Sebastian Shaw, who was in a wheelchair, was very sad.

Although his feet are off the ground, there is no pressure on his legs, his fatigue cannot go up, and his intelligent IQ occupies the high ground again, but the smiling old face of Professor Charles, who is pushing a wheelchair behind him, still makes him feel uncomfortable.

Be calm, be calm.

Sebastian let out a breath of air, trying his best to take in every scene in the lab out of the corner of his eye, gathering information for his own escape.

The lab site is busy, with lab coats standing under glass cylinders, filling out reports, examining centrifuges, poring over microscopes in front of petri dishes, or muttering over lumps of meat.

"How many times have I said, be well-behaved, be obedient,"

A big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist is put in a white coat, which looks a little nondescript, and what is even more strange is that the big man is whispering to a lump of minced meat on the ground: "You dare to go to the incubation room to steal the mice to eat now, what if you eat them?" Those mice were injected with a genetic virus...."

This person is none other than the brokeback maniac from Gotham City, who holds more than a dozen doctorate titles but resolutely engages in bottom-end crimes, Bane.

Unlike those supercriminals who were also born in Gotham, Bane was honored to be promoted from test subject to researcher because of his erudition and charisma, leading a team dedicated to the study of primitive cells.

The irregular pink lump of flesh on the ground, which is about half a meter high, is a first-stage test product cultivated by primitive cells, a special life named SAYA SAYA.

As Bane's tone became more and more fierce, Saya slowly lifted a layer of flesh, revealing a circle of fine, sharp serrations in the center of the flesh, and a sharp hiss from the pitch-black throat.

"You still dare to talk back??"

Bane became more and more angry, after the artificial organ modification, he could finally get rid of the pig-nose-like respirator, and he no longer spoke in an urn, "Within three days, you will have no cholesterol to eat!" ”

The lump of flesh, or saya, immediately swelled, opened her "mouth" and spat out a mixture of hair, bones, plasma, and pus in front of Bane.

The smell of fishy smell drifted for ten miles in the wind, and the researchers on the side twitched their noses, and they all cast strange glances.

With a gloomy face, Bane's burly body rushed to the office of Dr. Victor Fryce, the freezer on the side, and after saying hello, he took out the freezer's freezer gun and sprayed cold air at the fishy pile of vomit on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the vomit was completely frozen, and the surrounding floor was covered with a thick layer of frost.

Bane still didn't give up, holding the jet gun at Saya's feet, and without pulling the trigger, he looked at "her" with a cold gaze and said in a deep voice: "Within a month, you won't have cholesterol to eat." ”

Saya immediately shrunk into a ball and crawled slowly to the front of Sebastian's wheelchair in a maggot-like motion, hissing incessantly.

Sebastian felt his scalp tingle, and the lump of flesh left behind a viscous transparent liquid like a gray line of grass snakes, like a flesh-and-blood version of a slug.

What the hell is this?!

The Black King from the Hellfire Club wanted to leave, but he couldn't muster any strength because of the blood loss.

Fortunately, Professor Charles relieved him, "Bane, Professor Strange in the office?" ”

Seeing the bald old man, Bane respectfully put away the freezing gun and said, "It should be in the Institute of Regenerative Medicine, he has been busy with the human body transformation project of the Asatat warrior recently, and he basically stays in the laboratory every day. ”

"That's right."

Professor Charles nodded, glanced at the screaming pieces of meat on the ground, and smiled, "Don't be too Saya, strictly speaking, she's not even a year old." ”

She?

Sebastian's eyes widened as he stared at the uncharted, twisted and strange pieces of flesh, his stomach full of grooves and squirting out at some point.

The big leader spoke, and Bane didn't say a word with a straight face, but finally put away the freezer gun and put it on the table casually.

And the piece of meat that stayed next to the wheelchair also rolled back to Bane's feet, rubbing Bane's trouser leg coquettishly.

Sebastian was completely stunned, his gaze darting back and forth between Professor Charles and the meat mass, and he realized that he was completely unfamiliar with Professor X's old acquaintance.

"After the primitive cells soaked in the water of Lazarus's Pond are deliberately guided, the Hyfrick division limit increases indefinitely, and as long as there is enough matter and energy, it can remain dividing forever."

Seeing Sebastian's dazed appearance, Professor Charles explained with a smile: "This lifeform Saya cultivated from primitive cells symbolizes the primordial and purest life force.

She has been involved in countless subjects and is arguably one of the most valuable experimental projects in the underground laboratory. ”

"At the same time, it is also the most troublesome experimental project." Bane interjected, "Every week, Saya needs Lady Rebecca to re-engrave the Life Restriction Seal for her, otherwise she will follow the original will of the cell and continue to divide and proliferate. ”

Bane glanced at Saya, who was as docile as a cat, and said casually: "It only takes half a year to let her out, and she can completely swallow and assimilate the entire North American continent into a warm and moist nest of flesh and blood." ”

Sebastian only felt that the absurd mood came to life, stared at the still "coquettish" Saya, and said softly: "Does she have her own will?" ”

"Of course there is,"

Bane smiled: "The human body is still composed of 50 trillion, and the cerebral cortex, which is the primate of all things, is just a lump of gray matter composed of neuronal cell bodies.

Beneath the surface of Saya's flesh lies an immeasurable network of neurons, which is enough to give her the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.

Even over time, she will learn to imitate humans, using the structure of the human brain as a base model. ”

As if sensing that someone was complimenting her, Saya raised her chin in a very humane manner, showing the standard posture of tsundere.

Sebastian gasped, his heart felt like he had been hammered with a hammer, and a sentence popped out of his clenched teeth, "You, you have violated God's creation realm!" ”

"God?"

Bane shook his head and snapped his fingers, and Saya on the ground suddenly began to squirm.

Her flesh twisted and twisted, the scarlet flesh rapidly turning into fair skin, pale white tissue masses building bones, blood vessels casting, and nerves reorganized.

In the blink of an eye, Saya, who was still an irregular lump of flesh, gradually expanded, taking on the rudiments of a head, limbs, and torso.

After a few breaths, she had transformed into a slender girl with long green hair and a pale complexion, wearing a white skirt made of mineralized bone tissue, and standing barefoot on the ground.

"After transplanting the mutant genes of Miss Raven Duckholm, that is, the Witch, Saya was able to appear in the eyes of the world in human form."

Bane stretched out his fan-sized palm, touched Sayana's green hair that was still stained with mucus, rubbed the girl's slightly baby fat little face in reward, and said indifferently,

"Tell me, how is she different from normal life now?"