The "Weapon X" program is a counter-strategic plan adopted by the old guys who have experienced the baptism of Cold War mentality in the Department of Defense out of the threat of mutants.

At its core, to put it bluntly, it's still the same old thing as in the Cold War, nothing new, and no matter how you look at it, it looks like the kind of thing that the Nazis did to the Jews back then, the typical madness of the mutant threat theory.

Stryker, who originally proposed this weapon project with some of the deepest dislike for mutants, intends to combine the high-quality abilities of many, many mutants to create a "destroyer" who is completely obedient and obedient to orders, and can be used to counter the threat of mutant society that has tended to unite in recent years.

But frankly, the project was a difficult one at first, because the mutants' abilities were determined by a small segment of the genetic fragment, and the length of this genetic fragment was limited, so the capacity that could be accommodated was also limited, and many times, once the genetic level of the problem clashed, the body of a great test subject collapsed in an instant.

As for the secrets of genes, scientists in this era know too little, and more often, Stryker has to rely on two methods of "blinding" and "guessing" to execute, resulting in extremely low efficiency.

However, in the three years since Subject 13 was sent to the base, Weapon X has been advancing at a rate of 10 times as fast as before, and the scientists here have developed three perfect ability matching systems, and even several elementary completed test items.

All of this is thanks to Subject 13's special abilities.

"But this comes at the cost of the sustainable use of Subject 13!"

A bearded scientist with heavy lenses slammed the planner in his hand on the table in front of Stryker and said angrily,

"I don't agree with this rough experimental arrangement!"

"In the past 3 years, we have carried out 27 sets of gene transplants on him, and summarized three sets of ability matching tables, but now his gene chain has entered the collapse link in advance because the load is too heavy, he is just an ordinary mutant, he does not have such a strong self-healing ability, this time you have arranged for the forced implantation of as many as 6 gene fragments... If he does, he will die in less than 1 month due to genetic collapse!"

The scientist seemed to be a stubborn man, and despite his identity, he roared at the supreme commander of the base,

"If we can't do this, we can also repair his gene chain, and relying on his ability, we can completely combine more perfect experiments!"

He was out of breath, a 60-year-old man who rarely felt such excitement, and he slowed his breath as he sat down in the chair across from Stryker and whispered,

"So... It's inhumane!"

"Humanity?"

Stryker snorted, he took out a cigar and cut off the tail with a cigar clipper, the cold soldier's movements were elegant, but the words he said were extremely cold,

"Are you talking to me about humanity? Professor Hawkins, in the last five years, 17 test subjects have died on your test bench, and your hands are covered in blood... What's more, who was responsible for the 27 gene transplant experiments of Subject 13?"

He picked up his cigar and his cold gaze fell on the professor in front of him, and he whispered,

"Who turned a healthy person into a twisted monster, driven by fanatical research?

Professor Hawkins was silent, but his face was already flushed, but Stryker still wouldn't let him go, and he continued,

"And who suggested that I transplant him with a super-strong self-healing gene so that your cruel experiment can continue?"

"Come on, you're no different from me, Professor, we're both executioners!"

The general took a deep breath of smoke, then slowly exhaled, he stood up, walked over to the professor, who was trembling all over, and patted him lightly on the shoulder, as if to comfort,

"Do you know why I didn't agree to give Subject 13 the super self-healing gene?"

"Because we can't control him... In fact, if you really count it, he with the ability to devour is the most perfect model of Weapon X Project, but you can also see that our experiments to implant him with an electronic chip to control his thinking have all failed, and we can't control him, which is a dangerous existence. ”

Professor Hawkins retorted,

"We could try more advanced controls... We don't need to just destroy it, you know? General, he's a miracle born of mutants, I've never seen such a wonderful ability to interpret Darwin's theory of evolution so realistically... His very existence is the perfect embodiment of evolution! we can't just destroy it!"

"Huh, a miracle?"

Stryker stood up, walked to the other side, picked up the papers on the table and flipped through them.

"A miracle that can't be controlled, I'd rather not... If he breaks free, he will be the first to break your necks and mine! And, Professor, don't think I don't know what you've been doing for the past three years!"

He turned around and looked at the restless Professor Hawkins with a grim expression,

"Devour... Subject 13's instinctive fusion evolution ability, this is the best petri dish, you only need to implant a few X gene fragments into his body at once, and then supply him with enough energy, relying on the effect of the devouring ability itself and a period of cultivation, it is easy to distinguish which abilities can be combined and which abilities will cause genetic collapse. ”

"This kind of boring work can be easily done by a child who can use permutations and combinations, Hawkins, think about your family, think about your poor grandchildren, you tell me you can give up everything for them, that's why I called you here!"

"Bang"

Stryker startled Professor Hawkins by throwing his pistol on the table, and he leaned down and whispered in the professor's ear,

"I didn't ask you to come here to watch you intercede for a mutant mound! you're not a necessity here... Your value is not even more important than the test item 13 itself... If you don't want to do it, I can always find someone to replace you, and your wish won't come true!

"Let's go and prepare the experiment now! This will be the last experiment of Experiment 13, and then we will bury him! The new experiment has been delivered, I want you to prepare it for me within a month, and I will take it to New York... Whether or not this project can be carried out depends on this demo! Do you understand?"

"Well, if you insist!"

Professor Hawkins straightened his collar with a cold face, and he strode out, Stryker looked at the old man's back, his eyes squinted with cold murderous intent, but after a few minutes, when he calmed down, he picked up the phone on the desk and dialed it.

"Jamie... Boshkin's treatment will begin soon, but what do I want to see?"

The sound of the wind could be heard from the other side from the microphone, and Jamie's voice sounded with difficulty, "General Stryker, I have found the base again, and I have figured out the rules for its doors to open, and I have made detailed drawings! I am now rushing back to Canada, as long as my brother recovers, I will do what I say!"

"Hmph... I hope so. ”

Stryker snorted coldly, he groaned for a moment, and said to Jamie, who was struggling to trek through the icy Siberia on the other side,

"You and Yuriko rush back as fast as they can, and after I'm done with this side of things, I'll go to Siberia with you, Jamie, you'd better not lie to me, otherwise..."

On the other side, Professor Hawkins had already prepared the test bench, and after a complex, completely computer-controlled robotic arm movement, a heavy box made of steel, like a coffin, was lowered from the top of the laboratory, and the professor used his white gloved left hand to enter a 17-digit password on the manipulator, and the next moment, with the sound of gears turning, the giant steel coffin was slowly opened.

Revealing the test subject that was wrapped in black chains around almost every corner of its body, Subject 13, which was famous in this base.

The genetic collapse caused by long-term genetic experiments is a terrible result, in addition to making his internal organs begin to rot, what is even more terrifying is that his appearance has been completely distorted, in addition to the face that can still see the shadow of the original Cyber, the skin of his whole body has been cracked, black blood, and the left arm like a skeleton, and the right arm that is thick and the same as the body, but like a twisted octopus tentacles, his legs have been severely twisted and deformed, and when those eyes are opened, only two eyes emitting a dark red light can be seen。

It's like a monster crawling out of hell!

"Ahem, Professor... I'm dying, am I?"

Cyber turned his head, there was no expression on his puffy face, but any assistant who saw those eyes would turn his face away in fear, only Professor Hawkins could barely make eye contact with him, he looked at this distorted monster-like Cyber, as if he saw some kind of precious treasure, he whispered comfort,

"Don't worry, 13th, we're curing your genetic breakdown this time, and you'll be fine. ”

"Huh"

Cyber's eyes narrowed, he was already familiar with the structure of the laboratory, and he smiled, a tearing pain appeared on his body with the powerful power that had been activated.

The bloodshot in those eyes was almost solid, like real blood pupils.

Sensing that something was wrong, Professor Hawkins stepped back, and the next moment, the black chains wrapped around the surface of Cyber's body suddenly straightened, and then made a clicking sound.

"Quick! Inject sedatives! Quick!"

Professor Hawkins shouted, and the next moment, four thick, elephant-like needles appeared from above Cyber's body and landed downward, but at the same time, the chains wrapped around his tentacle-like right arm had been broken, and the tentacles like octopus claws flapped wildly on the surface of the outer layer of tempered glass.

"You lied to me!

"Kill you! Kill you!"

"Roar!"

It was only three times before the glass that could block the bullet shot cracked, and the black, extendable, black-scaled claws pierced through the broken glass and swept around the laboratory, and then a surprise assistant grabbed it, and with just a slight force, his body was directly torn apart, and shredded flesh and blood splattered out, making the laboratory like a ghost.

"No. 13 breaks free from the shackles! Super powerful sedative!

Professor Hawkins' trembling voice rang out, the tentacles that were whistling and messing up everything around him had torn four people apart, and it opened in front of Professor Hawkins's eyes, like an octopus in the sea with tentacles and sharp teeth open, barely 3 meters away, and it could screw his old head off directly.

But at that moment, the sedative worked, Cyber's screams and his flirting tentacles went limp, and Professor Hawkins escaped his life, slumping to the ground, and Stryker, who had arrived at the news, didn't look at the ground with minced flesh and disgusting blood and the stump.

He looked left and right, the six blood samples inserted in the high-speed centrifuge waiting to strip the serum were still intact, and the instruments of the injection procedure were not damaged, the appearance of the 13th looked hideous, but in fact, because of the collapse of the gene, his threat had been minimized, the general breathed a sigh of relief, he glanced at Professor Hawkins, who was frightened, in disgust, stepped forward, twisted the centrifuge with his own hands, and the carefully selected 6 kinds of blood extracted from different mutants began to rotate rapidly, separating the most precious serum from the blood。

As he watched as the serum that had been injected into six different syringes was ready, Stryker straightened his clothes and announced indifferently,

"The experiment continues!"

And among the scraps of flesh that he didn't look at, some of the glass fragments of the test tubes were mixed with the blood, and if he could put them together, he would get the fragments of 5 complete blood test tubes, but now... No one pays attention to this anymore.