Ouyang Li hadn't closed his eyes for two days and one night, his heart was beating wildly, and he was full of fatigue. He felt that if he continued like this, he might have to go to the hospital to be Andre's patient.

"Executive, you can go down and rest for a while, we will monitor here, and if there is anything abnormal, we will report to you immediately." Ouyang Li shook his head and looked at the number on the progress bar - 99.99%. If memory is compared to information, and the human brain is compared to a hard disk, then the human brain has to process several terabytes of information every day, and then retain hundreds of gigabytes of useful information every day, and then now it is to input twenty years of memory, which is already quite fast, after all, the neural connector is not a 5G network.

Ouyang Li wanted to take a sip of coffee, but because he was wearing a chemical protective suit, he couldn't eat or drink anything. Then again, he's only been out for a quick snack for so long, and he's still at the door of the red room. You can only look at the slowly moving progress bar, 100%!

Ouyang Li instantly came to his senses, and his mood was much better. He stood up and walked over to the petri dish, looking at the body that had recovered from the ink marks, very satisfied. The instruments inserted into the ink-stained skull have been able to be used so far that they have exceeded their expectations, and it seems that the titanium-silver alloy (an imaginary metal) is very resistant to corrosion.

Ouyang Li gave an order: "Put down a table here, and put a hand/gun, a hand/grenade, a set of combat/uniforms, and a one-eyed blindfold on it." Well, put a little more human food, put these first, by the way, sub/bullet, sub/bomb, three shells/magazines, okay remove all the equipment, except for the petri dish, machine/gun preparation. ”

All the experimenters immediately got busy, and after half an hour, the place was cold again.

"Click." All the instruments on the ink mark head fell off.

Twenty minutes later, the hole in the skull healed.

Thirty minutes later, the petri dish opened, and the ink marks rolled to the ground.

"Payne. Corporal Zhou, are you okay? A cold female voice came from all sides of the room.

Ink Mark slowly opened his eyes, slowly stood up and said, "Is my surgery complete?" Nothing out of the ordinary, where is this? “

"Corporal, I'm glad you don't have a problem. Your body has been transformed, and we thank you for your tremendous contribution to the American Republic. We are now in the experimental period, and we need to further quarantine and observe you, so we have temporarily locked you up in Adion Labs, an underground laboratory in China. We hope you understand. “

"Okay."

"There are some items on the table that we think you can use, and you can use them however you want."

Inkmark walked over to the table, got dressed, and put on his gun.

Ouyang Li nodded, it doesn't seem that there is any big problem at the moment, and further observation is still needed.

"Corporal, we need to conduct a combat test, we need to confirm again, does your body allow combat?" The cold female voice rang out again.

Inkmark hesitated for a moment and replied, "No problem, please start." “

Ouyang Li said: "Release the hellhound, ten ...... No, thirty! “

"Buzz ——!" The floodgates opened, and thirty zombie dogs, barking, ran in.

Inkmark pulls out the Desert/Eagle and shoots immediately. "Bang! Bang! He was very surprised: he didn't expect that his combat test would be a battle with zombies, and what was even worse was that his three bullets/magazines in the desert/eagle plus the gun were only twenty-eight bullets in total, how could the remaining two zombies fight, with hands/thunder?

He couldn't help but feel a little flustered, even so, he still managed to shoot his head.

However, the attack speed of the zombie dogs was too fast, and they pounced in front of them after changing/bombing, and the grinding marks retreated again and again, but he didn't notice that the speed of his retreat was basically the same as the speed of this group of zombie dogs.

Reload, shoot, reload, shoot. In less than two minutes, only two zombie dogs were left that were killed. Gritting his teeth, he threw the Desert/Eagle at the head of the zombie dog in it, and the zombie dog immediately burst into the brain.

"Whew!" The last zombie dog seized the opportunity, jumped up, and bit down on Inkmark's neck.

Ink marks are quick to move, and their left hand suddenly automatically reveals their exoskeleton and slender claws, and Ink marks can strangle the last zombie dog with one hand.

Ink Marks looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't believe that he had done it himself, it was too strong.

Andrei couldn't help but clap his hands and applaud. Only then did Ouyang Li react. "Why are you here? Raised? “

"Yes, yes." Andrei said excitedly: "Did you see it? It only took one hundred and eleven seconds to fight just now, it's really amazing, so many dogs, it takes a platoon to solve it. ”

"That is, after I fed the Grim Reaper's brain with the memories of the battle and the memories of a Chinese-American soldier, he was stronger than Captain America. Just now I felt like the Roman consuls enjoying a gladiatorial match in the Colosseum. Ouyang Li said proudly.

"It's so much better than a chip or something, try the licker again."

"No, let's release Subject 4." Ouyang Li said, "That's one of my works. It's just a failure. ”

Subject 4 wears a green military uniform, is three meters tall, muscular, holds a giant axe, and has two heads, one full of fangs and gray eyes, and the other has a slightly smaller neck and can be seen as a human.

"Corporal Penn Chow, please kill the monster in front of you." The cold female voice came from above again.

Receiving the order, Inkmark immediately ran towards Subject Four. Subject 4 raised the giant axe and slashed down, smashing the steel plate on the ground into a dent, and after the ink marks flashed, he jumped, and threw a tentacle out of his back, which was drawn to the zombie's head.

"Roar!" The zombie suffered from pain, and the axe was wheeled again, scratching the air, whirring in the air. The ink marks retreated one after another, dodging the attack, and in the interval between the zombies' most powerful attacks, a sliding, close melee, stabbed its left hand into its stomach, ripped out its intestines, and spilled it all over the ground. Subject 4 didn't care about any of this, and slapped it with one hand. After the attack ended, the ink marks were evacuated, so the zombies were not photographed. The zombie got up again. At this point, he tripped and fell to the ground when he stepped on his intestines, and the axe flung at the ink marks. Inkmark lunged forward and leaned back, almost brushing his axe, not only dodging the attack, but also creating an opportunity for himself. Subject 4 tore open his intestines and tried to stand up.

But the ink mark jumped, took off and split his legs, and smashed it the back of the head of test subject four, and at this moment, the zombie who had just stood up fell to the ground again, the touch behind the ink mark extended backwards, and pulled the axe, and the ink mark bent down to pick up the giant axe, which weighed more than three hundred kilograms, and when the ink mark was raised, he almost knocked himself down. He trembled over to Subject Four, ready to learn about his life with an axe.

Subject Four stood up, his arms crossed in front of his head, but the axe easily cut off his arm and smashed his deformed head.

"Son...... Ink marks. The human head on Subject Four's neck spoke, and tried to touch the ink-stained head with its large, deformed, rough, dirty hand.

Inkmark looked up at the familiar face, but he didn't remember who it was, he frowned, raised his axe, and slashed at the man's head.

The man's head did not close his eyes, and looked at the ink marks that were about to kill him with a kind gaze.