Seven Hundred Fifty-Two Dark Past

"Ha...ha...ha...ha..." Leaning on the wheel of a deformed and damaged Elland Hill armored vehicle, Burrison, who had turned back into a human form, panted heavily, his whole body was bruised. I didn't have any strength left.

Beside him, the second row leader was sitting there covered in blood, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, with an unlovely expression on his face.

These two people were like gods just now, but now they are exhausted like a dead dog waiting for the end that belongs to the two of them.

"I'm from Allante... I'm a farmer." Burrison managed to recover a bit, fumbled in his pockets, and wanted to find a cigarette to light himself.

The 2nd platoon leader next to him habitually took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one to Burrison as flatteringly as before, and asked, "Will all farmers in Alante turn into werewolves?"

"A year ago..." Burrison seemed to be recalling something, and for him, that was probably the experience he least wanted to recall in his life.

But now, he really wanted to tell someone about his experience. From his point of view, he can't die here anymore. There is no one to share his wonderful life with, right?

So he spoke out, and told a story that he had been hiding all the time, as if telling a story: "At that time, I was still very ordinary. There was no food at home, and my fields were too few."

"Looking at the people around me who joined the army and had a large amount of land allocated to their families, I was also very tempted, so I also signed up, hoping to become a glorious Elland Hill grenadier one day." He said Said while taking the cigarette from the 2nd row leader.

Lighting a cigarette after a big battle is definitely a very enjoyable thing. No matter what kind of war it is, men who can smoke can't help but smoke such a cigarette.

Putting the cigarette in his mouth and taking a deep breath, Burrison continued: "Until that morning, I didn't eat anything. I went to the field hungry to see my crops... There was a car parked When we got to the side of the road, two people came over and asked me if I would like to participate in a scientific research project, and no matter what the result was, they would give our family 20 acres of fertile land.”

The 2nd platoon leader could clearly feel that when recalling this period of time, Burrison's tone was full of regret and bitterness: "I am so excited, my two sons will no longer have to go hungry...so I think I didn't think about it, I signed the contract without consulting my wife."

"Who would have thought that I was dragged into a laboratory and experienced a nightmare that I still tremble with fear when I think about it now." Burrison shrugged his shoulders when he said this: "Those people gave me Drank a lot of weird things that tasted like shit,

Black, brown, like... like a pond polluted with heavy metals, disgusting. "

He was talking about Alan Hill’s magical biological experiments. These bizarre experiments gave birth to many monsters in Alan Hill. When Chris stopped these experiments, the experimental participants in these institutions changed themselves. life.

Burrison is one of them. He is different from the transformation of those problem children. He is a test subject for direct transformation by adults, and it seems that he is still a successful test subject.

"Then some guys came and put some blood in me and I was terrified, but they sedated me and I didn't know anything after that," he said, taking another puff. Yan: "When I woke up again, I saw my own body... soaked in various medicinal liquids."

This memory was something he didn't want to face, and it was also a story that was doomed to be a tragedy to anyone who listened to it: "In the next month or so, I was locked in the room, my whole body was in pain, and I couldn't even feel the pain. Know exactly how you persevered.”

Every time he thinks back to these days, Burison can feel that his body is in pain, and his whole body is in pain: "This pain has lasted for a long time, and I didn't know it until I was able to go to the restaurant. I was not the only one who participated in the experiment, but a whole 3,000 people were the same subjects as me."

"We were allowed to write letters home, but the content of the letters had to be checked repeatedly. We could also get replies from family members. During that time, this was all my hope that supported me." Speaking of here Only then did he gradually relax a bit.

Because he knew that even if those bastards in the lab didn't see him as a person, they did keep their word.

They have prepared a lot of preferential treatment for the families of those who participated in the experiment, including land distribution, amnesty for exempting military service, employment arrangements for children, and a large amount of subsidies...

From this point of view, this is already a very humane cooperation, not a kind of indifference to life.

So, Burrison has no complaints, and he's not even going to call those who experiment with his body jerks.

"Every time, there will be failed experimenters die, and those who have a rejection reaction will turn into bloody corpses. Sometimes, I was eating, and someone screamed and exploded not far away. Come, turn into a mangled beast, and fall to the ground to die miserably."

Such was the frequent occurrence of accidents in those gloomy, dark days. He has seen experimental specimens of half-human and half-beast, as well as various corpses of dead demons or dead monsters.

He'd seen a man with a socket for a magic spar in his body, and he'd seen a child who could swallow a piglet with his mouth open.

Anyway, after seeing the darkest and most terrifying pictures, Burrison has become numb to the extreme. He doesn't want to admit the fact that he has been transformed, he hides in the crowd, pretending to be an ordinary person as much as possible.

"Later, the rejection reaction became less and less, we all became successful test subjects, our senses became more acute, and the mortal body became stronger... Even, as long as we want, we can become half-wolf, half-human Monster battles..."

What can he do? Crying about your tragic experience with others? Blame the world for being unfair to you? Tell everyone that the Elland Hill Empire is not as glamorous as it appears on the surface, and tell others that the high emperor is actually a ruthless executioner?

Stop making trouble, Bo Lisen sneered, shook his head and looked towards the horizon full of gunpowder smoke: "However, now even I don't know whether I am a person or a monster. I dare not I went home to see my relatives, so I signed up here to see who is more like a monster, myself or the devil."

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