Bronski was not an indecisive man, especially when there was no way out and he had to make a choice, he was more ruthless than most people, both to others and to himself.

But despite this, when faced with the choice of life and death related to himself, he still sighed dejectedly and put the reagent in his hand into his pocket.

"Damn it!"

Kicking the chair in front of him away, Bronski fired two shots at the roof, cursing at the inexplicable target.

He is very unwilling, obviously success is close at hand, but he can only get the worst harvest.

"Huh?"

The lieutenant, who was pacing agitately in the laboratory, sensed something strange under his feet, and looked down to see blood-soaked materials strewn on the ground, and his boots were on top of one of them.

Perhaps because he had just suffered a loss of lack of knowledge, Bronsky, who had previously been dismissive of these things, squatted down and picked them up one by one, flipped them over, and then threw them away with a blushing face.

The sprinkling of information paper fell in the air, or fell on the ground soaked in blood, pressed to the floor, or landed on the body of equipment and corpses, adding a bit of red and white cover, making the laboratory look even more messy.

The bloodstained stains made the handwriting on the document blurry in many places, but that didn't make any difference to the lieutenant, as he couldn't read the legible places.

Bronsky, who was in a difficult situation, didn't even want to delve into why the U.S. military's labs were recording the experiments in German, and he had to make a choice as soon as possible: gamble his luck with the serum injected here, or flee the place as soon as possible and wait for some way to increase the success rate before injecting it.

Reason told Bronsky that he should choose the latter, after all, with the success rate of direct injection that he knew, it was less likely that he would survive by firing five shots at himself with a six-bullet nest revolver loaded with one bullet.

However, the death of General Ross and the failure of the Hydra project did not allow him to leave with the power to conquer the world, and the subsequent crisis might make him completely lose the opportunity to inject the serum, just like General Ross, who was already cold.

Thinking of this, Bronsky couldn't help but take out the test tube containing the medicine from his pocket, and slowly rolled out a one-time injection aimed at his arm, and the finger bones pinched by his clenched fist hurt.

"Ahh

The sudden sound of sneezing in the closed laboratory startled Bronsky, who almost dropped the test tube in his hand to the ground.

"Oh, and a Mr. Luck!"

Bronsky, who was distracted for a moment and reacted instantly, put away the test tube, pulled out the pistol from his waist, looked in the direction where the sound came from, and at the same time stared at the discarded firearm on the ground with the corner of his eye, so as not to be caught off guard by the other party to obtain the qualification to resist with firepower.

However, the lieutenant's words did not receive a response.

The survivor who was facing Bronsky's several corpses still played the image of his own corpse dedicatedly, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, coaxing itself with the nonsense of "I have not been exposed", yearning for the possible life.

"Bang bang-"

The lieutenant had no intention of talking nonsense with him, and shot several corpses in the arms and legs one after another.

After discovering a guy whose body was twitching and his teeth were tight, he focused on taking care of a few shots.

"I surrender, let me go, please!"

Jerrick was just a scientific researcher, not an agent trained in torture, and he was already convulsing in pain when he was shot at the first shot, and it took a lot of effort to restrain himself from screaming, but the continuous gunfire hit his body, making him completely lose his luck and cry loudly.

He felt stupid and unlucky.

He could have left the lab safely, but he had to ask for the "Freezing Gun", which drove the Mars guy crazy.

I finally saw him dissolve himself, and I didn't know how to lose consciousness, and when my body felt it, I heard a dense gunshot.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, so he could only pretend that he was still unconscious.

His disguise was good, and Bronsky, who had not been examined in detail, failed to find anything wrong.

But as he threw a wad of blood-soaked materials around, a blood-soaked piece of data paper landed on Jerick's mouth and nose.

Not only did the smell of blood hit his mind, but it also made his breathing more and more difficult, and finally he couldn't help it, so he sneezed and blew it away.

After being exposed, he was shot several times in the leg by the other party, and basically lost the ability to escape alone.

"Why don't you continue to pretend to be dead, I still have a lot of bullets!"

While replacing the magazine for the pistol, Bronski made a mocking remark with an irrepressible smile on his face.

The screams of others can indeed bring him a more comfortable sense of sadism, which is one of the reasons why he tortures and kills prisoners on the battlefield.

However, compared to the tyrannical satisfaction, the identity of the other party is the reason why he is happy.

The survivors are dressed and behaved as researchers, which is what Bronsky needs most at the moment.

Walking in front of the other party, Bronski crouched down and carefully examined the other person's face, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it felt.

"Dr. Mars?"

"No, no, no, it's not me!"

The lieutenant's speculative inquiry startled Jerrick, and the first time he heard the name, he remembered the deformed ball of flesh that dissolved into a cloudy tissue fluid, and the fact that the other party was chosen by Hydra as a substitute for the dead ghost, so he hurriedly cleared up the involvement, for fear that he would also end up in a fate from "one" to "one".

"Look, doctor, we know each other so well, could I still mistake you?"

Pulling Jarick up from the ground with a smile, Bronski helped the other party who had been shot four times in the right leg to sit on the seat, patted him on the shoulder, and said with fake comfort: "You should have spoken up earlier, doctor, if I had known it was you, how could there be a misunderstanding later." ”

"You know me, I never point my gun at a friend. ”

Hydra's camouflage is really good, plus Jerick's face was covered in blood at this time, and Bronski hadn't met Mars a few times, so he directly misidentified the other party.

"Yes...... It's ......"

Jerrick cautiously responded to the other party's statement, for fear that he would shoot himself in the head if he was unhappy.

Although he didn't know why the officer in front of him thought he was Mars, he was very aware of the situation and began to play this role.

He wasn't stupid, he knew that he was the only one who could survive.

The other party is obviously begging for himself, or Mars, and with this identity, he can still maneuver, talk about the conditions, and debunk the misunderstanding of the other party, then he is afraid that he will become a corpse in a pool of blood in the next second.

With his palm pressed against Mars' shoulder, Bronski could clearly feel the tremors in his opponent's body.

However, he didn't say much, after all, the more fearful the other party was, the better it was for his own purpose.

"Doctor, it's us who wins, Rose, and the Hydra organization you said you wanted to use you as a substitute for the dead, I've killed you!"

"Good...... Good ......"

Listening to the other party's suddenly cold tone, Jerek's voice trembled even more.

"So, you know what to do next, Doctor?"

"Know...... No, no, no, I don't know...... I...... I don't know anything......"

Jerek just wanted to nod along with the other party's voice, but suddenly realized that he was not Mars, and he didn't understand the content of the agreement with the other party, so in a hurry, he directly said what was in his heart.

"So, the doctor doesn't want to help me?"

Bronski had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, and he looked at the other man as if he were looking at a dead man again.

"Want to help...... Want to help ......"

Jerrick watched the other party draw the gun, hurriedly agreed, and then suddenly realized that this was his only chance to live, so he suppressed the fear in his heart, mustered up the courage to shake his head, and said his conditions in a trembling voice before the other party put the gun on his forehead: "You guarantee my life, I promise you everything!"