Marvel's King of the Undead

"How is the situation?" Dean Boone stood up quickly, walked quickly to the doctor, and asked in a low voice.

"Heavy blood loss, resuscitation is ineffective." The doctor and Dean Boone looked at each other and said, and then looked at the little fat man who was following him: "Send this child back, and then you stay to go through the procedures."

"No, I don't want it. Let me take a look at him again. How could he die like this?" The little fat man who had always been anxious suddenly heard the news of Wayne's death. He suddenly became excited and got up and ran towards the emergency room. But before he could reach the door, the stinging sensation in his head suddenly burst out, causing the little fat man to fall limply outside the door of the emergency room and lose consciousness.

"Where is this place?"

Wayne slowly opened his eyes and saw a white roof.

After waking up for a few seconds, Wayne stood up suddenly and looked down at his chest, which was intact.

In disbelief, Wayne reached out and touched the spot where he was shot in his memory. There was a trace of confusion in Wayne's eyes.

He clearly remembered that he had been shot, so how could he not have any wounds? When Wayne was troubled, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Principal Boone and a doctor came over.

"How do you feel, Wayne?" Dean Boone looked at the confused Wayne and asked with a smile.

"Dean, why are you here? I seemed to have had a dream just now." Wayne was surprised when he saw the dean, and then scratched his head. The conflict between memory and reality made him confused.

"Do you think that was a dream?"

Boone walked to Wayne's bed and sat down, looking at the confused Wayne with a smile.

"Uh...."

Frowning, Wayne also couldn't figure it out. If it was a dream, it would be too real, but if it wasn't a dream, what about the wounds on his body?

As if seeing Wayne's doubts, Boone continued with his standard smile:

"Do you know mutants exist?"

"Mutant"

Wayne was surprised when he heard Boone's words, and instantly understood what he meant.

"Am I a mutant?"

Although he has always known about the existence of mutants and has not ruled out mutants, Wayne never thought that one day he would become a member of the mutants.

"Obviously, you were shot yesterday, but now look at your chest."

Boone pointed to Wayne's smooth chest and continued in a slower tone.

"But don't be afraid, Wayne, mutants are also members of the human race, and we will not exclude you."

Obviously, Boone is worried that Wayne will not be able to accept the fact that in the mainstream values ​​of today's society, mutants are not accepted by the general public, so most people still have a resistance to the existence of mutants.

"Afraid haha, I'm not afraid."

After the identity of the mutant was confirmed, Wayne did not show any fear or unacceptable emotions. Instead, he became excited. He looked at his body with a look of surprise, and Boone's eyes were as fiery as if he were looking at his first love. The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and the standard smile finally showed a flaw.

"Uh... As long as you don't mind being a mutant, now we need to take you to a special place to help you better master your abilities."

After being stunned for a few seconds, Boone said awkwardly to Wayne on the bed.

Then he stood up, leaned close to the doctor next to him and whispered in the ear, "I'll leave him to you, Francesca. His ability to awaken is similar to that of Wolverine, which is just right for your research. Remember to inject 20 doses of sedation on the way." agent.”

Wayne did not notice the conversation between the dean and the doctor at this time. He was concentrating on feeling the changes brought about by the awakening of his powers. He touched the place where he had been shot before. His skin was as smooth as a newborn baby's.

After awakening his superpower, Wayne's whole body seemed to be reborn. Not only did all the scars on his body disappear, but his skin became smoother and his muscle lines became more perfect.

In addition, Wayne found that his vision became clearer, and he could clearly see a thumb-sized gecko lying on the wall ten meters away. Clenching his fist, Wayne felt that there was amazing power in his body.

Just when Wayne was surprised by his own changes, the doctor came over with an injection and said to Wayne, "Don't move, let's take an injection first." Wayne obediently stretched out his hand and walked towards the hospital. He asked, "Where's Stephen?"

"Stephen saw you were injured and was stimulated. He has been sent back to the orphanage. Don't worry." Dean Boone comforted Wayne with a smile. "You'd better feel your awakening ability more."

"The special place you mentioned is something like..."

As Wayne spoke, he suddenly felt his thinking slowing down, and then he fell into coma again.

On the deserted street, a young man wearing a white hospital gown was looking around curiously.

"Where is this?" Wayne looked at his surroundings as he walked. There was a long street about ten meters wide, with shops that had closed on both sides. He was the only one left on the empty street.

"Boy."

Suddenly a man's voice came from behind Wayne. Wayne turned around subconsciously and immediately discovered that the source of the voice was the short man who shot him.

Subconsciously looking at the hands of the short thief, Wayne happened to see the thief raise the pistol in his right hand again, "Bang".

"Ah." With a scream, Wayne suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. He was still lying on a hospital bed, but the surrounding environment was obviously not a hospital.

After touching his somewhat groggy head, Wayne began to carefully observe the surrounding environment.

Is this a special place? Wayne barely managed to sit up. He didn't know what kind of medicine was injected into him. Wayne felt that he might not be able to beat a newborn baby. His whole body looked like a soft slug.

After looking at it for a while, Wayne found that he was in a vast hall. Under the dim light, he could see that the surrounding walls were all unpainted earthen walls, as if they were a military factory from the last century.

Shelves and instruments similar to operating tables were neatly arranged on both sides of the hall. A woman with spikes on her back was being examined by a doctor on one of the operating tables.

There was a similar hospital bed next to Wayne, and a man with a pale face and blue lips was lying on it. He had his eyes closed and he didn't know if he was in a coma.

Far away, a man with red eyes was struggling hard, but his hands and feet were firmly tied. All efforts were in vain, and he could only be pushed to the back of the hall unwillingly.

From the blocked area in the second half of the hall, a somewhat intrusive scream or roar could be heard from time to time.

"What the hell is this place, damn Boone."

Wayne muttered to himself.

At this time, no matter how generous Wayne was, he realized that this was obviously not a place to help mutants control their abilities.

This is obviously the home base of those perverted scientists who experimented on human bodies in the movie.