Chapter 37 Unpredictable Mutations (Second Update Today)

"Doctor, I think you'd better go and see with me now." Peter pulled Dr. Connors to the observation room of the in vivo experiment indiscriminately.

The iron cage used to keep the two mice in the laboratory has been destroyed. There was a mess on the table, and bloodstains could still be vaguely seen.

And Gwen stood aside and seemed a little frightened and stable. "Doctor, I think you'd better look at this first!" Peter came to the side with a somewhat puzzled Dr. Connors.

The corpse of the little white mouse has been lying there quietly. Next to it is a lizard that has always been rat-like. This mouse-shaped lizard is five times larger than the average guinea pig.

Thick leg muscles, sharp claws and blood-red eyes are warning others that it is not easy to mess with!

"Oh my God! What is this!" Dr. Connors said in surprise. The rat-shaped lizard was kept in a stronger iron cage, which is typically used for larger animals, such as wolf dogs and the like.

"This is a white mouse we tested before." Peter's tone seemed a little low. "Just now he suddenly mutated and became like this."

"The power became bigger, stronger. And more bloody, it killed its own comrade." Peter's words made Dr. Connors strike like lightning. "Doctor I think our experiment failed."

"Oh~." Dr. Connors groaned in a low voice, suddenly thinking of the serum that Tim took away. "My God, I have to stop him!"

"Stopping what? Doctor?" Peter didn't understand what Dr. Connors was talking about.

"Tim, he took a serum for human testing." Dr. Connors strode towards his office while explaining to Peter.

"What? How dare he! Our live animal experiments have not been successful!" Peter felt an unprecedented anger, and this serum had his participation in it.

If innocent people are killed because of this serum, then he is also responsible!

"I'm Dr. Connors to pick up Mr. Tim." Dr. Connors dialed the platform of the company's switchboard.

"Sorry Dr. Connors, Mr. Tim is in a board meeting and can't answer your call yet." It was Tim's secretary who answered the phone.

"Tim hasn't left Osborne House?" Dr. Connors breathed a sigh of relief. "When will the meeting end?"

"This is not clear, because the hearing time is not fixed. If you have anything to do with Mr. Tim, I will call you back when Mr. Tim comes back," the secretary said.

"Okay, thanks. Be sure to let me know when Tim gets back. You tell him Dr. Connors has something very important for him." Dr. Connors hung up the phone.

"How is the doctor?" Peter asked beside him. "Tim hasn't had time to leave the company, thank goodness it's finally." Both Dr. Connors and Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

But they didn't know that the dangerous serum was on its way to the disabled veteran's hospital.

In the private hospital of the Steinich family, Chameleon Reed finally woke up today. Both Blue and Smith who got the news came to the hospital.

It is not as simple as visiting Reed when the two come to the hospital. For these mercenaries who only recognize money, their partners are very important, but they are not inseparable. If you die, you can put one on your tombstone. A flower is a best friend.

"That kid called Nightcrawler has the ability to fight in the smoke." Reed's first sentence when he saw the two of Blue was to reveal Li Jie's ability.

"He's very cunning, and they're not two but three." Reed's voice was a little weak just after waking up. "There was this weird guy in a red tights who was able to spot me in hiding."

"It can also spray something like spider silk, which can entangle people. The speed is also very fast." Reed said laboriously. "And the most powerful one is the Nightcrawler. He killed more than 30 good hands with weapons by himself. He is also very good at throwing knives and fighting skills."

"The average mutant, even if he has great power, may not be able to beat him. He seems to have undergone special training. He is a mutant warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles!" Reed's last sentence almost Grit your teeth.

After all, Reed almost died in Li Jie's hands, and the hatred for Li Jie is very big. And she said that Li Jie was a battle-hardened fighter. After all, he died so many times in the training space and gained a lot of combat experience. The only thing that is not correct is that Li Jie is not a mutant.

Blue and Smith looked at each other silently, and both found the worry in the other's eyes. "It seems that the Staneich family still needs to pay a little more." Blue touched his chin and said expressionlessly.

In the Bronx, New York, this place is known as Hell's Kitchen. It's the highest crime rate in the country, and it's not one of them.

This is where African Americans and Latinos live and has one of the highest unemployment rates in New York. There are large tracts of undeveloped wasteland here, which is unbelievable in New York where the land is expensive.

Because there are frequent arson cases and even bombings here. Brooklyn's criminals are like little brothers here.

Even the worst gangsters are too lazy to come to this area to develop, because there is absolutely no oil and water to fish here, and the residents here may even take away the drugs, drugs and even weapons of the gangsters.

This place is so scary! The New York-area Disabled Veterans Hospital is located in this area. The hospital is sponsored pro bono by the Osborne Group, which has extensive partnerships with the military.

At the same time, all the expenses of the hospital are also paid by the Osborne Group. In this way, the Osborne Group has helped itself gain a good reputation for being charitable and patriotic and supporting the army.

And the inside of this hospital is full of unspeakable transactions, but little is known about it. Chameleon Reed was a patient here, and there are many of his former comrades.

They once fought blood for this country, but they have nowhere to go after losing their use value. I can only watch myself here on the verge of death, gradually dying. Or become a wooden man who no longer uses his mind.

Many were pushed into the hospital's special consultation room on the third basement floor, and many never came back. People here have stopped thinking about what is there.

They are a group of people abandoned by society and the country, like a lump of dirty garbage, their appearance will only stain this country. No matter how brave they were before, they brought freedom and peace to this country.

This is the profit-seeking nature of capitalism, and it is also the ugly face of politicians and those big capitalists.

"Doctor Sean, this is what Mr. Tim asked me to give you." Tim's assistant Rainey came to the special consultation room on the third basement floor of the hospital and handed the suitcase to Dr. Sean.

It wasn't the first time Rainey had done this kind of thing, and he knew exactly how to do it. Dr. Sean must have known what Mr. Tim needed to do.

All Rainey had to do was hand him things, and he didn't need to know what Dr. Sean was going to do.

After handing things over to Dr. Sean, Rainey nodded to the doctor and left the hospital. The rest only requires communication between the doctor and the boss.

A good assistant should be tight-lipped about the boss. The best way to keep your mouth shut is to let yourself know as little as possible, and even if you know, pretend you don't know.

Dr. Sean was a white man in his forties, cruel and cold-blooded. Healing the sick and saving people is just work for him, and work requires pay.

Sorry, Dr. Sean won't work without adequate pay. Such cruel doctors are not welcome in regular hospitals. But it's in need at this Osborne Group-funded disabled veterans hospital.

Because this doctor doesn't care about medical ethics or the oath he made when he was studying medicine. All he needs is money!

"Zord, this is the best chance in your life." Dr. Sean took the serum to the operating room in the special consultation room.

On the operating table lies a disabled soldier, whose degree of disability is moving. Both legs and left arm were blown off during the mission.

The only remaining right arm also showed signs of muscle atrophy. It is a miracle that the soldier named Zod is still alive.

"Doctor, can I really recover my body?" The veteran named Zod also contained an unyielding desire to survive.

"Of course~ Of course, this is the latest technology of the Osborn Group, which can repair all injuries of human beings." Dr. Sean tried to soften his tone, as if this would make his words more credible.

But he didn't know such a tone, which made his voice even more hypocritical and cunning.

"Get ready for Zod, you will attract your new life. It only takes a while, and your life will never be the same." Dr. Sean slowly injected the serum into Zod's blood.

The pale blue serum came into play in Zod's wistful eyes.

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