Chapter 551 Legion
The three expressionless waiters walked towards the three men restraining Deadpool in the hall. Every time they got closer, they felt the same cold-blooded and oppressive feeling that was almost identical to Deadpool's. My hair stood on end when I learned their identities, and at the same time I felt a heavy pressure like a mountain.
The British man shuddered fiercely. The bald man and the priest next to him looked at each other and saw the ugliness on each other's faces. Almost by chance, the bald man who stepped on the head violently stomped Deadpool. The back of the head took advantage of the moment when the monster was dazed and immediately retreated - the reason for them to take action was just to protect themselves. The moment when Deadpool came out of the cage and knocked himself to pieces was the best time to take action. It was actually a big mistake to escape. They might be overtaken and put into danger, but now that the situation has changed, they can no longer act as heroes.
The British man was left alone to support him. He seemed unwilling to let go of Deadpool in his hands for some reason. Under his hands, Deadpool began to twist violently. He stayed in place and wanted to Lifting his foot, he directly disabled one of Deadpool's arms, but after a moment, as if he heard something, the corners of his mouth twitched and he chose to stop, kicking Deadpool on the side of the head and back. Quick retreat.
The moment Deadpool lost his restraints, it was as if his black claws were flexing around him. The air was torn and screamed. If anyone dared to stay within its attack range, they would be disemboweled in an instant. But now the three waiters approaching it were clearly no longer human.
"Destroy Type I products." The petite woman whispered into the microphone.
Her voice was like turning on some kind of switch. The formal clothes of the three waiters were instantly torn apart by the swelling and surging muscles, revealing the fine black skin. The sharp-eyed guests in the crowd immediately saw what kind of skin it was. Those are exactly the same scales as Deadpool! After the petite woman gave the order, these scales expanded from slender black iron hairs to black scales like swords and shields at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The three waiters completed the transformation between humans and deadpools almost in an instant. They remained as silent as death from beginning to end. No one would guess that they were hiding under their formal clothes before they actually revealed their identities. is actually the same monster as Deadpool.
"Compared to Type I products, the physical fitness of Type II products is about 3 to 4 times that of normal humans, and the upper limit is slightly reduced. The reason is that if you want to reduce Deadpool's natural will to kill, you need to start from their complex natural bloodthirsty. Starting from the bloodline, the weakening of the will to kill after the bloodline changes means that the upper limit of strength is reduced, which is inevitable." The petite woman continued to explain into the microphone, "But obviously, the best thing about the Type II product is not It’s not their frenzy and blood thirst, but their complete resignation.”
During the explanation, the three waiters had already taken the place of the three hybrids who had taken the initiative before and silently pounced on Deadpool. Deadpool, who had been imprisoned in the iron cage for who knows how long, chose one of the waiters as a breakout target. He screamed and rushed forward, grabbing the opponent with his hands and feet and contracting the huge force together, as if a group of pythons wanted to strangle the prey's internal organs into a ball of blood foam.
The trapped waiter was completely unaware of the pain. He took out one hand and pinched Deadpool's arm, letting his bones crack and his skin crack and bleed. The other two waiters stepped forward and grabbed Deadpool's two arms. Arm, he forcefully pulled the arm away and then continued to expand the angle, forcefully breaking Deadpool's arm off with a heart-wrenching sound of fracture!
Black blood spilled on the marble floor, like sulfuric acid falling to the ground and beginning to corrode the flat ground. Deadpool screamed in severe pain and opened his mouth to bite the neck of the waiter in front of him. His teeth and black scales rubbed out There were fine sparks, and the two waiters on the side dropped their arms and strode forward. Every step they stepped on the marble floor made a heavy sound. They raised their thick black right arms and smashed them back and forth. On Deadpool's head!
An unpleasant clicking sound was heard. As everyone retreated in fear and exclaimed, Deadpool's head instantly reached ninety degrees to his back. The fangs originally biting the neck of the waiter in front of him flew and stabbed into the ceiling, entangled. The legs that were holding him lost their strength, and the whole broken body fell backwards and hit the ground. It twitched a few times, and the dark golden pupils dimmed completely.
The three waiters stood motionless after getting rid of Deadpool, but the British man who retreated outside the venue keenly noticed that the breathing of the three waiters began to become heavier, and the fangs and claws began to grow. , the bloodthirsty will in his eyes began to rise uncontrollably. This was obviously a prelude to losing control!
But at this moment, someone clapped softly, and crisp applause came from the microphone. The three waiters suddenly stood up straight, and the killing will in their eyes dissipated like a tide, and their faces that had gradually turned ferocious returned to white paper. Indifferently, they turned their heads and walked to the corner of the hall, hiding in the uninvited darkness as the background.
"Type II product." The petite woman who gently lowered her applauding hands said into the microphone. The big white screen behind her lit up again and started playing a new video.
The frightened guests in the hall who had not yet calmed down looked up at the video, and found that it was a white room, and a monster covered in black scales, fangs and claws, which the petite woman had undoubtedly called "Deadpool" before, actually turned out to be honest. Sitting behind a white metal table and manipulating the building block toys on the table under the instructions of the experimenter?
"One of the breakthroughs in the success of 'Leech Potion' is the controllable Deadpool. He has no independent consciousness but has perfect plasticity. He can complete simple commands issued by the transmitter through the command switch. His IQ is about four to five years old, and he can listen. He understands most of the things that are simple and clear, such as killing and protecting. But don’t expect him to help you complete your homework!” At this point, the petite woman told a cold joke, and the building block toys on the table in the video collapsed instantly. Forced to complete complex orders, Deadpool angrily tore out the experimenter's throat, and blood covered the entire camera screen in red for an instant.
"What about the cost? How much does it cost to make this kind of 'Deadpool'?" someone in the crowd asked in a low voice.
Many people looked at the speaker in surprise. It was an old drug lord sitting at the table next to the window. At some point, he had reached the front of the crowd and stared intently at every detail of this unique press conference. After seeing the three ghost-like waiters tearing Deadpool apart coldly, he finally couldn't help but speak.
"Cost?" But the petite woman seemed not to understand the word and repeated it softly.
"Soldiers like this are the killers and bodyguards I dream of. If I want to buy three to five soldiers like this, how much do I need to bid?" The old drug lord completely abandoned his fear and looked straight at everyone who looked at them like crazy. I started negotiating the price with the petite woman.
"I'm sorry, we don't accept single price negotiations for the time being." The petite woman glanced at the old drug lord and shook her head slightly and looked away. This made the originally ambitious old drug lord stunned, his face twisted subconsciously, and he took a step forward to suppress it. Angrily, he whispered, "What do you mean? You display the items without specifying the price. Are you just showing off your skills and strength?"
"The Type II product produced by 'Leech Potion' is stable, controllable, and has no obvious shortcomings. It has been basically completed after a year of testing. Friends who want to bid can start from now on." It's easy to think about, because this is only the second use of 'Leech Potion'." The petite woman did not bother to explain to the old drug lord and continued her own explanation, but the British man in the crowd suddenly seemed to understand something. , glanced at the surrounding hall, and his face began to look ugly.
"Now I'm beginning to feel that Chen Wenwen is in some danger." Su Xiaoqiang, who was hiding in the crowd, said softly with sweat in his hands, "CK, haven't you asked where the missing person is? Something seems wrong here. Woke up."
"There is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to listen to first?" CK's voice sounded in the headset, but it didn't sound optimistic and seemed a bit heavy.
"Good news?" Su Xiaoqiang was startled and said.
"The good news is that I found the missing people, but I didn't see your female classmate."
"Is this still good news?" Lu Mingfei, who was also on the wireless channel, couldn't help but said a little impatiently. Because he was constantly frightened, his mood was beginning to become a little impetuous. There were other big guys in the hall who were in the same situation as him. Some of the guests, all of them, moved uneasily and cast their eyes on one place several times - the door of the hall.
The petite woman on the podium was still explaining the product vigorously, but no one in the audience responded to her voice. It was like she was performing a one-man show, gradually reaching the climax of her performance alone.
Pearl Tower, 40th floor, elevator entrance.
Standing in the elevator and not daring to get out, CK took a deep breath while looking at the terrifying scene in the dark and empty floor, "If you could see what I saw, you would know why I said I couldn't find you. This is good news for my classmates.”
In the huge floor space, densely packed black shadows stand together like a forest. Through the lights of the city outside the window, you can vaguely see that each black shadow has a faint silvery glow flowing on its body. This is the refraction of light by the scales.
Under the light, what appeared in CK's eyes in the elevator were pale and expressionless faces one after another, with their eyes closed, as calm as a newborn baby. The most primitive fear and weirdness slowly filled the air. among.
Lu Mingfei kept asking what the bad news was in the headset, and CK stood motionless and silently in the elevator staring at this appalling scene, deeply afraid that any of his actions would wake up these sleeping monsters. Just looking at it like this, the creepy feeling that ran straight down her spine made her feel like she had fallen into an ice cellar. Once these "things" woke up, what was waiting for her, or what was waiting for the Pearl Tower, was a bloody massacre.
"The organizer is really fucking crazy!" She whispered as she vaguely guessed what would happen to the tower tonight.