Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 517: The Unwilling Brook

The nano team advanced all the way to the main control room. All the base personnel they met along the way were killed. The base guard was unable to stop the nano team's attack.

In the main control room, an old man in a white coat and glasses had a gloomy face as if water could drip out of it, and cheerful music was playing on the computer next to him.

“Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven flowers on one vine, la… la la la… la, la la la la la la…”

The cheerful and childlike music seemed to be mocking all the base leaders present.

"Can anyone tell me why this damn music can take over our system? What are those intruders outside? How did they get in?"

The old man with glasses puffed his beard and glared, tapping the table with his withered hands.

In the main control room, three subordinates lowered their heads, and the childlike singing sounded unusually harsh.

"Dr. Ebola, the enemy is clearly well prepared. I'm afraid our security team will have a hard time resisting them..."

A big bear girl wearing a white coat and black-framed glasses mustered up the courage to speak.

"I don't know?"

Dr. Ebola's face flushed, and his cloudy old eyes seemed to be spitting out flames. He took a few deep breaths before slowly calming down his anger. He waved his hand and said, "Now that things have come to this, it's our turn to be loyal to the Führer. Release No. 0."

Hearing this, fear flashed across the eyes of the others. A middle-aged man in a white coat struggled with his eyes, trying to fight for his last chance of survival: "Doctor... this... is there some... maybe there is still hope..."

"Bastard!"

Dr. Ebola didn't wait for him to finish his words, and directly picked up the water glass on the table and threw it at him: "Are you an idiot? Have you forgotten the base in Buenos Aires? Dr. Cohen in Cordoba has set an example for us. Do you want to betray the Führer, ah, Brooke?"

The middle-aged man did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, and immediately responded with his head lowered, but there was a flicker of unwillingness in his eyes. If they could live, no one would want to die, but he did not show any abnormality: "I'm... I'm sorry, Dr. Ebola, I'll go down and prepare to release... No. 0!"

Dr. Ebola stared at Brooke with cold eyes as he pushed the door open and left. After the door of the main control room was closed, he turned to a strange man with a bandage wrapped around his head, leaving only his eyes exposed, and said in a cold tone: "Keep an eye on Brooke. If he makes the slightest move, kill him!"

The weirdo nodded without saying anything, but silently pushed the door and followed Brooke.

Deep in the 230th floor, at the end of a laser channel with a glass surface, there is a closed door. The security of this door is appalling. Its biometric lock requires face, fingerprint, iris, and DNA. After passing these, a special electronic password is required. This password was used to send secret reports during World War II. Even if outsiders pass all the previous tests, they cannot pass the last password and cannot open this door. Besides Brook, who is responsible for Experiment No. 0, only Dr. Ebola can open this door.

If anything goes wrong in any link, the mechanism will be activated and the laser channel will strangle the invader into countless pieces.

Brook stopped at the entrance of the laser channel, his eyes struggling. He believed that he had devoted himself to the Nazis, but he did not want to die. The reason why he joined the Nazi remnant organization was because there was an unparalleled experimental environment here and there were no restrictions on his experiments, which allowed him to let go. The so-called No. 0 experimental subject was actually a male and a female Amazon anaconda fed with the flower of the underworld. There was no control method for this thing at present, and they did not think about controlling it. Instead, they needed to wait until the two anacondas laid eggs, take away the eggs, and cultivate the young snakes, which would be more conducive to control. In other words, the so-called No. 0 experimental subject was actually a container for cultivation. They had no way to control the adult python.

Step, step, step, step...

Just as Brook was struggling internally, he heard footsteps behind him. He subconsciously turned his head, and when he saw who was coming, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

"hunter!"

Brook's face turned pale in an instant. He knew without hesitation that the other party came here to monitor him. If he did not follow Dr. Ebola's orders, then this bandage monster code-named "Hunter" would kill him without hesitation.

Brook retracted his gaze, took a deep breath and stepped into the laser channel. The "Hunter" also followed him in without stopping. The two did not communicate at all throughout the whole process, and the atmosphere seemed a bit dull.

Walking to the end of the laser channel, Brooke took a deep breath and completed all the steps slowly.
laugh!
The heavy alloy door began to rise slowly, revealing the world behind the door. It turned out to be a huge man-made lake.

After doing all this, Brook quickly turned around and ran. As the main person in charge of the project, he knew very well what terrible things would happen if the door was opened rashly. The two monsters inside were definitely not something that human power could contend with!
puff!
However, just after he turned around, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, and then a sharp arm wrapped in bandages and stained with blood stretched out from his chest!
"Uh...ho...ho...hunter..."

Brooke looked down at the arm stretched out from his chest, making painful sounds from his mouth, blood constantly oozing out, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

puff!
Before he could finish his words, the "Hunter" pulled his arm back, letting him fall to the ground with a thump, then stepped over his body and left.

Brooke lay weakly on the ground, his eyes gradually losing their luster and filled with despair, despair, and unwillingness.

"No... No... I... I can't... just die... "

Brooke used up the last of his strength, tremblingly took out a syringe filled with amber liquid from his pocket, and stabbed it hard into the aorta in his neck. He held up his heavy eyelids and slowly but firmly pushed all the liquid into his aorta.

pat!

The syringe fell weakly to the ground, and the potion slowly flowed through his aorta to his whole body. Veins bulged from Brook's neck to his forehead, and gradually began to turn black. This situation quickly spread throughout his body, and his skin gradually began to turn gray, filled with a sense of decay, and even began to slowly fall off. His originally turquoise human pupils turned into golden vertical pupils similar to those of a snake.

“Uh…ah…”

A low roar came from his throat, like the growl of a wounded beast.

(End of this chapter)