"Oh, take back my judgment just now, this savage guy, it must be his rough character, affecting those mutations, Fake, it's so disappointing, this is not even alienation, this is beast at all."

When Dr. J walked around the back of the test sample, he finally saw a look of astonishment on his face.

The nurse was even more shocked, her eyes widened, her throat spasmed violently, and a flare-shaped oxygen mask-like thing quickly popped up from the lower end of her helmet, enveloping her mouth and the filth that was spewing out.

Dr. J did not repl the nurse's response, and motioned for her to rest first.

"Want to see what you look like?"

Dr. J is talking to J06, but in exchange for more intense swearing, more sputum and saliva splashing onto his helmet.

This time, the corrosive reaction is more pronounced, as soon as the sputum falls on the tempered glass layer, a wisp of smoke rises, and even a frightening sizzling sound can be heard.

Dr. J put down the tool in his hand, hugged the helmet, and tried to raise his eyes to observe the chemical reaction on the surface of the helmet, which did not seem to penetrate this layer of glass, he was relieved, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"So that's the case, when you're angry, these saliva will become more corrosive, it seems that all experiments have their value, even if they fail, they will bring new tips."

Compared with military tactical helmets, the chemical protection helmets of these people still have some small functions in medicine.

The nurse manipulated an LCD panel on her chest to poke out a tube from the junction of the helmet and her shoulder, slowly extending it to the nurse's mouth, and she bit it.

Continue to open a panel on the left shoulder, revealing many semicircular plastic protrusions below, three horizontal and four vertical, neatly arranged.

Immediately afterward, she picked up a small injection gun, which was already filled with transparent liquid, aimed at one of the plastic protrusions, and pierced into it, injecting the liquid.

After taking the medication, the nurse was in much better condition and continued to come to Dr. J to help with the next step.

She picked up an A4 wide platform computer, called up an operation interface, and after pressing a few virtual buttons, the wall that J06 was facing - the hologram of the original natural scenery theme disappeared, and it was the picture in the laboratory where everyone was reappeared.

The nurse looked back at the camera at the top of the wall behind J06 and switched to it.

In this way, the J06 experimental sample can clearly see its own back - the picture has been enlarged, and it couldn't be clearer.

Almost at the same time, Dr. J put a special bag over J06's mouth.

Even a bloody thug like J06 was terrified when he saw the sight of his back, angry, scared, and disgusting, and tortured him at the same time, causing his face to twist and his body to twitch.

He must have wanted to scream, curse loudly, and keep hitting the bed board with the back of his head, but, because of the restraints, his head had little range of movement, and he couldn't look up to the sky and howl, and the bag that was on his mouth also prevented him from making a clear sound, just a muffled grunt, loud, but I couldn't hear what he was calling, like a pack of wild beasts roaring.

Something kept spitting into the bag, it was yellow and green, slimy, and one couldn't help but wonder if this guy was spitting out gastric juice and bile.

Dr. J's eyes were fixed on the spit in the bags, and when he thought it was enough, he quickly removed the bags and transferred the contents to several other containers, apparently worried about whether the bags could withstand the corrosive substance of the filth. Fortunately, there were no leaks.

Dr. J seems to have predicted the ingredients in the filth, and the carrying containers he chooses are all up to the task.

It was only after all of this that Dr. J calmed himself down and continued to pick up the small round hammer full of spikes and pound it on the back of the test sample.

Dr. J looked at the inside of the screen while observing his back and the test sample, and only then did he realize that J06's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and he couldn't open them.

He was horrified by how he looked.

Dr. J smacked J06 on the back so hard that the spikes didn't hurt him at all, not even feeling it at all.

Not satisfied, the Doctor walked to the door again, where there were two guards, and he requisitioned the guard's pistol, a normal gun, not a blaster or anything like that.

"Doctor, I'll ask the scavengers to come, you don't have to do this yourself." The nurse saw J standing behind the test sample with a pistol and quickly dodged away from J06.

"No, you don't."

J06 also sees Dr. J's gun on the big screen, the muzzle of the black hole hole aimed at his spine.

"Fakyu, Fakyu, J, you fucking bastard, Fakyu."

In the midst of the roar of the test sample, Dr. J fired several shots with a "bang" and "bang".

Out-of-control bullets bounced around the room like ping-pong balls at high velocity - all of them hit J06's back, but they couldn't get into his flesh at all, and they all bounced back.

On the big screen, and some instruments and equipment, there were some bullet holes, if it weren't for the protective clothing, those bullets jumping around, I'm afraid even the doctor's head would have pierced.

The bullets in the gun were gone, and J06 was unscathed.

J handed the pistol to the nurse and told her to return it to the guard at the door, and to continue to examine the back of the test specimen, which had only made a shallow hole in the cuticle.

"It's a failed sample, it's not all useless," J turned his face to the nurse and smiled with satisfaction, "Give him a sedative, five times the dose, no, more, eight times, let him sleep for a while, tell the supervision department that he will be strictly supervised and restrained for 24 hours." ”

Dr. J said as he left the lab, grabbing the nurse with both hands on her chest as he passed by. Her tall breasts lifted the thick hazmat suit high.

"After taking care of everything here, hurry up and come here, I'm so excited today."

She seemed to be useful, presumably accustomed to the Doctor's rough hands. Through the display at the back of her head, it could be seen that her breathing was becoming rapid.

She took the dose J ordered, prepared a shot of medicine, loaded it into the injection gun, and came to J06's side and stood up.

She bit her lip hard, and her plastic-gloved hand reached between the test subject's legs, grasping the thing in her hand, and playing with it wantonly, making it soft with fear and fear.

"Fakyu—" The nurse cursed lewdly, then pulled the trigger, and the lever of the syringe slowly moved forward, and eight times the dose of sedative was injected into the buttocks of the test subject.

The effect of the drug was fast, and J06's eyelids slowly closed, blinking slightly.

The image begins to blur in front of him, and J06 still stares at the big screen in disbelief at his back, which he sees as he slowly turns into a crocodile.

A dark green crocodile with thick cuticle scales that make it look rough and ugly.

His eyelids finally sank, and along with the ugly crocodile, he sank into the depths of the dark mire.