pjbooks Chapter 225 The Bizarre Experiment Subject
Chapter 225 The Bizarre Experiment Subject
Inside the cabin of a heavy transport aircraft at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
The roar of the engine was deafening.
Carter stared intently at King Paul VI across from him, his face full of sincerity.
"Sir Paul, if you provide the Vatican's secret methods, I guarantee that the US Congress will do everything in its power to help you rebuild the Vatican. Funds, weapons, personnel—you name it, we'll provide it."
King Paul VI looked up, his clear, almost eerie eyes fixed on Carter.
"By God, the true God is above." Paul VI clasped his hands together, his tone calm. "Strength comes from suffering. Embrace the darkness, abandon reason. Only in the depths of despair can the body be rebuilt."
True God?
Shouldn't it be called the Lord?
Carter paused for a moment, but didn't dwell on the way Paul VI addressed him, and quickly pulled out his recorder.
"How exactly do we do it?"
"Upside down".
King Paul VI remained expressionless.
"Let the blood flow backward, flushing the brain. At the same time, infuse it with the blessings of divine crystals. In extreme pain, loudly praise the true God."
Carter: ? ? ? ?
Do I look like an idiot to you?
Carter frowned upon hearing Paul VI's nonsensical statement.
But when he thought of the powerful Templar Knights of the Papacy, he swallowed his doubts.
"Okay! I've got it!"
Now he has no choice but to trust the old man.
……
At the same time, in the underground base of Raccoon City.
"Pfft!" Lin Fan, who was monitoring the situation, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Lin Jianguo walked over with a teacup in his hand and kicked Lin Fan's chair.
"Hey kid, what are you grinning about all by yourself for?"
Lin Fan pointed to his head.
"I just saw some funny things."
I never expected that old guy to have such an unserious side. I just told him to make up something to fool them, but who would have thought that he'd come up with something like "washing his hair upside down to embrace the darkness"?
Lin Jianguo almost spat out his tea.
"You want him to teach the Americans to do handstands? Do you think those people would believe that?"
"I don't know if you believe me, but I saw that he had already recorded it with a voice recorder."
Lin Fan looked on with emotion.
"When people are desperate, even a straw can be a lifesaver. What's more, this is a 'secret method' personally taught by the Pope."
Lin Jianguo shook his head, his face full of sympathy.
"The United States is incredibly unlucky to have run into a bastard like you."
……
Ten hours later.
The transport plane landed at a secret base in Nevada.
Carter led Paul VI into the laboratory's core area.
The research leader immediately came to greet them.
"Sir, the third batch of test subjects is ready. This time it's ten special forces soldiers, all of whom are elite in physical fitness..."
After hearing this, Carter couldn't wait to speak:
"Start immediately. But this time, change the injection method."
At this point, he couldn't help but glance at King Paul VI again, before finally giving the order to the researchers.
"Hang them upside down. Cancel all pain relief. Inject the maximum dose of energy directly!"
The person in charge was shocked.
"Sir! This will directly destroy their nervous system! The first two batches were destroyed due to energy overload..."
"Execute the order!" Carter shouted sharply.
The person in charge dared not refute and immediately turned to operate the control panel.
Five strong soldiers were suspended upside down in mid-air by a mechanical arm.
Soon, just like before, black mist surged violently into the experimental chamber through the pipes.
Standing behind the bulletproof glass, King Paul VI's eyelids twitched wildly the moment he saw the black mist, and fear filled his eyes.
At this moment, although some of his memories had been altered by the Great Crow, he was still very familiar with the black mist.
This... thing is exactly the same as the black mist on the icon under the church earlier.
How could the US have something like this?
However, just as Paul VI was lost in thought, the black mist that filled the pipes seemed to sense something and trembled almost imperceptibly.
"ah--!"
Hatred was fleeting, and a heart-wrenching scream instantly rang out.
The first test subject lasted only five seconds before exploding into a cloud of blood mist with a "bang".
Immediately afterwards, Number Two, Number Three, and Number Four exploded one after another. Blood smeared the glass.
Carter clenched his fists tightly.
"Could this old guy be lying to me?"
Carter turned sharply to look at Paul VI, wanting to question him.
However, King Paul VI seemed oblivious, muttering something under his breath.
"Sir! Look at number five!" Just then, the person in charge suddenly shouted.
Upon hearing this, Carter abruptly turned his head to look at the experimental chamber.
The last test subject in the experimental chamber was still struggling in pain.
His skin had turned grayish-black, with countless dark red blood vessels writhing wildly beneath it.
But he showed no signs of bursting.
A violent surge of black energy was rushing into his body.
His muscles swelled at a visible rate, and his bones made a teeth-grinding grinding sound.
"Sir, his vital signs are skyrocketing!"
The person in charge stared at the screen. "His muscle density is now more than ten times that of an average person! Cell activity has exceeded the critical value... God... his strength stats are still rising!"
Seeing the last test subject in pain but showing no signs of self-destruction, all the researchers in the observation room stared wide-eyed.
And their faces all showed excitement.
As time went by, the black fog gradually dissipated.
The experimental subject, who had been struggling in agony, stopped struggling.
He hung upside down in mid-air and slowly opened his eyes.
The whites of his eyes were completely black, and his pupils were scarlet.
Seeing this, Carter was so excited that he trembled all over.
"We did it! We finally did it! Put him down!"
Upon hearing his command, the researchers quickly stepped forward to operate the computer, and the robotic arm soon released.
The mutated experimental subject landed steadily.
Carter couldn't wait to walk up to the glass and press the call button.
"Soldier, how are you feeling?"
The soldier inside the experimental chamber cracked his neck, producing a popping sound. He looked up at Carter.
"It feels... better than ever before, sir." The voice was hoarse and had a metallic quality.
Upon hearing the test subject's answer, everyone in the laboratory showed unprecedented joy.
It worked!
They succeeded...
However, no one noticed that when King Paul VI, who was standing to the side, heard the tone of the voice, a look of fear flashed in his eyes.
This is the sound.
This hoarse voice is neither male nor female, neither human nor animal.
It wasn't exactly the same as the voice on the previous icon, but it was pretty much the same.
And it's the same black mist...
What kind of monster did this group of people create?
No one noticed that King Paul VI looked strange. Everyone looked at the test subject in the experimental chamber who could answer questions perfectly, and at his explosive black muscles, they couldn't help but want to try it out.
To test the strength of the experimental subjects,
Staff pushed a 10-centimeter-thick steel plate into the laboratory.
Then open the experimental chamber and order the experimental subject to attack.
The test subject glanced at the steel plate in front of him, and without any preparation, casually threw a punch.
"Thump!"
With a dull thud, the steel plate was punched through, and the test subject's black fist emerged from the other side.
Upon seeing this, everyone in the laboratory could no longer contain themselves and erupted in thunderous cheers.
Carter laughed excitedly and turned around to pat Paul VI on the shoulder.
"Your Excellency! Your secret technique truly works! Our nation, the United States, will now possess an invincible army!"
King Paul VI remained silent, staring at the experimental warrior.
My secret technique works?
I was lying to you guys, okay?
I'm afraid even you yourselves don't know what kind of monster you've created, right?
Of course, King Paul VI wouldn't say this aloud, since Lin Fan's orders to him before he came were to cause trouble.
Now that the Americans have created this monster themselves, it saves them from being exposed.
Meanwhile, inside the experimental chamber.
The soldier pulled out his fist, turned around, and faced away from the researchers outside.
However, the moment he turned around, the expression on his face changed.
His originally cold face was now twisted so that his muscles were pulled out of place, and his mouth stretched all the way to his ears, revealing an extremely exaggerated smile that was completely inhuman.
Those scarlet eyes held no reason, only pure chaos and a destructive urge.
Lin Fan, far away in Raccoon City, clearly perceived this change through his spiritual eyes.
He stroked his chin, unsure, and asked the giant crow in his spiritual sea of consciousness.
"Did you make this thing?"
Within his mind, the Great Crow conveyed a hint of disdain.
It means, "Stop messing around, I have no interest in nurturing these useless trash. Those people are obviously possessed by some other consciousness."
Hearing this answer, Lin Fan was slightly surprised:
"No, is this really just a case of blind cat catching a dead mouse?"
Could it be that washing your hair upside down can actually resonate with something?
Isn't that a bit too far-fetched?
Of course, whether it's nonsense or not is irrelevant now. What Lin Fan wants to know now is whether these Americans will be played to death by the living father he created.
That consciousness that has possessed the soldier is clearly not one to stay put!
……
Time passed slowly, and night gradually fell.
Laboratory, monitoring area.
Researcher David, holding a cup of black coffee, sat in front of his computer, repeatedly watching the experimental videos from the day, intending to make a summary.
On the screen, the image of the successful experimental subject punching through a steel plate was repeatedly played in slow motion.
"It's perfect. The way these muscle fibers are being restructured is simply art," David murmured to himself.
Suddenly, the screen froze for a moment.
David leaned closer to the screen.
The experimental subject in the video was originally facing away from the camera.
But in that split second of pause, his head suddenly turned 180 degrees at an angle that defies the structure of the human cervical spine.
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on David outside the screen.
David was startled and spilled his coffee all over the table.
"Damn it." He quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe the table.
But as he was wiping, he stopped.
His eyes instantly lost focus and became completely empty.
The muscles in his face began to twitch uncontrollably, the corners of his mouth were pulled upwards little by little, and finally froze on a strange smile that was exactly the same as the one on the screen.
David stood up. His movements were as stiff as a puppet's.
He ignored the coffee on the table, walked straight out of the monitoring area, crossed the corridor, and arrived at dissection room number three.
The lights in the dissection room were stark white.
David walked to the operating table. He picked up a sharp scalpel and waved it under the light.
Without any hesitation.
He pointed the blade at his left wrist and slashed down hard.
Fresh blood gushed out instantly.
He didn't let out a scream. As if possessed, he maintained that eerie smile on his face, raised his bleeding wrist, and began to walk on the metal floor.
Blood dripped onto the ground. He wiped the blood away with his toes, drawing twisted, irregular lines.
It was as if some ancient and evil ritual was being performed.
Central control room.
The security captain, a fat man, was munching on a donut, staring idly at dozens of surveillance cameras.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the screen in dissection room number three.
The fat man froze. The donut fell to the ground.
"What is that guy doing?!"
On the screen, David was already deathly pale from blood loss, but he continued to draw blood circles. The entire floor of the autopsy room was stained red with blood.
Even more terrifying, through the surveillance footage, the fat man vaguely saw a black mist gradually forming behind David.
Something's up!
The fat man jolted awake and rushed to the control panel, slapping the red alarm button.
"Ugh—!"
The piercing alarm instantly shattered the tranquility of the laboratory. Red warning lights flashed frantically.
In the dissection room.
David finally exhausted his last bit of strength and collapsed into a pool of blood with a thud.
But he was still smiling.
The black mist slowly condensed, transforming into a phantom shadow...