Hiding behind cover, it was only then that Tom could see the patrol clearly.

It's not so much a human being as a deformed monster.

The naked upper body, the skin showed a disgusting gray, although the body was tall, two meters long, but it was very bloated, and the whole head was covered by a rusty iron helmet, and the eyeballs that emerged from the cracks in the iron helmet were also grayish-white.

With its pace, it made a heavy sound with every step it took—no, it was more like a direct auditory signal, evil, cold, and inhuman, and Tom became alert.

The distance of each step is 1 meter, one step per second, although it looks like a dead house that has not been out for ten years and cannot walk, but the speed is not slow, and the muscles on the feet are developed. Judging from my current physical condition, the chances of escaping with my back to it are not high. In addition, the biceps and pectoral muscles are also quite strong, he is a strength guy, and the force he exerts is at least 500KG, and the probability of winning a face-to-face battle is estimated to be less than 60% ......'

With this calculation in mind, Tom pressed his back against the cover, tensing his nerves. Focusing on his ears and counting the pace of the other party in his mind, just when the patrolman was still a little distance away-

Pinch your thumb and forefinger together and put it in your mouth and whistle: "Huh...... Shout! ”

Crisp, shrill whistles rang out all over the long corridor.

“WTF！？”

The Ranger looked around in confusion for a few moments, then fixed his gaze on Tom's cover, clenched his massive one-handed blade like a door, and approached Tom with heavy steps.

The gray-white eyes reflected indifference and ruthlessness, and as he approached the cover, the patrolman suddenly raised his one-handed blade and flashed it.

Boom!!

I saw a cold light flash, and the bunker was directly split in two, and the ground was also broken out of a small crater by the heavy slash.

However, there is nothing inside. The patrolman tilted his head in confusion, a pair of gray eyes, staring straight at a small puddle of black fluid on the ground.

The fluid-like unknown substance does not seem to last long, and disappears shortly after dripping to the ground.

……。

Wait a minute! dripping on the ground!?

The patrolman looked up abruptly, only to meet a pair of indifferent eyes with black whites and golden pupils.

The owner of the sight let go of the hand that was buckled into the ceiling, and when he fell, his body suddenly swirled, and the sharp battle axe in his hand slashed at the patrol man's neck!!

A skull flew out, and the patrolman's headless body stumbled forward and staggered a few steps, blood pressure causing its blood to spurt to the ceiling.

"Woo! Ahem......"

After landing. Tom's arm seemed to be stimulated by something, and the pain suddenly erupted, making him feel like he was half-kneeling on the ground.

Bang - and just then, the patrolman's body collapsed.

Before the pain could last, Tom's expression became stunned, and he saw that some blood-red baseball-sized dots of light suddenly flew out of the patrolman's corpse, merging into his hideous black left arm!?

“…… This is? ”

Suddenly. Not so painful anymore?

Does it mean that if you want to relieve the pain, you have to kill? What a welcome discovery - no, or a little lighter?

Tom suddenly felt a little incredulous about killing such a thing. The heart is not rejected at all, maybe it is the influence of the broken thoughts in the mind, maybe it is the nature of it. In the past, when he went to fight with Green, he often couldn't hold his hand. The injury caused to the other party is not light. At that time, it could be said that it was because of the lack of brains, so ...... What now?

Frankly, if the way to relieve pain is to accompany Bell to eat all kinds of strange bugs. It's easier to simply kill bugs. Originally, Tom was the type who didn't like to use his brain, and this has not changed even now after he wakes up due to severe pain, and going straight is the choice that a rough man like him should make.

But now is not the time to think about these things, and to put aside the messy thoughts in his heart, and now that the pain has been relieved, Tom runs towards the end of the road.

It's so brisk!?

Along the way, the screams or roars of other rooms kept echoing in his ears, which made Tom very irritated.

It wasn't until I crossed the corridor and came to a wide place that I felt a little better about my irritability.

More than a dozen modders of various shapes were busy, and no one noticed that anyone had run in, and Tom hurriedly dodged behind the equipment not far away, and secretly surveyed the room.

Rather than a room, it is more like a cave, with corridors leading to various places around the walls, and the design concept of this place is as complex as an anthill.

The dozen or so tall, thin, or obese modified subjects were sorting and dragging some of the experiments bound by chains and iron cages to other places.

Men, women, the elderly, children......

Struggling, crying, scolding, begging for mercy, cursing, no matter what these poor fellows do, the reformed are ignored, weak in constitution, locked together in iron cages; Those who have warrior positions and combat effectiveness, both men and women, are stripped of their limbs and dragged with chains.

The treatment is worse than that of pigs and dogs!!

In addition to human experiments, there are also non-human, goblins, gnomes, minotaurs, harpies, orcs, wurms, and common beasts......

"What the fuck is this?"

With such a picture, the impact on Tom can be imagined, and he hides behind the equipment to minimize his breathing.

It's not like a safe place to be!?

Judging from the treatment of those arrested, if he went out, he would probably be besieged in an instant, right? I can't even imagine what will happen if I am caught.

Can't be found by those monsters, and can't be found by those captives. Calm down, don't think about anything, no matter how painful your hands are, you can't scream, you can't breathe disordered, I think back to the stealth skills I learned from Green and Bell, silently, without thinking.

I...... It's a shadow......

The dark golden pupils shrank suddenly, and Tom at this time had completely entered the stealth mode.

But it doesn't seem to be of much use.

One of the monsters, looking at the entrance of the tunnel where Tom had come, with a puzzled look in his eyes, put down the iron cage he was holding, and walked over there.

"Hey! Where are you going?! ”

Seeing his companion leave his work behind, another monster immediately shouted.

"A little bit of a discovery......

The monster reached the entrance of the corridor, its indifferent eyes staring at the ground, where a row of bloody footprints stretched all the way from the end of the corridor.

"It's ......"

Squatting down, the monster pressed his fingers on the bloody footprints, then rubbed it in his hands, and then put it on the tip of his nose to smell it, and stood up, with a hint of clarity on his hideous and terrifying face: "It's still fresh, and it's the blood of our companions, it seems that there are not very friendly guests who have entered the testing ground of Lord Serra." ”

After all, he was still too immature, and after killing the patrolman, Tom didn't notice that his foot had stepped on the blood sprayed by the patrolman!!

"What!?"

Hearing this, the other monsters also stopped what they were doing and came over with indifferent expressions (maybe it was facial nerve paralysis, these transformed big men were all three nothings, but unfortunately there was no cuteness).

"Did some guy manage the lab rats that ran away?"

"It's possible, but it's better to go and inspect it, although there is nothing to be afraid of, but if the experiment is released, it will be very troublesome."

"Yes, yes, this month's salary will be deducted."

“……”

"Do you want to report it to Lord Serra?"

"I don't recommend this, disrupt Lord Serra's experiments, you'll be squashed and thrown into a pit of."

"Okay, so what's going on now?"

"Two people will patrol and the others will continue to work."

After negotiating, the Altered Monsters went back to their work, leaving only two to search for the infiltrator along the scent of the bloody footprints.

The monsters didn't realize that the infiltrator had listened to all their conversations and had made a crazy plan.

Unleash the test subject and create chaos...... Is it?

Perhaps, in this case, the short and thin man will be lured out, right? (To be continued......)

PS: I would have written such a serious article!?

Hawkers,This is today's first update.,Let's get Tom's plug-in done first.。