcs.

"Don't move!"

"Hands up!"

The guards around him kept shouting clichéd threatening lines. But the boy didn't care at the moment. Because he had seen a familiar figure through the crowd.

Standing at the back of the crowd, the middle-aged blond man with an anxious look on his face was none other than Dr. Kerlov, one of the initiators of the brutal "Reaction to Kill Experiment".

And his identity is that he is an experimental subject of the "Reaction to Killing Experiment". Seven years ago, his first "death" was caused by this person!

So, the things to do are simple.

Originally, he just wanted to break through the blockade and leave, but now, facing the enemy who had tormented him for seven years, he immediately changed his mind and prepared to take revenge on the spot.

The young man, who had not spoken for a long time and had just regained his ability to speak a few minutes ago, raised his right hand and pointed to Dr. Kerlov's face, and said inarticulately:

"Destroying ...... Destroy. ”

Two simple words, if they come out of ordinary people's mouths, I am afraid they can only be regarded as jokes. However, after the boy finished speaking, the dozens of guards who were surrounding him obviously slowed down.

What shocked them was not these two words, but the tone of the teenager.

Even though his voice was still very hoarse, even if his speech was still intermittent, everyone could feel that the boiling anger and crazy hatred in the boy's chest were slowly wafting from his words.

"Report ...... Enmity. ”

While speaking, the boy increased the power of the "individual soldier built-in skeleton prototype" on his body. Then, the sharp pain to the bones instantly flowed through the whole body.

"My God......"

"It can't ......"

The guards around them let out a stunned sound as they began to retreat.

The young man lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the abnormal changes that had occurred in his body:

Several sharp pieces of pale steel pierced through the skin of the arms and sides, and blood trickled down from all over the body. Needless to say, the current self must have become a "blood man".

But even with this level of pain, he didn't react much, just tried to take a step forward.

For him, who had died thousands of times in the "Reaction to Killing Experiment", such pain was still within a tolerable range.

He takes one step, then the second.

Although the muscles in my legs twitched slightly from the pain, my steps were much more steady than usual with the support of the metal braces in my body. And the strength of the body is more than twice as powerful as when he turned on the switch of the killing machine in the body just now.

If it was a small test before, now it is full firepower, and it is not a problem to deal with the group of people in front of you.

Having determined his current strength, the boy strode forward without hesitation, rushing in the direction of Dr. Krlov.

"Stop, don't move!"

The guards continued to make threatening noises, but no one dared to approach the blood-stained killing machine.

It wasn't until the boy had walked close to ten meters that a bold guy finally swung an electric baton and struck from behind and smashed into the back of the boy's head.

Feeling the wind whistling behind him, the boy turned sideways and blocked the blow with his right arm, then kicked the attacker in the abdomen.

"Bang!"

The sound of something shattering rang out from the guard's body, red blood spurting out of the breathing holes under the helmet, and he didn't even have time to scream before he fell to the ground and curled up, never to move again.

Seeing the fate of this man, the other guards retreated in horror again:

One hit kills!

Everyone present could see that this kind of power was completely beyond their reach. Even if you are wearing a protective suit with an alloy insert plate embedded in it, you will be killed instantly under the blow of the opponent!

Seeing that the guards around him were all looking straight, the young man also slowly stopped, and said succinctly: "Get out." ”

Hearing this, the dozens of guards who were still aggressive just now scattered as if they had been granted amnesty, and most of them ran away in an instant.

Only a few of them were still standing in place, trying to draw their guns and shoot, but before they could open the safe, they saw the young man's figure disappear abruptly, turning into an eerie light flashing before his eyes.

At the same time, they also disappeared with their hands holding guns.

"Ahhhh

A terrible howl resounded throughout the institute, and several amputee guards fell to the ground and convulsed, but the boy didn't make up for the final blow. Just continue to stride towards the east side of the yard.

It didn't matter to him whether the guards were dead or not, there was only one person who had to die in this clearing.

Looking at Dr. Krlov, who was fleeing backwards in embarrassment, the boy suddenly accelerated, and rushed to the guy in an instant. Then he stretched out his steely right hand and grabbed the Doctor's neck.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh......" Dr. Krlov writhed in despair as he was lifted with one hand.

The face of the man who had tormented him for seven years was close in front of him, and the young man resisted the urge to kill him at once, and asked word by word:

"Where's Vincent?"

Even though he couldn't remember his own name, he still remembered his adoptive father's name clearly. For thousands of painful nights, he used his feeble fingers to write the name over and over again on the walls of his cell, vowing revenge.

And today, it is the day of revenge!

"I don't know......" Dr. Kerlov coughed as he spoke. But the cough soon turned into a scream, for the blade that protruded from the palm of the boy's left hand had severed his right arm.

"Don't say it...... and I will cut off your other hand. ”

The teenager who spoke more tonight than he had in the whole of last year finally regained his ability to speak, and began to speak fluently.

"Wait...... Wait a minute! Looking at the sharp blade in the boy's left hand, Dr. Kerlov's eyes widened in horror, and he said breathlessly, "I said, I said!" He should be in the main control room! Please, let me go......"

Hearing the doctor's plea for mercy, a sarcastic smile appeared on the boy's face:

I still remember being tied to the test bench and crying and begging this man to stop, but this perverted scientist said, "I'm sorry, it's a job need." He then continued to experiment brutally with himself.

But now, the two have reversed their positions.

The young man raised the blade in his hand and said with difficulty, which suddenly made the doctor's face look like ashes:

"I'm sorry, it's ...... Personal hobbies. ”

Just as he was about to execute the enemy, he suddenly heard the roar of a heavy mechanical engine.