The pirated doctor in American comics

In a remote place in the western United States, there is a relatively secret military base.

There is no ultra-high-tech cutting-edge technology here, nor are there any so-called strategic weapons.

Some are just ordinary soldiers who are constantly training.

Ordinary, in fact, is not ordinary.

All these soldiers were survivors who survived the disaster three months ago.

But strictly speaking, they are no longer alive.

With the most fundamental meaning of survival being distorted, are they really the same as they were before?

It's just that people who care about these issues can't control their destiny at all, and people who can control their destiny don't think about these issues at all.

Unafraid of death and obeying orders, these rare soldiers are cheaper than cabbage here. They will become the best knives in some people's hands.

After the research on their birth process is completed, they will also become the most valuable in these people's ambitions.

Consumables.

In a seemingly ordinary cell, the monk was sitting on the floor in the corner. Even though there was a bed in the room, he still liked to nest in the corner.

The hands were not clasped, the mouth was closed, and there was no chanting.

Just like an ordinary prisoner.

He has taken away the halo of a virtuous and eminent monk, and lost his compassionate demeanor. Now he just wants to pay for the sins he has committed.

Although all this is just self-deception.

He had fantasized about his fate, and he was not completely ignorant of what might happen to him.

He has no desire to resist, these are what he should bear.

Slicing, dissection, and various experimental equipment were moved in and out of the body.

These don't matter, they are just like the instruments of torture in the 18th level of hell, they are his acts of atonement.

But those people outside refused to even give him a chance to redeem his sins.

"Donor Yanding, I still need to ask you for advice on how to carry the sea of ​​blood on your back.

Could it be that you are carrying a heavy burden to keep your pace steady?”

The monk's eyes were deep and he did not pay any attention to the researchers who were observing and recording him.

But there was a sudden movement outside, as if some force had invaded the base, but the sound of gunshots

Turns out they were all gunshots from conventional weapons inside the base.

The importance of monks goes without saying.

The video and audio information recorded here every day are sent directly to the White House. Congress even changed their stingy nature and specially allocated funds to launch a satellite to prevent other ports from leaking information.

There is no way. If the power is not at the same level, there will be no right to speak.

Since they can't fight against the gods, they can only find a way from the devil who can fight against the gods.

It's just that they can't tell which one is the devil.

But it's like the only bottle of liquid you can find in the desert. Even if it contains deadly poison, you have to drink it first to moisten your dry throat.

Three months is neither long nor short.

The lack of progress could not erase their extravagant hopes, so they still paid attention to this base, hoping to dig out the means from the monks to fight against the gods.

As soon as there was movement at the base, the White House received the news.

But judging from the invaders' advancing speed, the base's standing armed forces couldn't even delay the attack.

Fortunately, they had considered this situation of insufficient support when choosing a base. The two nearby military bases sent people to support them as soon as possible. The helicopters set off as soon as possible, and it was estimated that it would only take five minutes to arrive.

Just looking at the current trend, this base may really not last five minutes.

"Do you think this is a game?" A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the loudspeaker in the cell and reached the monk's ears.

The monk didn't react at all, he had long been used to it.

This hoarse voice for three months was the only thing that could be called punishment among all the things he encountered here.

He has seen the appearance of the owner of this voice. Bright red flesh and blood can be seen in the cracks of the charred and cracked skin. Two legs and one arm have completely disappeared. One eye has even disappeared, leaving only a hole. The whole body is full of pits. , you can even see the squirming internal organs underneath through the thin covering.

After the burn, the necrotic tissue is removed, and the person is cut out in half.

I survived, but it was more uncomfortable than death.

The general, who still has no name, just said this bitterly into the microphone, and then put on the oxygen mask with the help of the nurse next to him.

He had been saving up for a long time and could only muster the strength to say a word.

Unlike other people who hear it is just a paraphrase.

He had really gone through the whole process, and was lucky enough to be spared his life by Yan Ding. The words Yan Ding said to him personally have always been imprinted in his mind.

That fluttering Chinese sentence was actually more profound than all the experiences he had ever had since he could remember it.

"I just came out to pick up a courier."

The tone was like there was a nest of ants in the yard, and a batch of them were accidentally trampled to death when they went out to pick up the express delivery.

A slightly apologetic tone.

The authenticity of this joking explanation cannot be doubted.

At least this general believed this completely.

Then it can only bring him deeper despair.

The hatred towards Yan Ding, even the howling of the defeated dog, could not be considered as stimulating the murderous intention in Yan Ding.

Perhaps for Yan Ding, it is more important to take care of the human government's existing intelligence acquisition capabilities than to crush it casually.

He clearly hated Yan Ding to death, and even this hatred spread to all the extraordinary powers.

But he still honestly followed his strict plan and did everything his eyes wanted him to do.

Even if Yan Ding didn't even tell him personally, he still had to try every means to figure out Yan Ding's intention of leaving his life, and he would pay attention to all the details without making any compromises.

So he completed the task. The group of people did not dare to go beyond the boundaries in the past three months, all thanks to his narration of his personal experience.

He deeply hates those superior beings and at the same time is involuntarily afraid of such people.

In this way, during the three months he presided over the monk's imprisonment, he only cursed but did not dare to go beyond the limits.

Because he was worried that his worst fears would reappear in this monk.

For example, he stood up suddenly, stretched his muscles and bones, and then said to him apologetically:

"Sorry, I just want to stretch."

At this time, there was a loud bang, and all the images in the surveillance video in front of them disappeared instantly, but the audio seemed to be able to transmit information normally. Then they heard the specially blurred sound coming from the microphone:

"i e back"