The air in the entire laboratory seemed to freeze at this moment, and the incomparable shock made all the experimenters feel dry and speechless.

Did this guy just come out of the console?

How？？？

The self-proclaimed erudite brains can barely process the information fed back by the eyes, and the scene before them seems to shatter the scientific worldview they have built up through years of painstaking study and study, and it is smashed to pieces with a hammer called "hanging ratio".

Of course, the man in white was also petrified at that moment. At the same time, he was also aware of the huge lack of his own intelligence, and no one had ever reminded him of the ability to track against the sky such as drilling network cables before.

But his on-the-spot response is indeed much faster than that of this group of experimenters, and his psychological quality is also better. The man in white gritted his teeth at this moment, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and without thinking, he suddenly took out a few strange spherical objects, and threw his hand towards the figure that emerged from the console and the light on his body had not yet dissipated.

Collapse grenade!

It is a technology from the Apocalypse, which has been used by the thugs of the International Gang before. It can open a small singularity and explode a spatial rift within a limited range, and everything that touches that realm will inevitably be swallowed up.

However, I saw the figure of the person surrounded by brilliance, and it only flashed like an illusion.

For a moment, it flickered as if the scenery was distorted, and when I fixed my eyes again, Ultraman was still in place, as if he had never been anywhere. However, the man in white's eyes widened and kept throwing motions, but what he threw was nowhere to be seen.

Man in White: "? ”

What about my collapsed grenade?

How do you say that if you don't have it, it's gone?

The next second, I heard a rumbling sound coming from outside the room. This was followed by a shrill scream, accompanied by the sound of crumbling steel structures and gunfire.

It was the guard room next door to their lab, and it was a group of fighters they had recruited.

He immediately figured out this terrifying fact.

At the moment before the grenade was detonated, the grenade was thrown into the next room at a super high speed, and then it shook back as if nothing had happened. When he slowly stood still, the grenade detonated next door.

This is obviously faster than the Kryptonians they have collected. No, it's not just fast. At this speed, they also seem to be more free and casual than Kryptonians.

This immediately discouraged him from any attempt to attack.

"Clever." Shen You glanced at the group of researchers around him who raised their hands in surrender and nodded, "Kaizan Gamorrah, right?" I just searched a little on the way here, and you're such a celebrity. ”

The place was originally called Reracia, and it was a garbage dump run by drug traffickers and gun smugglers. But a few years ago, an iron-fisted reformer named Kaizan Cammora took over and within a few years brought its economic recovery to the upper reaches of the world.

He even renamed it "New Cammora", which was very arrogant and arrogant.

"It's almost impossible to normally say what New Cammora has achieved over the years, and no one knows how you did it. But now it seems, I guess you might have gotten some outside help, right? Shen You said.

As if knowing that there was no way out in front of the other party, Kai sighed.

"Well, you won. Yes, I did get some help from outsiders. But what choice do I have? I'm just thinking about this place where I was born and raised, and I want the people to live better.

The machine race is just trying to collect some Kryptonian data, because we are really curious about the secret of the power of the Kryptonians, the top existence on this planet. But that's all, we didn't think to hurt anyone.

If you insist that someone is responsible for this, then come at me. My people and my army have nothing to do with it."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Shen You's right palm flick, and a light bullet shot out from his fingertips. Kaizan's pupils shrank, and before he even had a chance to exclaim, the fiery energy flew past his cheeks.

There was a thud, and the heavy alloy walls of the laboratory were blasted open. When Kaizan turned his head sluggishly, he saw a huge hole behind him, and black smoke was emitting from the intertwined steel structure.

"You," Kaizan looked at him in horror.

"The anti-see-through material of the unknown element, I guess it's a pretty good design of Apocalypse Technology, but you don't think I can't even see that there's a secret door hidden there, right?"

"No, not over there," Kaizan looked flustered.

The lab is only superficial at the moment, and there is something else hidden in the depths. Even Kaizan's attitude of admitting his mistake just now was just a pretense, just to make Shen You ignore other secrets and not ask more.

But Shen You could hear every breath he had, every heartbeat. He can hear the slightest nuances and know what lies behind every sentence.

No one can lie in front of him.

When Shen You flew into the hole and entered the back, he found that there was a much more open room hidden behind it. There was no light source, and the darkness was unobserved—of course it made no difference to him.

So as soon as he entered, he found something hidden in this room. Or rather, creatures.

The red eyes lit up in turn, locking his position from all sides. Each pair of eyes was hidden in some kind of vessel, a glassware like a culture pod, filled with a golden liquid. Inside each training cabin was some kind of pale and hideous humanoid creature, without half a hair on the whole body, looking at him coldly through the cultivation cabin.

It only takes one glance for Shen You to recognize it. Those are clones. If you can call it "human".

In the early planning stages of the training, it should have been "human", but apparently the process was not very smooth. Immature technical mistakes have resulted in what comes out differently than expected, becoming these uncomfortable, twisted creatures.

And through the epidermis, in terms of more microscopic vision, Shen You recognized where these things came from and what they were supposed to become.

They are born from genetic fragments of Kryptonians.

They were supposed to be Kryptonians.

"I see, that's what you want. The machine race in the Divine Girl's body, and the experimental tests that interfered with her abilities, were all for this purpose."

"Not bad." Kaizan also changed his previous flustered attitude, and said coldly, "Although it didn't have to be like this, since you insisted on opening this door and saw this.

That's a pity, Ultraman. It looks like your days on Earth are coming to an end."

Bang bang!

It was the sound of all the pods being shattered together.

Cracked glass, splashed liquid. The white monsters poked out one after another, and the golden culture liquid was sprinkled all over the ground.

"An army of Kryptonian clones, that's your best idea?"

Shen was amused.

"Can't you careerists be a little more imaginative?"

(End of chapter)