Nevada, 1987.

The Tower of Babel reaches into the sky, and the tower is made of frosted light-absorbing material that can block radar waves. The U.S. government knows very little about the organization behind the giant laboratory called "Engineering Modeling" that was set up to purify human blood, such as when they attacked the planned subdivision of Sicily two weeks ago, and after blowing open the main entrance of the building, they found only a mirror-like metal floor.

Since then, the government has identified several organizational divisions, but without exception.

There was a tactical assault vehicle parked in front of the institute, and the occupants of the vehicle were now standing by the metal door, looking extremely tired, with a cigarette in his mouth on the left, and the other took out a lighter and lit it for him, and took the cigarette case away.

"Don't you get bored?" The man with the lighter took a hard sip, "No." ”

"A little, but not much." Kevlar. "I'm content with my previous full-time nanny job. ”

"What about the risks and incentives you said when you signed the contract?" The guard laughed, "That's a lot of money." ”

"Stimulation?" Kevlar yawned, "How's the front line?" ”

"I can't ask for it." The guard bit the cigarette butt disdainfully, "If it weren't for that, what wouldn't allow minors to enter." I left early. ”

Kevlar didn't answer.

"If possible, I want to move my muscles right now, a terrorist attack or something." The guard added a moment later. "Then quickly ask the higher-ups to dig me into the prison management area, hehe, I can get rid of your boring colleague hahahaha."

Kevlar snorted a taunt through his nose, but still didn't say anything.

From here, the setting sun has dropped below the diagonal apex of the sky and horizon, and the sunlight reflected by the black edifice resembles an M9 saber, piercing into the ground and then spinning into the air.

Like a soap bubble, it floats away from the restraint ring, lifts into the air, and bursts.

With a loud bang, he opened his eyes, and half of the guard's shoulder was out of its original position, and in a second it was carved into the wall at the bottom of the building, and the nail was a bullet.

Large-caliber sniper warhead of M82A1.

Kevlar grabbed the other half of the guard's shoulder and pulled him down, and he lay down in the back of the bulletproof vehicle. The guards are still shouting wildly, and Kevlar smiles bitterly at your flag, "moving muscles and bones", I'm afraid it is worthy of the name.

"Holy! No way!! No way!!! The guard screamed.

"They can take it back." Kevlar threw him a suture tape, which was originally an elastic switch for the rain shelter on the armored car, "Tie it up, put that broken thing in your bag, there is a good chance of stopping bleeding and grafting." ”

"Wait? Are you..."

"Yes," Kevlar said with a frown, remembering the most recent one. "Trust me, you don't have any."

He sneered when he heard the metal crash in front of the car stop abruptly. "Where's the gun?"

Taking the second AK-74, Kevlar jumped to his feet, the barrel rushing up, flush with the body.

"Concrete barricades. Fifty meters to your right, listen to my commands. Kevlar looked ahead, "Three-two-one run!" ”

As soon as he said that, he pulled the trigger, and the other two magazines were glued with transparent glue in the middle of the magazine, and the 30 rounds were quickly discharged, and the Kevlar reload took negligible time. The gunfire resumed, and the bullet casings burst out evenly.

"Get in place!" The guard shouted.

"Right now!" Kevlar misses the last few rounds and throws the empty gun out as a target. The wind generally flies to the other side.

"Is he dead?" The guard asked.

"Not sure, better leave." Kevlar pulls out the police revolver in the magazine on his waist. "In my opinion, the rescue force will be here in a few minutes, and that's enough time for the lad to crawl to us."

"What are you talking about?" The guard asked.

"Let's go find him." Kevlar said.

"Yes," the guard said, with a knife in his right hand, "go." ”

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At the junction of Las Vegas and the main city, a transport plane spewed smoke and electric sparks, and a sound cone exploded at the same speed from the tail to the nose, and the first half of the road gradually lagged behind because of the direction of travel.

This is the "Purple Panther" side team of the source of the source of transport carriers, similar ultra-high-speed cabins there are fifty or sixty, people are amazed by its wealth and at the same time can not help but wonder where the source of troops.

The commander, dressed in military uniform, stood at the end of the runway, watching the white trail disappear into the sky and holding out a hand behind him.

"Second batch of samples." The man handed over a sheet of paper, his lab coat wrapped tightly. "The genetic layer needs to be strengthened, as it stands. Isn't it awesome to create an entity that's been manipulated? ”

"I hope he's like you say," the commander turned and smiled. "Awesome."

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The waves of air converged, pressed together at the speed of light, and after a few seconds, the sky shook and the earth shook, and high-frequency ionization produced fire ripples. Dancing like a withered acacia flower, it flies and falls into the void.

The incandescent lamp hissed, flickering and flickering at a distracting rate, and behind its right was a glass window, which was now rapidly brushed with highlighted characters.

Dr. M. Farman Goin stood by the window, his hands on his waist, the characters turning from dazzling blue to red, gradually aligning with the X-axis, and the other side flashing from left to right, full of uneasiness in the process.

Shiloh Goin shook his head and stomped the shadow to pieces.

"You know," the body pronunciation was slurred, "I want a... Gorgeous..."

"Curtain call?" Goin's face was indifferent.

A barrel of gasoline was poured down and spread along the infusion pipeline. Goin lifted the drenched shadow down from between the hooks, and in a few moments he reached the doorway, where the latter's head was pressed against the wall, and all the kinetic energy gained at 270 mph was sucked into the contact surface.

The skull burst, blood splattered in half, bone fragments cut into the brain, dense nerves snapped, and shadows snorted uncontrollably.

Goin grabbed him by the neck and slammed it again, followed by a third and fourth, radial red juice hanging from the chalk surface, and the shadow skull nearly half sunken into his throat, blurred to the point of indistinct shape.

Goin let go, and the other man slammed to the ground. A lit match slammed into his face, shining brightly.

"The link is burned." Goin said.

"Are you sure?" The edges of Dr. Farmam's frames shimmered sharply.

"We'll wait."

The sound of an explosion causing a maningeal hemorrhage echoed in Goin's ears, but he was unaffected, staring out the window at the dazzling atomic blast site with brutal pleasure on his face.