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575 Special: Beast of Vengeance-2

Standing in front of the prison area, listening to the announcement, the boy clenched his steel-like fist slightly:

Under the long and cruel torture, he could not even remember his name. But everything the man, as his adoptive father, did to him is still vivid in his mind.

However, now is not the time to recall.

He frowned and stared at the dozens of security personnel who were slowly approaching him. The group of people dressed strangely in a consistent manner, all wearing black helmets, red and black bulletproof armor, and holding an improved version of the Tokarev TT-33 pistol.

"Don't shoot, he has our prototype on him. If it breaks, it will be troublesome!"

An old voice rang out from behind the crowd, sounding like a military scientist who had just arrived at the institute today.

Hearing the orders of his superiors, the guards all put away their guns and pulled out the electric baton. The black stick body flashed with white arcs, making a dangerous crackling sound.

"Don't move!"

"Raise your hands!"

The guards around him kept shouting old-fashioned threatening lines. But the boy didn't care at this moment because he had seen a familiar figure through the crowd.

Standing behind the crowd, the blond middle-aged man with an anxious expression was Dr. Kerlov, one of the initiators of the extremely cruel "response to killing experiment".

His identity is the experimental subject of the "response to killing experiment". Seven years ago, his first "death" was caused by this person!

So, what to do is very simple.

Originally, he just wanted to break through the blockade and leave, but now, facing the enemy who had tortured him for seven years, he immediately changed his mind and prepared to take revenge on the spot.

The boy who hadn't spoken for a long time had just recovered his language skills a few minutes ago raised his right hand and pointed it at Dr. Kerlov's face, and said in a speechless manner:

"destroy."

A simple word, if it is said from ordinary people, may only be regarded as a joke. However, after the boy finished speaking, the dozens of guards surrounding him were obviously slowing down.

What shocked them was not this word, but the tone of the boy.

Even though his voice was still very hoarse and his speech was intermittent, everyone could feel the boiling anger and crazy hatred in the boy's chest slowly drifting out of his words.

"revenge."

While speaking, the boy increased the power of his "single-soldier built-in bone prototype" on his body. Then, the severe pain that was bone-breaking instantly flowed throughout his body.

"Oh My God……"

"This is impossible..."

The guards around them made a shocking sound and began to retreat at the same time.

The boy lowered his head with difficulty and watched the changes that occurred in himself:

Several pieces of sharp pale steel broke through the skin on the arms and ribs and pricked out, and blood flowed down from all the bloody places all over the body. Needless to say, I have definitely become a "blood man".

But even with such a level of pain, he did not react much, but just tried to take a step forward.

For him, who had died thousands of times in the "Kill Response Experiment", this pain was still within a tolerable range.

He took one step, and then the second step.

Although the muscles on both legs twitched slightly due to pain, the pace was much more stable than usual with the support of the metal support in the body. The strength of the body was more than twice as powerful as when the killing machine switch was turned on just now.

If I had tried my best before, now I was fully fired and it was no problem to deal with the group of people in front of me.

After confirming his current strength, the young man stepped forward without hesitation and rushed towards Dr. Kerlov.

"Stop, don't move!"

The guards continued to make a strong and cowardly threat, but no one dared to approach this blood-dyeed killing machine.

Until the boy had walked out nearly ten meters, a brave guy finally raided his electric baton from behind and hit the back of the boy's head.

Feeling the howling wind behind him, the boy turned sideways and blocked the attack with his right arm, then kicked the attacker's abdomen violently.

"Bang!"

The sound of something shattering sounded from the guard's body, and red blood spurted out from the breathing hole under the helmet. Before he could even scream, he fell to the ground and curled up and no longer moved.

Seeing this person's fate, the other guards retreated in horror again:

One blow will kill!

Everyone present could see that this kind of power was not something they could bear. Even if they were wearing protective clothing with built-in alloy plates, they would die immediately under the opponent's blow!

Seeing that the guards around him were all looking straight, the boy slowly stopped and said concisely: "Get out."

Hearing this, the dozens of guards who were still aggressive just now scattered like they were granted amnesty, and most of them ran away instantly.

Only a few people were still standing there trying to pull out their guns and shoot, but before they could open the insurance, they saw the boy's figure suddenly disappear and turn into a gloomy light flashing through his eyes.

At the same time, they also had their hands holding guns.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The miserable howling suddenly rang throughout the institute. Several amputated guards fell to the ground and twitched constantly, but the boy did not make up for the last blow. He just continued to strode to the east side of the yard.

It doesn't matter to him whether the guard died or not. There is only one person who must leave his life in this open space.

Looking at Dr. Kerlov who was fleeing backwards in a mess, the boy suddenly accelerated and rushed to the guy in an instant. Then he stretched out his right hand with iron bones and strangled the doctor's neck.

"Uh uh uh..." Dr. Kerlov, who was lifted with one hand, twisted his body in despair.

The face of the person who tortured himself for seven years was right in front of him. The boy resisted the urge to kill him immediately and asked word by word:

"Where is Vincent?"

Even though he could not remember his name clearly, he still clearly remembered his adoptive father's name. During thousands of painful nights, he used his weak fingers to write this name over and over on the wall of the cell, swearing that he would take revenge.

And today is the day of revenge!

"I don't know..." Dr. Kerlov coughed while speaking. But the cough quickly turned into a scream, because the blade stretched out from the boy's left palm had cut off his right arm.

"If you don't say..., I'll cut off your other hand."

The boy who said more tonight than last year finally found his language function and his speech began to become smoother.

"Wait... wait!" Looking at the sharp long blade in the boy's left hand, Dr. Kerlov widened his eyes in horror, and said in anger: "I said, I said! He should be in the main control room! Please, let me go..."

Hearing the doctor's begging for mercy, the boy showed a sarcastic smile on his face:

I still remember when I was tied to the laboratory bench and cried and begged the man to stop, the perverted scientist said, "I'm sorry, this is a work need." Then he continued to conduct a cruel experiment on himself.

But now, the status of the two has changed.

The boy raised the blade in his hand and said a sentence with difficulty, which immediately made the doctor's face dead:

"Sorry, this is... a personal hobby."
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