Marvel's King of the Undead

As if he heard Wayne's mumbling, the man with closed eyes next to Wayne suddenly raised his head and looked towards Wayne.

Only then did Wayne have the opportunity to carefully observe the man's appearance. He saw that the man on the hospital bed was about thirty years old and had a thin beard. However, his face was sickly pale and his eyes were deeply sunken. , as if suffering from a terminal illness.

While Wayne was sizing up the man, the man was also sizing up Wayne.

"Little handsome boy, what is your name and where does it come from?" the man asked first.

"Uh...my name is Wayne. I'm from New York. Are you a mutant too? What is this place? Why does it look like the set of The Walking Dead?"

Seeing the man break the deadlock, Wayne suppressed his uneasiness and asked the man.

"My name is Wade, yes, I am also a mutant, and my superpower is cancer." After hearing Wayne's words, Wade's sick face showed a sarcastic smile, "As for where this place is, you can wait for a while Just know it.”

“What the hell is this place?”

Seeing that Wade had given up, Wayne frowned and continued to ask.

"let me tell you."

At this moment, a man and a woman came from a distance and interrupted the communication between the two.

Wayne turned around and squinted his eyes, and found that the man among them was the doctor next to Dean Boone in the hospital that day.

Another unknown woman walked directly to Wayne, reached out her hand and roughly pushed Wayne back onto the hospital bed, and then skillfully tied Wayne's hands and feet.

"Haha, this is a familiar scene. Your binding skills are still so superb. Do you often practice on your dad?"

Seeing Wayne being tied up in shame, Wade smiled exaggeratedly and said to the woman who tied up Wayne.

The woman turned her attention to Wade and said nothing, but Wayne could clearly feel her anger. He used his hands on the thin leather belt to exert force. Ignoring Wayne's cries of pain, the woman turned and walked towards Wade. Next to the bed, he stretched out his hand and dragged Wade's bed towards the back of the hall.

"I'll take him over there to calm down."

"Go and entertain our talkative gentleman."

The man dressed as a doctor responded with a smile, then looked at Wayne who was tied to the bed and struggling and said.

"Give up, poor child, let me tell you the truth. Do you think the orphanage you grew up in is really just an ordinary orphanage?"

Seeing that Wayne stopped struggling, the man continued.

"From the day you entered the orphanage, your fate was destined. The orphanage only exists to help us collect ordinary people with potential X genes."

"Do you know why the rules of the orphanage are so unreasonable? It is to create more conflicts between you. Intense emotions can increase the probability of activating the X gene, especially death."

The man continued to explain to Wayne the reasons for various abnormal behaviors in the orphanage in a sinister tone.

“What about those who didn’t activate or reached the age and left?”

Wayne stared at the man's cold eyes and suddenly asked.

The little fat boy will be old enough to leave the orphanage in a few months, and the so-called X gene has not been activated. Wayne still has a trace of fantasy in his heart, hoping that this evil organization can let the little fat boy live.

"Ha, although those wastes have not awakened, they can still serve as experimental subjects for our other research."

Facing Wayne's question, the man's expressionless face revealed a perverted smile, just like the perverted scientist in the movies Wayne watched when he was a child.

The man's words also solved Wayne's long-standing questions about why the orphanage enacted some strange rules and why people who left the orphanage never came back to visit their former friends.

"You fucking scum."

Looking at the perverted doctor in front of him, Wayne suddenly felt that the iron bed under him was as cold as Antarctic ice. The cold air penetrated his body and froze all the way to his heart.

Over the years, Wayne has silently thanked the orphanage countless times for allowing himself and other orphans to survive in this indifferent society and becoming a source of support for these lonely children.

Although many of the rules in the orphanage are cruel, as orphans they understand better than ordinary people that if you want to get something, you need to give something. There are more people in the world living hundreds of times more difficult lives than they do. Over the years, Wei En has already regarded the orphanage as her home.

However, the cruel reality made Wayne realize that the place he had always regarded as home was actually a slaughterhouse, and they became the livestock in the slaughterhouse, and the welfare institution that they used as their protection had the purpose of raising them. Just to satisfy their own evil purposes.

Without giving Wayne any more time to think, after the man finished speaking, he dragged Wayne's hospital bed to the back of the hall. After passing through the hall, Wayne realized that compared with the scene behind him, the hall just now was already very harmonious.

This is the real hell.

Tortured humans or mutants were everywhere, and wailing and screaming filled the entire space.

There are all kinds of tools that make people feel creepy at a glance. It seems that all the torture methods imaginable by humans can be found here. Wayne began to try to struggle, but Wayne, who had been injected with drugs, was already weakened to the extreme. Two leather ropes could already tie Wayne tightly at this time.

Francis dragged Wayne to a wall, lifted Wayne with one hand, and fixed Wayne to the wall with a leather sheath. Then he took out a silver Desert Eagle from behind and pointed at Wayne's head. A strange light began to bloom in his eyes:

"It is said that your body has a self-healing factor, so let's test your limits."

Pressing the gun down, the man shot Wayne directly in the heart.

Looking at the 30c silver pistol that was no more than a distance from his heart, Wayne subconsciously tensed up his body. The clothes behind his back were instantly wet with cold sweat. With his high concentration, he could even clearly find that the hand of the man holding the gun in front of him was because of the cold sweat. Excited and slightly trembling.

There was a "bang" sound.

The bullet shot into Wayne's heart quickly, and a sharp pain came. Wayne subconsciously focused on the injured heart.

Wayne could clearly feel that as he concentrated his attention, a stream of heat in his body quickly converged on the injured area. With the influx of heat, the intense pain began to quickly ease.

"Bang", in less than 3 seconds, the bullet was squeezed out of Wayne's body, and the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ha, a few more rounds. Are these bullets expired? You are not so poor that you can't afford genuine bullets, are you, you damn bastard?"

After sweating profusely, Wayne calmed down his rapid breathing and spat at the man not far away.

Although the severe pain only lasted less than 3 seconds, the feeling of being focused on his heart was not pleasant. Although Wayne could still shout loudly at this moment, his slightly trembling fingers still exposed Wayne's fear.

"Not bad, not bad. It seems that your recovery ability has surpassed that of the famous Wolverine. You are truly a perfect test subject."

Ignoring the roaring Wayne, the man looked at Wayne with a fervent expression after a brief silence and said.

"Let's try something else."

After saying that, the man lowered Wayne from the wall and fixed him on the hospital bed, then walked to the freezing room.

The so-called freezer is a room filled with many large freezers.