Zongman: The wrong person on the ground, double Shenwei at the beginning

"Uh, are you trying to kidnap me?"

"How can you talk like that? I'm going to liberate them!"

Rod smiled expectantly.

According to his speculation, the creation of a prayer is related to the recipient's situation, their deepest desires, and their current true thoughts.

But humans are complex creatures, and their thoughts can change in countless ways. One moment they may be grateful and moved to tears, and the next they may be indifferent and hostile.

The greater the desire and the greater the crisis, the higher the level of the prayer is likely to be.

His second step in the plan requires a large number of prayer points.

Rhodes disdains doing ugly things that require independence, but he can amplify and manipulate the emotions of others.

To this end, he meticulously prepared a good show, using a bit of the suspension bridge effect and a tiny bit of acting skills.

Inside the pristine, brightly lit laboratory, the sophisticated instruments gleamed coldly under the icy lights.

Several researchers in white protective suits were busy working around the central dissection table.

Lying on the platform was a burly demi-human, his entire body tightly bound with layers of yellowish cloth strips, leaving only his mouth and nose exposed for breathing.

His eyes were also covered with a thick cloth, on which was written a striking and cold number in black marker: 012.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and on the table, containers were piled with cut-up body parts and large chunks of blood.

At the start of the dissection, the demi-human's vocal cords were violently severed without even a single injection of anesthesia.

The central researcher dropped the blood-stained scalpel and spoke impatiently.

"Ah, finally some peace and quiet. These guys are obviously not going to die, but they always make such a racket."

He casually tossed the surgical instruments onto the tray, his eyes filled with only weariness and disdain, as if he were dealing with an annoying piece of experimental consumables.

Another slender young researcher squatted beside the table, seemingly making a considerate gesture, gently holding the demi-human's right hand and slowly straightening the arm, as if comforting a terrified patient.

"Don't be afraid, it'll be over in a little while~"

His words were caring, but his actions were cold and decisive, pressing the saw teeth into the inside of his elbow without hesitation.

Crunch, crunch, crunch——

The serrated edges made a sickeningly loud sound as they cut through the flesh and bone, echoing throughout the laboratory.

The harsh, unpleasant sound of sawing echoed throughout the research lab.

"woo woo woo woo!!!!"

The demi-human under the cloth strip gritted his teeth, his body instinctively tensed, his clenched fists bulged with veins, and his legs kicked unconsciously, trying to resist the restraints.

But all their struggles were tightly bound by the cloth strips, and they could only let out weak, muffled whimpers from deep in their throats.

No researchers showed any sympathy; their gazes were as indifferent as if they were looking at a lab rat.

He casually handed the severed arm to his assistant.

"Send it to the department next door; they seem to be doing cloning research."

The assistant didn't dare to look any longer, hastily took the piece of meat, and quickly turned and left.

The researcher then moved to the demi-human's left side, forcibly prying open the stiff fingers, and while slowly cutting along the joints of the finger bones with scissors, he still comforted the person in a gentle tone.

"Listen to me, one at a time."

It was as if they were persuading a child to take medicine, and they didn't even realize that they were abusing someone.

With each snip, the demi-human's body trembled violently.

"Waaaaaah!!!!"

As the experiment drew to a close, the gentle researcher stood before the control panel, removed her gloves, and began recording the demi-human's physiological reactions to extreme pain.

"Oh? Interesting. Based on his reactions to pain several times, we can roughly guess that this one has probably only died two or three times at most."

Subsequently, the research team cut open the demi-human's skull, exposing the still-beating brain tissue.

As the demi-human gradually became dulled and slowed down due to blood loss and pain, someone spoke indifferently.

"Kill him once, and restart this thing."

"Alright, let's kill one first, then we can rest for a bit. Physical labor is really tough."

"Ugh, I'm so tired. Want to go get some coffee later?"

"Forget it, I was thinking of calling my wife."

"Haha, newly married people's relationship is just extraordinary."

The researchers chatted and laughed around a disfigured body, even talking about going on vacation to Hawaii together.

One of the male researchers smiled as he handed the blood-stained scalpel behind him.

"Could you please dispose of this trash?"

The only response he received was a deathly silence.

He thought his assistant was slacking off again, so he turned around impatiently, only to see a pair of strangely wide eyes staring straight at him from less than ten centimeters away!

Those eyes were filled with bright red tears of blood, which flowed upwards, slowly sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

The next moment he realized that it was a human head!

The assistant's head was severed by a sharp blade and stuck firmly into a silver metal rod!

It was even held high like a specimen, being casually shaken by a hand.

"Ahhhh-"

The researcher's mind went blank; terror overwhelmed his reason.

His throat bobbed, and he let out a terrified scream. He suddenly fell to the ground, then retreated hastily, scrambling and rolling backward.

The people in the laboratory turned their heads at his scream.

The assistant's pale, bleeding head was still swaying slightly, as if it might fall off at any moment.

The tranquility of the room was shattered in the next second.

The usually calm researchers erupted in screams.

Some people collapsed to the ground, their limbs weak; others screamed and cried for help, their faces pale.

Some people were breathing heavily and staggered as they dropped the equipment they were holding.

In an instant, a sense of panic, like lambs being led to the jaws of wolves, filled the entire laboratory.

"W-What happened?! How could someone have broken in?"

"Where are the guards?! Are they in Akaishi?!"

"Aaaaaah, open the door!"

"No, that guy is blocking the door..."

The one playing with the "heads" is none other than Rod, who has transformed into Sato.

He leaned back lazily in his chair, one leg casually crossed over the other knee, his right hand twirling the iron rod with a human head stuck in it.

Those eyes, hidden beneath her eyelashes, were cold and expressionless, casting a mocking glance over everyone in the room.

"What? I thought you guys had lost all fear. Turns out... you can be afraid even after your own body is dismembered!"

He possessed an invisible yet extremely oppressive aura of elegance, dangerous and mysterious, causing everyone to instinctively hold their breath.

The older researcher swallowed hard, mustering his courage to try and stall for time.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

Rod's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of mockery flashing across them, before he casually tossed the head away.

The assistant's head rolled like a bowling ball in front of the researchers, his terrified and bewildered eyes staring at them with unseeing disbelief.

"!!!"

"Me..."

Rod smiled slightly and strolled forward calmly.

"In your Bible, God sent Moses to lead the Jews out of Egypt, bringing disasters and saving his people."

He stood before the battered demi-human on the dissection table, looking down at it.

“And now, you treat my people—the demi-humans—with blades, so I have appeared.”

Rhodes raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like a sharp blade, his voice cold and oppressive.

"The Bible proclaims that a savior will come to save the suffering, but unfortunately, all you will see is Judgment Day."

"And I am your Revelation, the liberator of the degenerates, and your plague."

The air pressure seemed to drop suddenly in the cold laboratory. In the shadows under the Rhodes lights, it seemed as if a demon was chuckling. The entire space seemed to tremble because of his terrifying words!

0 ··Requesting flowers··· ········

Bang bang bang bang bang——

Countless bullets suddenly and indiscriminately came from outside the window, seemingly indifferent to the lives of the researchers.

The shooting lasted for ten minutes before the soldier's cold voice came from outside the door.

"Fuck, how did that guy break in? This is a huge loss!"

"The surveillance footage doesn't show anything; it's like it appeared out of thin air."

"Were you high on drugs last night? Are you telling me he can time travel? Stop watching X-Men!"

"Stop arguing, be careful, go in and retrieve them."

A leisurely voice sounded behind them.

"Who are you recycling?"

"!!!"

The fully armed soldiers deftly rolled on the spot, drew their guns, and were about to fire when Rhodes, who was standing still, simply snapped his fingers gracefully.

"We'll return your gifts to you."

Countless bullets fired from the distorted space instantly engulfed them.

The soldiers had barely witnessed this incomprehensible scene when they lost their breath in shock and panic.

Having eliminated this mobile guard, it seems unlikely that reinforcements will arrive anytime soon.

Rhodes hummed a little tune as he walked back into the lab, his gaze fixed on the researchers who were unharmed.

"You can come back now."

Under the researchers' bewildered gazes, IBM, visible only to the demi-humans, hastily retracted its bullet-shielding wings and obediently stood guard beside Rhodes.

She preferred staying by Rhodes' side to protecting these strangers!

Rod took out the camera and slammed it on the table.

"Come, tell me one by one the evil deeds you have committed against my people!"

He smiled and squinted his eyes.

.... .... 0

"Don't even think about hiding it."

All the researchers trembled involuntarily, as if they were being watched by some chilling, inhuman fear.

The researchers looked at each other, but finally, suppressing their fear, they stepped forward one by one and began to recount the numerous experiments that were so horrific that just hearing about them was enough to terrify anyone.

After a long while, Rhodes's feigned smile of pleasure was almost impossible to maintain.

Having been a homebody in my previous life, I had never experienced true darkness after transmigrating.

Having experienced the battles in the dungeon, his psychological threshold had been continuously raised, but the experimental content these guys described was indeed challenging his psychological defenses.