"Ha...ha...ha...ha..." Bellison, who had turned back to the wheel of a deformed and damaged Elan Hill armored vehicle, was gasping for breath, and was already covered in body.
No more strength.
Beside him, the second platoon leader sat there in blood, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and a look of indifference on his face.
These two men were just like gods, but now they were exhausted like a dead dog waiting for the ending of them.
"I'm from Arant... I'm a farmer." Buryson finally recovered a little, groping his pocket, and also wanted to find a cigarette for him to light.
The second platoon leader around him habitually took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed it to Buryson as he had been as pleased as before, and asked, "Will the farmers of Arant turn into werewolf?"
"A year ago..." Burrison seemed to be recalling something. For him, it was probably the least willing experience he had in his life.
But now, he really wants to tell someone about his experience. In his opinion, he can't die here. No one can share his wonderful life, right?
So he told him, and said the experience he had been hiding, as if he was telling a story: "I was still very ordinary at that time, and I couldn't eat at home, so I had too little field."
"I was also very moved when I looked at the people around me who participated in the army and had a large amount of fields at home, so I signed up, hoping that one day I could become a glorious Ailan Hill grenade."
He said, while taking the cigarette from the second platoon leader.
Lighting a cigarette after a big battle is absolutely a great pleasure. No matter what kind of war it is, men who can smoke will inevitably come to such a cigarette.
Holding the cigarette in my mouth and taking a deep breath, Buryson continued, "Until that morning, I ate nothing, went to the fields to see my crops with hunger... A car was parked
On the side of the road, two people came over and asked me if I would like to participate in a scientific research project. No matter what the result is, I will give our family 20 acres of fertile land."
The second platoon leader could clearly feel that when recalling this time, Burrison's tone was filled with regret and bitterness: "I was so excited that my two sons would never have to go hungry again... So I thought it was all
Unexpectedly, I didn’t even discuss it with my wife, and signed the contract.”
"Who would have thought that I was pulled into a lab and experienced a nightmare that I was trembling when I think about it now." Burrison shrugged as he said this: "Those people give it to me."
I drank a lot of strange things and the taste was almost the same as shit, black and brown, just like... it was as disgusting as a pond polluted by heavy metals."
He was talking about Iran Hill's magical biological experiments. These bizarre experiments made Iran Hill give birth to many monsters. When Chris called off these experiments, the participants in these institutions changed themselves
Life.
Buryson is one of them. He is different from the transformation of problematic children. He is a test subject for direct transformation of adults, a test subject that seems to be quite successful now.
"Then some people came and poured some blood into my body. I was so scared, but they gave me a sedative and I didn't know anything after that." He said, taking another sip
Yan: "When I woke up again, I saw my own body...soaked in various medicines."
This memory was something he didn't want to face, and it was also a story that anyone could hear was destined to be a tragedy: "For more than a month later, I was locked in the room, and my whole body was in pain, not even myself.
Know how I persevered.”
Every time I think back on these days, Buryson can feel his body in pain, his whole body is in pain: "This pain lasted for a long time, and when I can go to the restaurant myself, I realized this.
I was not just participating in the experiment, but 3,000 people were all the same test subjects as me.”
"We were allowed to write letters home, but the contents of the letters must be repeatedly checked. We can also get the reply letters written by our family. During that time, this was all the hope that supported me."
When he was about to relax, he gradually relaxed.
Because he knew that even though the bastards in the laboratory did not regard him as a person, they did fulfill their promise.
They prepared a lot of preferential treatment for the families of these people who participated in the experiment, including land distribution, amnesty for exemption from military service, schooling and employment arrangements for children, and a considerable amount of subsidies...
From this perspective, this is already a very humane cooperation, not a kind of indifference and deception of life.
So, Burrison had no resentment, and he wasn't even going to call the person who used his body to experiment.
"Every time, failures will die, and those who have rejection will turn into bloody corpses miserably. Sometimes, I was eating, and someone screamed and exploded not far away.
Come on, turn into a bloody giant beast, fall to the ground and die tragically."
This is the accident that often occurs during those dark and shameless days. He has seen experimental specimens of half-human and half-beasts, and has also seen various corpses of dead demons or dead monsters.
He has also seen men with magic crystal slots on his body, and he has also seen children who can open their bloody mouths and swallow a pig.
Anyway, after seeing the darkest and most terrifying scenes, Burrison was extremely numb. He was unwilling to admit that he had been transformed. He hid in the crowd and pretended to be an ordinary person as much as possible.
"Later, the rejection reaction became less and less, and we all became successful testimonials, our feelings became more acute, and the bodies of mortals became stronger...even if we were willing, we could become half-wolf and half-human
Monster battle…”
What can he do? Crying to others about his miserable experiences? Declaring the injustice of the world to himself? Telling everyone that the Iran Hill Empire is not as bright as it seems. Telling others that the high emperor is actually the same.
A ruthless executioner?
Stop making trouble, Buryson sneered, shook his head and looked at the horizon full of smoke: "But now, I don't even know very well whether I am a human being or a monster. I don't dare to do it myself.
I went home to see my relatives, so I signed up to come here to see who is more like a monster, myself or the demon."