novelden Chapter 122 To Zaun
Chapter 122 To Zaun
Chapter 122 To Zaun
Crash at a touch.
This is a true portrayal of the defense personnel of the Hydra base after contact with Wolverine.
As the chief rudder of S.H.I.E.L.D., the technology mastered by Hydra is definitely at the cutting-edge level in the world, and this is of course also reflected in the weapons.
Not to mention that this is still a very important research base...
In the eyes of these Hydras, the military's top-ranked special forces are like bumpkins who have just entered the city: they have nothing, and they know nothing.
But what they are facing is Wolverine, and it has been strengthened.
Without any scruples about the syringe that hit his shoulder, Logan stretched out his steel claws, tore up a rope net that was trying to trap him, and threw himself into the crowd unstoppably to kill.
In just 2 minutes, three combat teams, a total of 25 people, were slaughtered by Wolverine.
Fortunately, Hydra is still quite tough. In general organizations, morale collapses after one-third of the death, but their bloody battle without retreating half a step can be regarded as buying time for their own organization.
The partition door opened, and Logan was trapped in the experimental area.
He let out a howl of venting, the blood in his eyes became lighter, and he put away the steel claws, the blood stained on them stained his hands red.
I shook it, but I couldn't shake it clean.
Abandoning this boring idea, Logan muttered: "You have to find a way to get out."
Turning his head, Logan scanned the experimental area that had been turned upside down by him.
Basically all the things that were placed on the table have been knocked down to the ground, and the corpses of Hydra are scattered all over the ground. Most of them are incomplete and scattered everywhere. It looks like dripping blood.
Hell has become a Shura field...
The wolf head soaked in formalin before had also rolled to the ground. Logan kicked it, and the wolf head flew a long way. After landing, under the lubricating effect of formalin, it spun around continuously. stop.
While walking, Logan subconsciously raised his hand and scratched his chin with his black nails.
There was a tuft of hair growing there, and it was sticky after being spattered with blood, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
It's a pity that he also has blood on his hands, and the result is getting worse and worse.
Logan let out a beast-like growl irritably.
The pungent smell of blood was constantly burning his mind.
Zaun beasts have an acute sense of blood, and when they smell it, they are driven into unreserved madness.
This is also a great pressure for Logan,
But he was hundreds of years old after all, and he had struggled with his bestial instincts throughout his long life.
Wolverine, who appeared in people's eyes, has actually worked very hard and lived like a person.
So as an experienced man, as long as he is concentrated enough, he will not lose his mind as soon as he smells it.
But this feeling is really annoying.
At this moment, Logan, who wanted to find something among the stumped limbs, moved the tip of his nose naturally, then turned his head suddenly, and looked towards a corner.
"A new smell of blood..."
Logan's palm fell to the ground, like a real wolf, while smelling the message in the air, he moved silently.
If there are still people here, they all have to die.
……
The supervisor of the Hydra base and the scientist in charge of the experiment were leaning against an operating table with pale faces.
The two breathed in terror, trying to suppress the rhythm as much as possible, lest they attract the attention of the enemy.
And that supervisor was holding the index finger of his right hand tightly with his left hand.
There was a wound.
Naturally, they had received information from S.H.I.E.L.D., and knew that werewolves had an extremely keen sense of blood, but they had no choice but to blame themselves for being careless in the situation before them.
The situation was tense just now, even the two of them couldn't escape to the outside of the passage in time.
As the defense force collapsed at the first touch, it was reasonable for the adjutant of the base to choose to close the partition door to kill the danger.
Executives and scientists can understand this decision, but it doesn't mean they are willing to wait to die.
How could a base not have a few hidden passages.
It's just that these hidden passages are firstly unknown and secondly require authority, but the base supervisor happens to have both.
He hid in a small corner, and groped towards the passage quietly, while the shrinking scientist followed him like a chicken.
So one survivor became two survivors, and the difficulty suddenly doubled.
The supervisor is willing to kick him away, but a conflict at this point only creates more danger.
He could only pinch his nose in recognition.
Unexpectedly, he thought that the other party was a troublesome supervisor, so he turned his head and pulled his hips, causing a fatal trouble.
The two crawled quietly, and passed by an operating table. The base director was a little distracted, and one was accidentally cut by a scalpel that fell on the ground.
Blessed was his soul, he quickly picked up the scalpel and threw it to the scientist, while he pressed the wound firmly.
The scientist also understood what he meant, wiped off the little blood with his hands, and then clenched his fists tightly.
Only then did the scene just now happen, the two of them were terrified enough to lean against the operating table without daring to breathe.
In fact, the two of them didn't know whether it would be useful to do so, but if they didn't do it... they would definitely die quickly.
Time seemed to be elongated, and every second they passed, they were tortured by silent fear for a second.
After an unknown amount of time, the supervisor winked at the scientist, who understood instantly, but shook his head firmly.
The supervisor scolded the other party's trash with his eyes, but he could only wait and see the enemy's situation by himself.
He swallowed, turned slightly sideways, poked his head out, and looked towards the edge of the operating table.
Fortunately... there was no wolf face waiting for him there.
As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, I felt that the scientist patted him more than ten times in a second.The supervisor turned his head a little irritably, and saw the scientist pointing up tremblingly.
The supervisor's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to look up, blood flooded his vision.
Seeing the supervisor's head fall to the ground, the scientist uttered a terrified scream, no longer the demeanor of a perverted researcher.
Logan, who was squatting on the operating table, stretched out his steel claws again, and the noisy scientist could not escape the end of moving his head.
Landing between the two, he picked up a scalpel from the ground and sniffed it.
Apparently, that was what drew it in, and surprisingly, the tip of the scalpel was rolled up.
Logan didn't care, and threw it aside.
He did this not because he was playing hide-and-seek with these two people, but because he discovered that they had some intentions.
In just 20 seconds, the supervisor looked in one direction seven or eight times.
There is definitely something there.
Logan leaned over and took a sharp sniff with his nose... Sure enough, he sensed the flow of air.
Subtle but real.
There is a door here, and Logan searched carefully, and found the exit...of course it is locked, and to open it requires palm print and iris scanning.
Fortunately, there is no password.
Two heads and four eyes, two corpses and four hands, Logan tried one by one, and finally opened the door.
Stepping out, Wolverine bared his fangs, and was about to start a new slaughter, but found that the building was already empty.
Feeling a little disappointed, he frowned, feeling that things were not simple.
These people will put things here without reservation?
Not right.
Wolverine ran and crawled away in a hurry.
As expected, just as he rushed out of the base, he was overturned by the explosion behind him, and then rolled far away.
Logan bared his teeth and stood up, looking back at the scene of the explosion.
The scorched fur on his body quickly recovered.
In fact, if he is really stuck in this base, his life will not be in danger, but based on his experience, it is really a troublesome thing to remove those sundries melted in the flesh and blood.
Exempt if you can.
After escaping from the crazy researcher's base for the nth time, Logan was a little confused as usual.
This experiment has left some... indelible marks on him. With his current image, it may be difficult for him to integrate into people's lives.
But he suddenly remembered that now he seemed to have a new choice.
Zaun.
It is said that all monsters, non-humans and super criminals are welcome in that city, as long as you can survive there... Logan is extremely confident in this.
In this way, with the fire behind him and the twilight of dawn, Wolverine embarked on a new journey.
"Zuan, here I come!"
When I think about the group meeting in 8 hours, my scalp becomes numb~
(End of this chapter)