The Last Omega

The shape of the port control room is very similar to a peeled peanut shell that has been buckled upside down on the ground. The two ends separated by the nut waist are the military troop carrier port on one side and the cargo port on the other.At this moment, the defenders of the fourth base are probably going to pay attention to the new leader, so the two sides are only guarded by Lokla.

Linton followed a defense soldier, calmly entered the cargo port, and then opened the door in the name of a correspondent.

The big spider in the control room was playing with throwing a pistol back and forth with its eight claws. When it saw him coming in, it rolled its eyes suspiciously, and was stunned.

"Lieutenant Crocker sent me to take a look." Linton took a step towards the console without changing his expression.

"Oh, okay." The Lokla didn't say anything, turned around and stood up from the console.

Linton glanced at the status of several transport boats, and sure enough, the console showed that all crew members were prohibited from flying, waiting for inspection.Linton made up an excuse in his mind, and just as he raised his hand to change his status, a sudden burst of sharp energy came from behind him.

He dodged to the left without thinking, and when he looked back, the big spider-man suddenly stood up, all eight huge claws spread out, blocking his way, and the slender one in the front The claw has already raised the gun and pressed it against his forehead.

"Krok?" the Lokra man chuckled. "Krok will let the raiders in?"

The moment Linton heard the word "sniper", Linton thumped in his heart, and suddenly understood - it seems that the fourth base became angry and transmitted his appearance to the Lokla people.

The Lokla man laughed disdainfully from the bottom of his heart. When he heard that this human being was worth a lot of money, he thought about how powerful he would be.I didn't expect it to be so.

Although a living person was worth more than a dead person, he found it troublesome, so after seeing Linton's expression, the Lokla man immediately wanted to pull the trigger.

At this moment when he was pondering, Linton suddenly smiled: "You are too..."

The Lokla people froze for a moment, and saw the figure in front of them flicker.Linton flashed to the right like a ghost, grabbed the barrel of the gun with his left hand, and then he kicked the console on the spot and turned over.The Lokla people fired one after another in panic, but Linton had already flew over his head, grabbed his paws, and turned the muzzle of the gun backwards.

"Too useless!" Linton yelled.The Lokra's nimble left front paw clicked and snapped, and then the gunshot rang out, and Spider-Man's first bullet hit him in the eye.

In the sharp cry of pain, the Lokla people have lost their minds.Linton yelled, punched his eyes brutally with his left hand, reached out to grab the blood vessels inside, or it might be the nerve strips to control his balance, then raised the gun with his right hand, and turned towards the console in confusion A short burst of the button.

The button was pushed to the top by the impact of the bullet.On the console screen, the departure status changed to green pass.At the same time, there was a feedback from the microcomputer.

"Major General, the application for a group of cargo ships to leave the port has been approved..."

The Lokla howled and ran towards the door, then slammed his head against the wall frantically, trying to throw the humans on him out.There were already chaotic footsteps coming towards this outside.Linton flexibly leaned back a second before being thrown against the wall, rotated half a circle almost parallel to the ground, squinted his eyes, and fired again.

The second button popped up with a whoosh.

"...The application for the departure of the second group of cargo ships has been approved."

The tormented Lokra rushed towards the door, Linton suddenly let go, and slid off the spider-man's back, his eyes still fixed on the console, holding his breath and concentrating.

Two consecutive shots, followed by two "clang".Finally, the last two announcements sounded on the microcomputer.

"Three sets of departure applications have been approved."

"Four groups of departure applications have been approved."

"Major General!" The messages on the microcomputer came one after another, and the team members called urgently.

"Leave the port quickly!" Linton ordered.

The alarm sounded, and the door of the control room was smashed by the crazy spider-man, and the Lokla soldiers swarmed in, blocking the outside with a thick steel wall.Linton rolled on the spot, and aimed his gun at the spider-man in front.

But the moment the trigger was pulled, the pistol didn't fire.

The fucking Lokla dispatcher was playing with a pistol that didn't even have a few bullets in it.

Linton's heart trembled, and when the supporting Lokla soldiers rushed over, he stepped on the opponent's paws and flew up again. He wanted to do the same, using the Lokla man's iron skin as a cover to break through.

This time, however, he underestimated the determination of the Spider-Man.

The gunmen in the black hole rushed towards the two of them neatly, countless guns aimed at the same time, emitting a stunning green light.

Linton was hit with several tranquilizer guns, his body shook a few times, and he fell heavily from the Lokla man.With the last of his will, he erased the First Foundation logo as Spider-Man yelled and stomped on his body.

The connection of the micro brain was interrupted.

Outside the window, four transport ships soared into the sky and headed straight for the deep space under the astonished eyes of everyone.

-

Linton woke up in pain.

It seems to be in a laboratory, because there is a strong smell of formalin around.

However, after waking up, it was still dark—the other party tied his eyes with cloth strips, and his neck and arms were also tightly bound. He didn't know what happened to his legs, and he didn't feel it for the time being.

Linton prepared the worst plan in his heart.

"You're awake." Someone beside him said.

"Yes. Will you provide breakfast?" Linton asked, "I'm a little hungry, maybe some carbohydrates would be better."

"That may be a cortical hormone disorder caused by your excessive tension," the person next to him was somewhat chatty, "Actually, you have only been here for three hours. Under high-dose anesthesia, you can wake up after three hours and go to sleep." Not dying of respiratory depression, which in itself is a miracle. Now I am very interested in your body. I will treat him well, as long as you don't say anything to spoil my fun."

"There's something interesting about that." Linton said, "Does the spoiler mean that I'm hungry, or do I need carbohydrates?"

"Of course it's the latter. Seed worship is a disaster for mankind." The man said while putting the knife on his left abdomen, "I need to use the knife here, don't you mind?"

There were disorderly footsteps approaching, and it seemed that there were two more people in the room.

"Are you too poor to have anesthesia?" Linton tried his best to mobilize his senses to discern more information while minimizing the pain.

"Not entirely." The pervert lowered his knife lightly, and blood beads immediately appeared, "I know you can control your body, but I don't know how far you can go."

The tactile sensation of the sharp knife cutting through the skin is very clear.The pain controlled by the microbrain cannot be adjusted to zero, and it will be resisted by the brain. Therefore, most of the time, the pain is still there, but it has been reduced a little.But this time, due to the remaining strength of the anesthesia, Linton didn't feel any pain at all, but he could clearly feel the direction of the man's scalpel.

The pervert struck quickly, and after 2 minutes, Linton heard a cheer.

"Here, little guy." The man took something out of his stomach, and then started to stitch again. "There's a bastard Spider-Man who used the wrong pattern and shot you in the stomach."

"Only one wound?" Linton asked.

"There are two gunshot wounds, here and your neck, your neck is a scrape. But the Lokla people seem to be very angry with you, so..."

"so?"

"They broke your leg."

"……"No wonder.After trying to raise his leg again, Linton fell silent.

"I can pick it up for you, but the lieutenant at the base said it's best not to, because I heard that you are very powerful." The pervert chattered on and on, and then asked, "How did the Omega in your base become so powerful?"

Linton still did not speak.He felt that the topic was starting to go in a certain direction, perhaps related to the experiments at the Fourth Base.

"Oh, if you cooperate, maybe you will feel better." After a while, the pervert said, "In order to avoid long nights and dreams, we will take out your brain tonight. We will study it carefully."

"Really." Linton said coldly, "Then I may be brain-dead when you open the skull."

"No, we won't give you such a chance." The perverted voice was a little excited, and with a hint of complacency, he reached out and untied his blindfold.

The eyes are the dazzling surgical lights.Linton squinted his eyes for a while to adapt, and then gradually saw where he was.

That's right, a laboratory.

But disgustingly, this is a laboratory full of brains.Many brains were soaked in solution in glass jars with electrodes attached to them.And there is a screen on the outside of each fiberglass, showing the current activity of the brain.

"Will I be one of them?" Linton withdrew his gaze and looked at the people beside the operating table.

A doctor, a non-human doctor.

A Hwa, to be exact.

"Oh, don't look at me with such hostility. I had a good impression of you." The Hwa man opened his mouth wide, "I don't like cannibalism, my hobby has overcome my instinct."

Although he knew his situation, Linton still paused every word amidst the chatter of the other party, "Fuck you fucking hwa dog!"

The Hwa doctor snapped his tongue, and punched Linton in the face.

Linton was beaten and turned his head away, staring viciously at the other two humans in the laboratory.

"You fucking scum! Traitors!"

Shocked by his angry gaze, the two experimental assistants shrank back a step. Linton yelled again, was punched on the head again, and passed out again.

When I woke up for the second time, my body was obviously not right.Linton struggled to open his eyes. He felt his face swell up. There were ants crawling over the corners of his eyes and lips. His eyelids were so swollen that he couldn't see clearly.

The room was pitch black, only the cold beeping sound of the machine and the blue light from the display screen on the glass tank in the distance

It seemed that his yelling angered that doctor Hewa, who retaliated by injecting him with drugs to offset the effect of the anesthesia, and now he could clearly feel the pain everywhere in his body.

Fortunately, the brain is still there.

Linton smiled bitterly, and tried to move his legs.Now the training he had received since he was a child finally took effect-because of his special body, the head of state hired many experts for him since he was sensible, and taught him how to protect himself.What the Lokla people thought was a fatal blow, most of the other people's bones were shattered into slag, but on him it was just a broken bone.

The feeling in the right leg gradually recovered, but the left leg was a little troublesome, and I couldn't move below the knee.

Linton turned his head again, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he squinted to identify a nearby display screen.

"Phase: Regression

Action: Patch

Operating area: olfactory bulb

……

"

At the bottom is a series of numbers, which seem to be serial numbers.

Linton looked at others and found that some of these brains showed processing the striatum, while others were performing lateralization analysis.

"You don't have to pay attention to those, they have nothing to do with you." The perverted Dr. Hewa walked in again, followed by a team of human assistants.

The lighting system in the room turned on, and Linton slowly turned his head and stared at him.

"There was a bit of unhappiness between us, and I educated you appropriately." Dr. Heva said, "Now it's time to let these things pass. In half an hour, you will say goodbye to your brain."

All kinds of knives on the operating cart turned coldly.Linton did not respond, still looking at the brain soaked in the glass container in the distance.

The assistants began to lay down the operating table, and then moved one of the largest solution buckets into the laboratory.

"They are all experimental subjects. We have carried out a variety of attempts to see how human differentiated neural stem cells complete self-replication and reorganization, and how the alpha microbrain maintains the newly established neural circuits and prioritizes them. level to inhibit the work of the brain." Dr. Herva said, "The good news is that we seem to have figured it all out, and we have created a near-perfect brain. In half an hour, the artificial brain will follow yours. Compare."

Linton tried again to twitch the arms, but to no avail, they were bound tightly, including the neck.Linton turned his head back and forth several times, and could clearly feel the restraint of the straps around his neck.

His indifferent attitude undoubtedly irritated the perverted doctor. Seeing that he didn't speak, the Hwa couldn't help leaning forward to take a look.

"Doctor," someone knocked at the door, "Earl Will wants to see the experimental product."

"Lord Will?"

"It's the one who just came today, the representative of the White family. Will White." The man said, "This one seems to be very interested in the experiment, so he dropped all arrangements and came to see you first."

"Oh, of course." The Hwa walked out courteously, and the human assistants also retreated immediately.

The laboratory was quickly plunged into darkness.Linton stared at those brains again. The logo of the first base had been erased, and the core technology would not be discovered by them.But providing brains to these people for research is disgusting enough.

If you really can't escape, then you'd better find a way to destroy your brain.

Linton looked at the scalpel on the car and thought to himself, according to the cautious attitude of these people, it is estimated that they will not untie themselves. The only thing they can do now is to fight with all their strength when they open their brains. hit their knives.Or the frontal lobe, or anywhere, it can be damaged a little bit.

Of course, the premise of doing this is that you can still stay awake-then you need to ask them not to be anesthetized.

This arrogant and disgusting Hwa would probably be happy to do so.

He made up his mind, and tried to move his neck on the experimental table, trying to gain more room for movement.

When Dr. Hewa brought people in again, there was a bloodstain on Linton's neck due to violent friction.

The interior is bright.

The Hwa people went back and forth, but this time they giggled when they saw his struggle.

"That's right, are you starting to feel hopeless?" The perverted doctor moved aside after speaking, and said to the people behind him, "Earl Will, this is our experimental product."

Linton glanced behind him blankly, first he noticed a tall and straight silhouette, when the man came out from behind the Hwa, revealing the delicate facial contour, Linton was stunned, and then whistled .

"Earl Will." Dr. Heva looked at the profile of the tall young man and said cautiously, "This experimental product is too rude."

Earl Will is from the White family of the fourth base, and he is directly in charge of everything about Dr. Hewa.If he was a little bit dissatisfied when he came into contact with Earl Kasdan before that, but after seeing Will, Heva began to think about it. Maybe it is reasonable for the White family to take power.

There was an aura of submission about this man.

Before that, all human beings in the eyes of the Hwa people were ugly food.The only exception is the earl in front of him. What he smells on the other person is not the aroma of food, and what he sees in his eyes are not ugly crowded facial features. That feeling...

That feeling is like...

Dr. Heva was still thinking.

Earl Will turned his face sideways, and stretched out those slender and beautiful forelimbs, human hands from the cumbersome and gorgeous sleeves.

"Give me the knife." Earl Will said, "I'll teach him a lesson."

Dr. Hewa came back to his senses immediately, and took a handful from the operating trolley and handed it over.

"Thank you." Earl Will nodded to him in a gentlemanly manner, and then suddenly looked straight at him.

The Hwa was startled, and its innate instinct made it scream for help.However, the yell was stopped in the throat - after Will took the knife, he raised his hand and wiped it quickly on his neck.This Hewa man who had dissected countless human beings was like this, watching his neck gurgle with blood, and then he fell to the ground with his bloody mouth wide open, without breathing.

"Major General Sean." Linton clicked his tongue, "Long time no see."

Sean, disguised as Earl Will, wiped the knife on the Heva's clothes, swished it a few times, and cut the binding belt for him.

"To be honest, I don't really want to see you." Sean took off the cumbersome cloak on his body, "Can you go?"

"I'm afraid not."

Sean glanced at his left leg, without saying a word, wrapped him in a cloak.

Linton said, "I probably have a tracer on me."

"You mean I don't have to save you?" The fancy straps on the cloak were just enough to tie people up, and Sean tightened the knot and tied it.

"I'm telling you to run faster. Damn!" Linton hissed, "I have a wound!"

"We can run away without wounds." Sean lifted the man angrily.He took two guns from the storage cabinet in the operating room and handed one to Linton, "I just called everyone to a meeting, and they will find out that they have been cheated in at most 5 minutes."

"Where's Will himself?" Linton reached out and hugged Sean's shoulder, and the wound on his abdomen was just pressed.Grinning his teeth, he inspected the ammunition, "Couldn't you be here to rob mines, too?"

"...I hope the major general understands that our ideals are very different." Sean put his hand on the doorknob of the laboratory, "Will White discovered the tracer on Rhine and ordered the troop carrier to open fire on the Liberty. The boat took him out."

"Oh!" Linton exclaimed, "Then do we have companions?"

"Yes." Sean opened the door of the laboratory, raised his gun and killed two guards who were chatting at the door, "You, and me."