Cliff, tied to the operating table, looked around uneasily, his eyes rolling.

The operating room is not very large, just an operating table and a few cabinets not far away.

If there are a few more people in the operating room, it will feel very crowded.

"You know, we've long since found out that it's you who works for M."

On Aikawa's face with a smile on his skin, there was no second expression other than "laughing".

And his empty eyes made Cliff's heart stop.

"You... What are you talking about? Why can't I understand? ”

Cliff also wanted to quibble.

"You don't have to deny it."

Aikawa looked condescendingly at Cliff tied to the operating table and shook his head.

"What if you're a spy? After receiving Divine Charism, you are our "fellow man" and it is not your consciousness. The power of God binds us together! ”

Aikawa walked out of the operating room, leaving only Cliff, who had fallen into the fear of the unknown.

Aikawa's words made him extremely uneasy.

He knew that G cells must have powers that he didn't know existed.

Damn it, those people must know this, but they just don't tell themselves.

Just to let yourself know the true secrets of Godzilla God Cult and tell them!

At this moment, Cliff had a feeling of betrayal.

Those people didn't care about his life or death at all, for them, they were a tool.

There is only the difference between what works well and what doesn't!

If he can get out alive this time and tell him everything he has seen, it will be a useful tool to live longer.

And if he can't satisfy the above, he'll definitely be cleaned up!

At this moment, he thought a lot.

Go on a spy mission and now he just wants to live!

But the question is, what the hell is that G-cell surgery!?

Is it really possible to turn people into half-humans, half-ghosts?

As Cliff waited, a group of men who had wrapped themselves tightly walked in.

Looking at the way these people are dressed, they look like doctors and researchers.

Each of them was carrying a plate, and due to the angle, he couldn't see what was on it.

And this just added to his fear.

"Don't worry, we have performed this kind of surgery more than once, and the surgeries of high-ranking people like you God Sect have all undergone special treatment, and the success rate is very high."

A white coat looked down at Cliff, who was tied to the operating table and had no power to resist.

"Let's get started."

There is no need for too much communication, they are already very familiar with the operation, and this time they just need to follow the process.

Therefore, they were calmer than Cliff, who was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out.

"Subject is too nervous, so let's inject a tranquilizer first."

"Wait ······"

Cliff was just about to speak, when he became in a trance, and in a daze, he saw that the white coats had injected a lot of things into his body······

"G cells have been injected ······"

"There is a rejection reaction, and a neutralizer is injected."

"Increase the dose!"

At the other end, Aikawa, with a disgusting smile, was standing in front of a one-way glass, looking at Cliff, who was undergoing surgery.

At this point, if Cliff had been sober, he would have been scared out of the world!

Because at this time, there was no good skin on his body, and the bloody muscle tissue under the skin was exposed!

His skin, immediately after the injection of G cells, was torn, and in some places the skin even began to decay.

These white coats were not surprised by this, as if they had seen them more than once, and calmly cut off the rotten skin.

"The first stage of the transformation is complete, the rejection reaction has disappeared, and the second stage of surgery is next!"

The skin of his whole body is gone, but Cliff's vital signs are very healthy, or "strong"!

And this has to be blamed on G cells.

After several years of experiments, they finally mastered the technology of human modification of G cells.

Cliff is undoubtedly a very fortunate man, because the risks of surgery have been minimized.

Coupled with the specially modified G cells, it is difficult for Cliff to die.

But as for what will become after the operation, it depends on what changes will happen to Cliff's body, and no one can guarantee it.

As the second stage of surgery began, tumor after tumor grew on Cliff's muscle tissue and internal organs in addition to the skin.

The lab coats kept injecting Cliff's body with drugs and removing all of the tissue.

In the process, Cliff's appearance became more and more "inhuman".

I'm afraid Cliff never dreamed of what he would become.

When Cliff opened his eyes again, all he saw was a blinding light.

He subconsciously wanted to block the light with his hands.

But in the next second, he saw his hand, as if something was wrong.

Cliff felt that it was more like a claw than a "hand"!

Cliff sat up sharply, observing his body.

"This... This... How is this possible? ”

He became a monster?

"Congratulations, officially become a member of us, rejoice, you will witness history!"

At this moment, a familiar voice rang in Cliff's ears.

"Aikawa ······"

"That's right, it's me."

Cliff turned his head and saw the same disgusting smile.

"What will become of me?"

Cliff asked, blank in his eyes.

"You're still you, it's just a little bit of a change in appearance."

Aikawa gestured with his white ceramic-like hand.

"Hehe~ Becoming like this, do you dare to say that it is just a little change?"

Cliff scoffed.

"We're really just a little bit different from them."

Aikawa's voice raised slightly, then he missed his body, allowing Cliff to see the people he was holding back.

No, those shouldn't be called "people" anymore.

Rather, one after another, distorted products transformed by Frankenstein, without the slightest human appearance.

But the clothes they wore told him that those people were human!

Cliff should have been terrified, but somehow reacted coldly to these beings, as if nothing more than that.

"They are?"

"It's just a bunch of failures, don't worry too much."

"When did you know I was a spy?"

Cliff asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

"Very early ······"