Marvel's King of the Undead

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Half an hour later, several belated police cars arrived at the entrance of the warehouse with flashing red and blue lights and a piercing siren.

"John, Ross, follow me inside and take a look. Others are surrounding this place."

An old white-haired man dressed as a police sergeant got out of the car first. After greeting the two young police officers behind him, he clenched the pistol in his hand, bent slightly, and walked toward the warehouse with some caution.

After looking at the broken chains in front of him, the old police chief reached out and pushed open the factory door.

"vomit..."

As soon as the factory door opened a crack, the police sergeant couldn't help but retched.

The young police officer behind him followed the captain's line of sight and saw that the warehouse was filled with burnt corpses and various damaged equipment remains.

There are only a few small windows in the entire warehouse, which makes the ventilation capacity of the warehouse very poor. The smoke generated after burning and the smell of burnt corpses have been sealed in the warehouse.

As the smell from the warehouse gradually drifted out, the two young police officers behind the old chief were even more miserable than the old chief. They held on to the wall next to them and bent down to vomit.

In desperation, the old police chief could only hold his breath, completely open the factory door, and instruct everyone to stay away from the door temporarily. After letting the air circulate for a few minutes, he ordered everyone to go in together.

"Oh my God, how many people have died?"

After entering the factory, the old police chief exclaimed in surprise.

In his decades as a police officer, he had never seen so many bodies at a crime scene at the same time.

Only a few minutes after he came in, he saw no fewer than thirty corpses that were so burnt that their appearance and gender could no longer be distinguished.

"What is this for?"

John reached out and touched a slightly bent steel bar in front of him. No bodies were found around this area, but there was a strange steel bar standing there.

"Leave the place alone, John."

The old sheriff glared at John from behind, then picked up the walkie-talkie and said:

"Seal down the scene and close the team. We need to report this to our superiors."

At this time, these police officers did not notice that directly above them, in the cloudless blue sky, a private plane was flying across the sky.

In the private plane, Wayne was lazily leaning on the last row of the private plane in a worn-out hospital gown. The scars from the previous fight and the arm broken by Gina were already intact.

The sunlight coming through the window was a bit dazzling, making Wayne's eyes blurred involuntarily. A month of torture and a dim living environment almost made Wayne forget the color of the sun.

Looking at the vast sky outside, Wayne felt slightly absent-minded.

At the front of the plane, Gina was looking at her phone and said to Francis next to her:

"Information came from the organization that the situation at the factory has been discovered by the local police and reported. Some people inside have begun to prepare to use this as an excuse to attack us."

After the explosion that day, Francis and Gina decided to abandon the laboratory directly in order to avoid attracting the attention of the public and some departments.

In order to destroy some evidence, Gina ordered the soldiers to lock the factory door with chains before leaving. Ignoring the temporary wailing of various patients in the factory, Gina hurriedly took Wayne into a black Chevrolet. .

After the car sped all the way to a private parking lot in the suburbs, without any time to repair, it took Wayne directly onto the already prepared plane.

This unexpected explosion caused heavy losses to Francis. Regardless of the loss of research equipment and the exposure of the base, the death of a large number of experimental subjects and the possible troubles caused by the exposure of the laboratory have already caused dissatisfaction among some people within the organization.

According to the information Gina received, someone within the organization was already preparing to put pressure on them. After all, there were many factions within the organization, and each faction wanted to obtain more resources.

"I was indeed a little negligent, that bastard"

Speaking of this accident, Francis immediately thought of Wade who caused all this, and suddenly said with gritted teeth.

Francis now regrets it very much. He feels that he let Wade die too easily. He should take that damn bastard away with him and let him suffer endless torture.

Francis rubbed his temples a little upset, looked back at Wayne who was slumped in the back row, and said to Gina:

"As long as we can control Wayne, we will have a steady stream of genes for research. The Wolverine genes originally stored in the organization have long been used up, and now they can only beg us."

At this time, Wayne's mind was wandering, but he couldn't help but think of Wade who was trapped at the fire scene, and of Wade's feeble but firm promise after the two of them had been tortured one day.

"Hey, don't be like this, come and have a laugh, I will take you out, and then we will kill these perverts together."

The gray-faced Wade turned sideways in the direction of Wayne and showed a smile that was uglier than crying. He looked at Wayne who buried his face in the quilt and said.

Although Wade not only has no powers but also suffers from cancer, Wade has been more calm than Wayne during the month of torture. Most of the time, Wade is the one who comforts the somewhat broken Wayne.

However, just when the hope of escape appeared in front of him, because of his own powerlessness, he actually let his brother die in front of him.

Covering his red eyes, Wayne no longer had the desire to continue admiring the sky.

If I could have provided Wade with some help at that time, maybe Wade would have been on his way to see Vanessa now.

Wayne clenched his fists angrily, but as soon as he clenched his fists, Wayne was suddenly startled.

Wayne looked at his hands in surprise at this feeling. Due to the long-term injection of large amounts of sedatives, Wayne had not experienced the feeling of full strength in his body for a long time.

Feeling that his weak body was gradually filling up, Wayne finally remembered that during his hurried escape, Francis did not inject a sedative into his body on time.

This means there is something you can do, now is not the time to blame yourself.

Wayne looked around at the situation in the plane. There were currently only three of him, Francis, and Gina on this private plane with a large interior space. The other soldiers were not sitting on the same plane with them.

He looked at the barn door not far away from him and Francis and Gina, who were sitting in front, about ten meters away from the barn door.

Wayne began to close his eyes and focus.

Although his self-healing factor was able to reflect automatically, Wayne found that when he concentrated, he accelerated the recovery of the area where he concentrated.

Feeling the long-lost strength quickly return to his body, Wayne walked forward lightly.