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This was the last message he heard in Zimo's vague consciousness, and soon he couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

Zimo was groggy, and he didn't know how long it had been.

By the time he regained consciousness, he was no longer in a tube in the column, but was fixed to a test bench.

Dr. Mo kept fiddling with the instruments in his hand, as well as all kinds of reagents, looking at Zimo, his eyes were fanatical, "Are you ready?" materials, we're going to get started. ”

Seeing Dr. Mo like that, a chill rose in Zimo's heart, and he scolded secretly, "Damn, scientists are really a bunch of crazy people." ”

Dr. Mo suddenly stopped the movements in his hand, and the inexplicable memories in his mind made him a little trance, the first time he experimented with humans, he was not as indifferent as he is now, at that time, he felt that he was very cruel.

Cruel, that's right, cruel.

After all, under his own hands are a piece of life, and when doing experiments, if one is not careful, the person who experiments is dead, or life is worse than death.

However, he quickly got used to the feeling, and even now, whenever this time comes, he is faintly excited and completely obsessed with this feeling.

Cruel, what is not cruel?

In the field of science, there is never a question of cruelty or not, only whether it is worth it or not.

Besides, this world has already become extremely cruel, and if you want to live, you have to be even more cruel than this world. And his purpose is not just to live, but to save the world, then he must be cruel all the time.

Great civilizations have never been forged in peace, but have required sacrifice. Without sacrifice, there would be no inheritance of civilization, and he had already convinced himself that he was not committing a crime, he was for the rise of the human race, the entire human race.

I'm afraid no one knows that this madman with bloody hands is full of a whole bunch of ideas for salvation.

Doctor Mo looked at Zimo, once today's experiment is successful, he will create the strongest soldier, a peerless soldier who combines all the advantages of the human race, the alien beast, the blood race, and the corpse race.

Dr. Mo's eyes were still fanatical, but his heart calmed down, no other emotions were allowed in the experiment, although today's experiment was simple, but the meaning was different.

From a purely scientific point of view, Dr. Magic is a brilliant scientist.

When Dr. Mo was doing experiments, he didn't like to be disturbed by others, and of course he was taboo from being disturbed.

Dr. Mo pressed a button on the test table, and then spewed out some unknown air and sprayed it on Zimo's body, Zimo felt that the blood in his body stopped flowing, and his body began to be cold.

Doctor Mo was holding a tube of reagent, and inside was that blue, thrilling blue, as if it was the same blue reagent that Yan Haoran wanted, didn't this damn potion say that there was no successful test?

Yan Haoran is from the future and knows how to use the potion without side effects, but this crazy old man doesn't know, at least not now.

Damn bastard, it's really a man-made knife, I'm a fish and meat, Zimo sighed in his heart.

The blue potion was injected into Zimo's body by the old man with a needle, Zimo's originally cold body felt an explosive energy being injected, and the blood in the body, which had stopped flowing, kept boiling, as if the cells in the body were beginning to tear.

Rumble.

Zimo felt the sound of an explosion in his brain, and then began to buzz, and it felt like a bomb had been thrown into his body, and if he was not careful, it would explode.

The whole body is torn and uncomfortable, and that feeling is like the body being divided by five horses, no, it is ten thousand horses.

Zimo felt that the next moment, he might die immediately, and he couldn't help but let out a scream, that kind of pain was the pain that directly tore the soul, as if the soul had become pieces and was torn apart.

Dr. Mo looked at Zimo, and the number of instruments on the laboratory table kept beating, "Come on." If you can't even carry this step, then you are not worthy of being my material. ”

Of course, Dr. Mo would not be kind enough to worry about Zimo, he was just worried about whether the experiment would fail.

This is only the first step of the experiment, and if this step fails, then how to conduct the subsequent experiments.

"Shut up...... Yours...... Stinky mouth! Bastard old man. ”

Zimo's body continued to tremble, cold sweat had already appeared on his head, and he scolded this sentence tremblingly.

It felt like he was going to be killed, and it was the worst way to die in the wasteland.

I don't know how long it took for Zimo's trance-like consciousness to regain it.

Seeing this scene, Dr. Mo couldn't help laughing, "It's really a tough material, and it can still stay awake and scold me under the stimulation of drunken dreams and death." However, it is better that way so that the experiment can continue. ”

"That bottle of blue potion is called drunken life and dream death, is there any use?" Zimo's lips were already blue, but he couldn't help but ask.

Doctor Mo smiled, "Thank me, material, that's the potion I just developed, and you're the first to succeed in experimenting." The kid who caught you even blackmailed a copy, which is not so easy to take advantage of. ”

Doctor Demon said, "I prefer to call this potion purgatory, and only by experiencing the pain of purgatory can you be successfully reborn. Have you ever felt that all aspects of your body's abilities have begun to improve, and as long as this potion persists, it will accelerate the potential for evolution. ”

"Congratulations, material, you're the first experimenter to survive it, the previous ones, they've all exploded into a mess of minced flesh."

This damn madman, what this means is that if you can't hold on, you'll explode into a piece of minced meat.

I never wanted to kill someone so much for a moment.

This madman can't kill him a hundred times.

A syringe appeared in Dr. Mo's hand again, and in this syringe was a green potion, and Zimo always felt that he had seen this kind of green energy fluctuation somewhere.

Doctor Mo explained, "This is a Pandora potion extracted from the corpse clan's body, and it is also the source of the corpse clan's strength, so continue to enjoy it." The potion just now is to improve your immunity so that you don't mutate. ”

I'll fuck you.

Zimo had already used all the swear words he had learned in the wasteland on the Demon Doctor's body, greeting his eighteenth generation ancestors.

I know that this madman is not so kind, to develop his potential and accelerate his evolution, just to inject himself with this corpse elixir, so that he can resist this potion.

The corpse elixir, mutation, is not a good thing when you hear it.

Zimo doesn't have to think about it, what will he become if this syringe is injected, he is not human, he is not a corpse, he is a half-corpse, so is he still a pure human being?

It's a pity that no matter what Zimo's idea is, it's useless, and now he is locked on the experimental bench and can't even move.

He could only watch as the madman old man injected the corpse potion into his body.

(To be continued.) )