Below the laboratory, the terrifying monsters bound by layers seemed to hear the sound of glass breaking.
It abruptly raised its head and looked towards the observation room, its blood-red eyes bursting with astonishing brilliance like gems.
[Rand—]
It opened its mouth and made a sound that only sirens could hear.
And Rand responded to it completely instinctively.
[Munster - here I am...]
After hearing Rand's response, Munster was excited. In the transparent hose you can clearly see that its blood has become bluer and almost black, and its dull scales start to grow back in an instant, the old cuticle is peeled off, and the new scales emit A jewel-like luster.
It tried its best to make itself look better, but strictly speaking, it didn't have much effect. The effective substances stripped from its body made its current appearance close to that of the native species: the kind covered with scales, with Four-eyed ugly fish.
Well, anyway, Munster finally made sure that his face was as beautiful as ever, and from the neck down, Rand could only see the layers of scars and calluses.
Rand didn't care what it looked like now.
In fact, even Rand himself was a little surprised. Munster is really not so beautiful now, but he somehow feels that he has a special affinity for its appearance...
Of course now is not the time to worry about that.
The real worry goes far beyond Munster's appearance—it's the pulse cannon on top of the lab.
At the moment when the impact-resistant glass shattered, the originally cold and inorganic white light turned red and began to flicker. The siren that rang through the building shrilly hovered in everyone's ears.
And with Rand's hearing, he could even clearly hear the footsteps of the Poseidon troops getting ready to go down a few floors...
The pulse cannons began to emit high-frequency electrical noises, and they swirled, the muzzles aimed at the observation chamber.
But then, half of the muzzle was aimed at the other side - Munster on the ground was struggling frantically, trying to break free from the restraint. There was a distinct hum from the hoses and the silver ball pump, which was running at maximum power, diluting and breaking down Munster's blood.
After all, they were specially made instruments to detune Munster, so that Munster couldn't break free under such a massive struggle. Rand was even more heartbroken. Even though his memory was vague, Rand knew instinctively in his heart that his Munster was by no means a monster so weak that even the damn hose couldn't get rid of it.
It should be more headache... more powerful...
"Boom—"
Behind Rand, the metal door to the observation room was violently blasted open.
Rand turned his head sharply, countless black muzzles filling his field of vision.
"Drop your weapons, Rand Sivers!"
A stern voice growled.
Rand blinked.
"I, have no weapons."
Rand said in a low voice, at the moment when the voice fell, he was a little surprised to see that the faces of the machine-like Poseidon special forces members began to turn blue.
He didn't realize he was emitting infrasounds. Although he has no weapons, every time he speaks, it will cause the internal organs of the human beings to resonate.
"Rand Sivers! Calm down!"
The doctor stepped out of the crowd with a sallow face, and he said to Rand tremblingly.
"If you continue to attack, we will have to take measures!"
The scene that the doctor really didn't want to see actually happened. Even with the strictest training, the doctor can't control his hostility now.
"attack?"
Rand frowned. He turned his head and looked at Munster, who was struggling with the blood pump, through the cracked glass window. A red light flashed in his pupils.
"I'm not attacking, it's you, you've been hurting us."
Rand said.
Before he knew it, he called the Siren experiment, Munster, and himself, collectively "we".
Perhaps because of the lack of memory, Rand has become so vague about his past as a human, and new memories fill his soul. Those memories of "monsters" are filled with blood and pain. clear.
Rand's meekness deceives the deep whites, who think Rand Sivers can handle the emotions of the stuff, like a paper shredder shredding unwanted documents, or a washing machine washing away clothes Stains... They didn't think of Rand as one of their kind, but they forgot that this dark-haired, pale youth was not a machine. The memory fragments and mental torrents passed from the experimental body affected Rand's soul invisibly.
Rand faced Poseidon's muzzle and glanced at Munster again, those spherical pumps still running.
It's not going to go on like this, Rand thought bitterly, he has to make it stop.
Then, Rand closed his eyes, just like he had done countless times before, he started "god wandering", but this time what he needed to invade was not a single individual, but... an astonishingly large "group" ".
At the same time, on the ground floor of the Deep White Biological Headquarters Building, a staff member responsible for manipulating the incinerator found the same thing.
The "elevator" cables that fell from the top of the building were shaking, and the silver metal boxes full of experimental trash creatures were hanging from the bottom of the cables and swaying slightly. From behind the heavy metal panels came the impossible "pop".
"What the hell is this doing?!"
Jeff, our incinerator operator spat and frowned as he operated the robotic arm and moved the metal box to the "waiting area". Next door to the waiting area, an enclosed incinerator is burning the last batch of biowaste biomass.
"Bang bang bang-"
The pounding sound from the inside of the metal box became louder and louder.
As a rule, laboratories deactivate biological waste before throwing it into the incinerator. They will use poison, electric shock or other means to kill this group of hapless and disgusting little creatures, and the incinerator It should be "corpses" not "creatures" that are responsible for dealing with them. But in Jeff's opinion, everything went wrong today. I don't know which brat even brought the living biological waste here.
When experiencing extremely high temperature, the siren test body may also erupt with explosive force that did not show before, they may hit the incineration box, cause the box body to deform, and finally get stuck in the incinerator. It's a nightmare for the low-wage and dirty workers in the incinerators. You know, if the incinerator can't be used for one day, it means that a large number of biological waste corpses are piled up in the waiting area, and even the biological waste under the Siren test, they will rot... The smell is simply unbearable.
Jeff couldn't help swearing when he recalled several accidents that he had had in the past.
He donned the exoskeletons that the company had given them—they looked as clunky as robotic villains crawling out of a 1940s sci-fi movie, with clumsy armor covering their bodies, followed by a long power cord. Also connected to the power line is the electric fork that Jeff's manipulator is holding. After a while, he had to open the opening of the incinerator, get the damn, living biological waste experimental body out, use an electric fork to end its lingering life, and then throw that thing in.
Jeff has done this a few times, and he is a rare skilled worker in the incineration area.
"Bang bang... bang bang... "
The sound inside the metal box became louder and louder.
"Hey baby, be quiet, how about daddy make you quiet..."
Jeff let out a disgusting laugh, and then he operated the manipulator, opening the metal gate.
He should have seen countless creatures—birds, mice (which are the most numerous), dogs, monkeys... The deformed corpses of these creatures, but now, he saw countless red dots.
Those red dots flickered in the dark metal box, and it took Jeff a long time before he suddenly realized that those red dots were eyes.
"What the hell is..."
Jeff pursed his lips, and his hair was cold from his back—the creatures in this whole metal box were, perhaps, alive.
He instinctively wanted to close the metal gate, but a white "fountain" spewed out of the gate.
Countless corpses, with mucus and wet tentacles... Those terrifying test subjects who should not have appeared in the human world, as if they were cursed by the devil, rushed out frantically.
Even Jeff's mask was soaked with mucus, and something's tentacles slid like worms across his smooth mask.
Those creatures flexibly fled along the ground and walls, and all the places you could see were their wriggling figures.
Dense, overwhelming.
Jeff almost screamed, and he operated the exometallic skeleton trying to get back to the staff area, where he could press the emergency button, and then a laser rain column would be sprayed above the waiting area, which could easily destroy the group. Small things cut into one centimeter squares, titled charred corpses.
But before he took two steps, the metal skeleton made a sigh-like noise, and then remained motionless in a ridiculous posture.
Jeff was horrified to see the light on the screen turn grey after a flicker—
He twisted his body with difficulty, and the sight in front of him made him tremble.
Tiny, considered useless biological waste is cluttering the power lines of the exometallic skeleton. Their teeth, far better than real rodents, were nibbling at the casing of the power line. The cable quickly turned into a loose ball of wire.
"No no no no… "
Jeff just kept repeating as if delirious.
It's all like a nightmare.
Under his extremely terrified gaze, the group of tiny creatures climbed up the elevator cables. Their squeaks, which had been very light just now, resounded throughout the burning area like an ensemble.
And half a minute later, Jeff's eyes suddenly became pitch black.
power cut.
Those damned biological garbage gnawed at the wires, and they gnawed very thoroughly, ten seconds passed, twenty seconds passed, thirty seconds...
The backup cable never starts up.
The darkness around Jeff was like the abyss of hell.
And, when he realized it, he found that the rustling noise that small creatures had when they were crawling had disappeared. There was silence all around him except for the sound of his own heavy breathing.
"Snapped-"
Something sticky dripped on Jeff's head.
He tentatively touched the top of his head.
In the darkness, in the gaps in his exometallic skeleton, countless tiny red lights lit up.