Chapter 750
My Empire Chapter 750
2020-11-03
Chapter 750 752 The dark past"Ha...ha...ha...ha..." Leaning against a deformed car On the wheel of the damaged Alanhill armored vehicle, Burrison, who had changed back to his human form, was gasping for breath, and his whole body had lost the slightest strength.
Beside him, the 2nd platoon leader was sitting there covered in blood, with a cigarette in his mouth, with an unlovable expression on his face.
The two were like gods just now, but now they are exhausted like a dead dog waiting for their end.
"I'm from Arrant...a farmer." Burrison managed to recover a little, fumbling through his pockets and trying to find a cigarette to light for himself.
The 2 row leaders around him habitually took out cigarettes from their pockets, handed one to Burrisson as before, and asked, "Are all Arrant farmers turning into werewolves? ?"
"A year ago..." Burrison seemed to be recalling something, for him, it was probably the most unwilling experience in his life to recall.
However, now, he really wants to tell someone about his experience. In his opinion, he can't die here. He has such a wonderful life that no one has shared, right?
So he said it, telling a story that he had been hiding all along, as if telling a story: "At that time, I was still very ordinary, I couldn't eat at home, and my fields were too small.
"Seeing the people around me who joined the army and fought in the army, all of them have a lot of land in their homes, I was also very tempted, so I also signed up, hoping to become a glorious Alanhill one day. Grenadiers," he said, taking a cigarette from the second platoon leader.
Lighting a cigarette after a big fight is definitely a pleasure. No matter what kind of war, men who can smoke can't help but come to such a one.
Putting the cigarette in his mouth and taking a deep breath, Burrison continued, "I ate nothing until that morning and went to the fields hungry to watch my crops. ...A car was parked on the side of the road, and two people came over to ask me if I would like to participate in a scientific research project, and no matter what the result is, they will give our family 20 acres of fertile land."
The 2nd platoon leader can Obviously, when recalling this period of time, Burrison's tone was full of regret and bitterness: "I am so excited that my two sons will no longer have to starve... So I didn't even think about it. I signed the contract without discussing it with my wife."
"Who would have thought that I was dragged into a laboratory and experienced a scene that I am still terrified of when I think about it now. A shivering nightmare." Burrison shrugged when he said this: "Those people gave me a lot of weird stuff that tasted like shit, black, brown, like... like heavy metal. A polluted pond is as disgusting as a polluted pond."
He was talking about Alanhill's magical creature experiments, these bizarre and motley experiments gave birth to many monsters in Alanhill, and when Chris stopped these experiments, these The experimental participants in the institution have all changed their lives.
Burison is one of them. He is different from the reformation of those troubled children. He is an experiment directly transformed by adults. It seems that it is a successful experiment.
"And then some people came and put some blood into my body, I was terrified, but they gave me sedatives and I didn't know anything after that." He side Said, taking another puff of cigarette: "When I woke up again, I saw that my own body...was soaked in various medicinal liquids."
This memory It was something he didn't want to face, and it was a story that was destined to be tragic for anyone who listened to it: "For more than a month, I was locked in a room with pain all over my body, and I didn't even know what I was. How did you persevere?"
Every time he recalled these days, Burrison could feel that his body was in pain, and his whole body was in pain: "This kind of pain has lasted for a long time, wait a minute. When I was able to go to the restaurant myself, I realized that this kind of experiment was not just me, but a whole 3,000 people, all the same as me."
"We were allowed to write letters. Go home, but the content of the letter must be checked repeatedly. We can also get the reply letter written by the family. During that time, this was all my hope.” When he said this, he gradually Relax a bit.
Because he knew that even if the bastards in the lab didn't think of him as a person, they did deliver on their promises.
They prepared a lot of preferential treatment for the families of those who participated in the experiment, including land distribution, amnesty for exemption from military service, education and employment arrangements for children, and a large amount of subsidies...
From this point of view, this is already a very humane cooperation, rather than a kind of indifference to life.
So, Burrison has no grudges, he's not even going to call those who experiment with his body a bastard.
"Every once in a while, the failed experimenters die, and those who reject the reaction turn into bloody corpses. Sometimes, while I'm eating, not far away Someone screamed and exploded, turning into a giant beast with bloody flesh, and fell to the ground and died tragically."
This is the accident that often occurred in those dark and dark days. He has seen experimental specimens of half human half beast, as well as various corpses of dead demons or dead devil beasts.
He's also seen men with magic spar sockets on their bodies, and he's seen children who can open their bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl and swallow a little pig.
Anyway, after seeing the darkest and most terrifying pictures, Burrison was already numb to the extreme. He is reluctant to admit the fact that he has been transformed, he hides in the crowd and pretends to be an ordinary person as much as possible.
"Afterwards, rejection became less and less, we all became successful experimenters, our senses were sharper, mortal bodies became stronger...even, if we wanted to, we could Half-wolf half-human rare beast battle..."
What could he do? Crying with others about your tragic experiences? Rebuke this world for its injustice? Tell everyone that the Alanhill Empire is not as glamorous as it looks, and tell others that the emperor who is aloof and remote is actually a ruthless executioner?
Stop making trouble, Burrisson sneered, and looked the head looked towards the horizon full of gunpowder smoke: "However, now even I am not quite clear, whether I am a human being or a person. monster. I don't even dare to go home to see my relatives, so I signed up to come here to see myself and the devil, who is more like a monster."
(End of this chapter )