Chapter 243: Mad Thunder (4)

While the floating screen was floating away on its own, a vague and sharp whistle sounded suddenly in the laboratory, and it was impossible to tell what the scream was made, but it could be heard that the scream was filled with unbearable pain.

Just before Helen's eyes, the little thing that was originally quiet at the bottom of the glass jar suddenly trembled, and all the tentacles were stretched straight! It looked extremely painful, with eye-catching bulges on the surface of its body from time to time, and then calmed down. It seemed as if something was clashing back and forth inside its body. The painful whistle in the laboratory was caused by this little thing.

Helen's face was pale, her lips were already gone, and her mouth was twitching, as if she could feel all the pain of the little thing.

After just a few seconds, the little thing's pain reached its limit. Its body suddenly expanded, swelling as much as twice, and then cracks began to appear on its back, and then a crack that penetrated its body appeared, and a stream of bright red blood spurted out from the crack, instantly dyeing a large area of ​​green culture medium around it.

It screamed in pain while spraying blood. The thick plasma sprayed for more than ten seconds before it gradually weakened. At this time, it had turned into a thin piece of flesh, dragging dozens of soft and weak tentacles, floating in the culture medium with a red cloud floating.

Helen buried her face in her hands, and after a long time, she raised her head again.

At this time, Helen returned to her calm, accurate and cold mechanical expression. She stood up and silently summoned a smart brain. Dozens of photos of this little thing flashed on the top of the screen, and a precise table below. Helen wrote with her fingers at the corresponding position of the table:

Experimental No. 5;

The final volume was 29.81 cubic centimeters, an increase of 98% compared with the No. 4 experimental subject;

For shape records, see attachment.

Eat: six times, one more.

Cause of death: gene out of control.

After filling in these, Helen slowly removed the catheters and lines connected to the glass culture jar one by one, and then walked out of the laboratory with it in her arms. Seeing how she held the glass jar, she was like holding a baby.

Not long after, Helen returned to the laboratory. The lights in the laboratory were as white as paper, shining straight on her pale face. It seemed that the air conditioner had also malfunctioned, and the laboratory became particularly cold. You can see that all the knuckles on Helen's beautiful hands were faintly green.

In her arms, she was holding a new glass jar, which was also filled with green culture medium.

After putting the glass jar in the same position on the laboratory bench and placed in the same way, Helen walked towards the large safe located in a corner of the laboratory. After entering more than a dozen sets of passwords on the cabinet door, the heavy alloy cabinet door slowly opened, and a white and cold air was leaked out. Behind the thick alloy door, there was actually only a small space, which was divided into independent grids. A transparent test tube was placed in the center of each grid, and the test tube was filled with green liquid.

The five grids in front are empty.

Helen's fingers gently stroked the grids one by one, as if she was stroking something she loved. Finally, she opened the sixth grid, took out the test tube inside, and then closed the cabinet door.

The test tube is placed on the access port above the glass jar. As the energy is turned on, the green liquid in the tube leaks out and injects into the glass jar.

A new table was automatically generated on the smart brain screen on the side of Helen. The first line reads: Experimental No. 6. The other columns are empty, and only the words "Feeding for the first time" flash in the feeding column.

After watching the culture medium that was so calm that it could not be found for a long time, Helen gently exhaled a ball of white air and took her eyes back from the culture machine.

At this time, what I had experienced today was replayed in her mind one by one. Helen's face suddenly changed slightly, she quickly looked through the call record with Persephine, and then whispered to herself: "Oh no, I've talked too much to her!"

Helen immediately calmed down, summoned a smart brain screen, and clicked it a few times. A huge amount of information fell like rain. She held her jaw and stared at the flickering screen, thinking about something.

In the middle of the church in Judgment Town, Medilly, wearing heavy armor, sat in a high-backed chair on the pulpit, supported her head with her right hand, looking at the light screen floating in front of her lazy.

The same information on the light screen fell like rain.

Medielli did not take off her helmet when she returned to the church as usual. She still wore a helmet like she was fighting outside.

It was late at night, and a dim light was revealed from the colorful window at the top of the church, and there was no idea where the light came from. The dim sky light fell on Medierli, embellishing patches of butterflies on the hideous and terrifying armor.

Dingdang! Medilly flicked the armrest of the seat gently. Before too long, Pepelos walked in and asked, "What are your instructions?"

A faint white air spurted out from the gap in Medierli's helmet, and her voice seemed to be full of biting coldness: "I have something to deal with at the moment. You go and prepare it, and we will set out in ten minutes."

"But, you are in a special period now, how can you go out..." Peperos was obviously stunned.

"Go and prepare." Medilly's voice was cold, but his tone was plain and gentle, but this did not mean that her orders could be ignored.

"As far as you are concerned." Pepelos saluted respectfully and was about to go down and make preparations before the expedition.

"Peperos..." Medilly suddenly called her.

Peperos turned around and asked, "What else do you have to tell me?"

Medilly sat silently, as if she had a lot of worries. After a while, she waved her hand and said, "It's okay, you go and prepare."

So Pepelos left the side door of the church. After walking out of the church, her heartbeat was a little too fast, and her expression was even hesitant and panicked. When she recalled, she seemed very tired and disheartened and lazy.

The wind was very cold, and the breath that Peperos exhaled condensed into a cluster of white mist. She suddenly raised her head and looked at the sky.

The sky of the town of Judgment is eternal night.

The gunshots tore the tundra apart.

This gunshot was not very loud, nor was it as clear as the momentum of the old sniper rifle after the bullets were released from the barrel. It obviously had the characteristics of the new era guns, which were meticulous and plain, just like a precise electronic instrument being moved to a scale, but its power was never vague. The shrill screams soaring into the sky on the tundra added the best notes to the power of the gun.

A beautiful young man held his left leg, which was only half of his left, rolling desperately, and using all his strength to scream. Just a few meters away, most of his left leg was lying quietly on the ground, occasionally twitching. The young man crawled on the ground, stretched out his hand to it, trying to get it back, but this action immediately brought even more intense and boundless pain. The young man hugged his broken leg and screamed in pain again, until the breath in his lungs exhaled, and the scream stopped slightly.
Chapter completed!