Alan Brandt woke up from a coma, and she slowly opened her eyes, surrounded by a frightening silence. Her eyes slowly and heavily circled up and down, left and right in her sockets, and her drowsy mind was completely awake and all consciousness was restored.

It's an extremely empty and vast space.

Under Alan Brandt's gaze, the space is cylindrical, and the walls are not flat and smooth, but have been precisely cut like standard doors, and the layers are stacked together to create a neat and aesthetically pleasing cutting line.

The soft light lit up above the doors, surrounding the layers, and Alan Brandt, dressed in a white hospital gown, squinted his eyes and looked at the highest place, but all he could see was that little light, and the indissolvable darkness at the top.

Alan Brandt felt a little panicked in his heart, or in other words, people would feel inexplicably panicked in this kind of empty, vast and silent and mysterious space. Especially if she's alone.

She propped her arms on the floor and wanted to sit up, but her whole body felt inexplicably sore, and after a few efforts, she finally gave up in despair. She didn't know how she felt powerless, a feeling she hadn't felt since she had been injected with the virus and had endured it with amazing willpower and adaptability.

She began to think about why she was here, she thought of the appearance of Mon O Storm, of the two biochemical weapon tyrants, of her final coma, and finally of her current situation.

Her mind began to flicker with thoughts and speculations, guessing where this was and where she was. The Desperate Virus began to become active in her body at her call, which made her secretly happy in her heart.

No matter where she is at the moment, what kind of crisis she has. As long as the power given to her by the Desperate Virus remains, she feels that she doesn't need to be afraid. She had never felt for a moment that the Desperate Virus could give her such a sense of security and loyalty.

This feeling is comparable to the feeling at the moment when the desperate virus brought her back to life!

But soon, she realized that something was wrong, the power that had just been filled in her body and the energy brought by the active Desperate Virus. In the disappearance like a tide, she even had an invisible black hole under herself, constantly devouring her power.

Alan tried a few more times, but each time she didn't have time to feel the fullness of the power that had just come up, and the power immediately left her, making her body and chest as empty as the empty building in front of her.

Airplanes!

The floor shook suddenly, and Alan Brant could clearly feel it rising, and she twisted her neck. She looked around again, looking at the enclosed space that gave her a heavy sense of oppression.

She watched as the floor rose like an elevator, over the cutting lines marked with tiny numbers. When this ascent stopped, it was smooth and flat, and the cylindrical wall, which looked like a monolithic, suddenly revealed a gap.

An inconspicuous gap compared to this empty and large building.

Then, Alan Brandt saw Meng Ao.

The sound of footsteps near and far stopped beside Alan Brandt, and followed. It was Meng Ao's cordial greeting.

"Is she okay?"

"Her body is normal."

The slightly immature voice of the white queen sounded in the empty space, with a slightly empty echo.

"Give her a change of position. It's not good to have a lady lying on the floor and talking to me. Meng Ao clapped his hands and ordered.

"As you wish."

After the white queen's voice fell silent, Alan Brandt's body suddenly covered with a circle of black lines like cobwebs, and then the floor on which she was lying separated from the whole floor, and stood upside down, so that after this change, she was lying on her face, parallel to the standing Meng Ao.

The whole floor here. It's all one circle and another loop, and what binds Alan Brandt is a solid circle with a diameter of about three meters.

"Where is this?"

Alan Brandt looked at Meng Ao in front of him and asked. She was keenly aware of the mystery of this place, as if it were some secret base.

"That's a good question." Meng Ao grinned, "I don't need to answer, but given the openness I expect next." So I can answer you. This is the Tyrant's Nest, a biochemical arsenal that produces mass-produced tyrants. I've been busy here lately. ”

"Tyrant Arsenal?"

Once again, Alan Brandt looked around at the dark dome that was not in sight.

"Yes, do you want to observe the production process? In fact, there is nothing to see, this is a special building with a lot of enclosed nutrition cabins. Those enclosed pods are filled with special bionutrient solutions, and while my analogy may not be so accurate, you can think of them as carriers for the birth of biochemical embryos. ”

"The basement of the building is the matrix tyrant I have created and concocted. It is able to provide the corresponding genes to these enclosed, nutrient chambers filled with special nutrient solutions. The productivity is not too high. But given that it's a first-generation product, I can't pray for more. ”

"Of course, there are other uses for it. And as I've recently upgraded it drastically, it's in the midst of a slumbering self-evolution. ”

Meng Ao said, looking at Alan Brandt with a smile, spreading his hands and continuing, "As an outsider who has nothing to do with Storm, you should be the first to know about this. You see, I'm being honest. ”

Alan Brandt struggled for a moment, the scorching heat of the Desperate Virus only flickering on her for a moment, and was soon thinned by the black cobwebs covering her body, and it left her again. Meng Ao, who saw Alan Brandt's move, shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"Struggle is meaningless, and a qiē can be in this cobweb and the circular prison table are illusory. If I wanted to, I could make you not even have the strength to speak, or I could make you not even have the body and energy to stay awake. I once built a supernatural prison for S.H.I.E.L.D. using Black Emperor Sebastian Shaw's genes. ”

"Now you still have the body and energy to stay awake, you can still move your limbs, you can struggle, you can talk and you can think, this is the reason why I am not so you."

Meng Ao paced leisurely in front of Alan Brandt's eyes: "The information in my hand shows that you are a member of Adridge Killian's core team, and you know a lot of his deeds, a lot of habits, a lot of personality traits, and the strength of his connections. For the sake of all the things I've been honest with you, be open and honest with me about what I want to know. ”

Of course, Meng Ao won't mention his openness, which means nothing to Alan Brandt, who can't leave here and can't reveal it to anyone in the outside world. And Meng Ao's general explanation that does not involve technology makes these even if they are revealed, they will not have the slightest impact on Storm and Meng Ao. (To be continued......)

PS: PS: After this chapter is written, I think it's a bit floating......