Chapter 847: 5. Madman (Part 1)

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In the middle of the night, Pierce with his cane sent Merlin out of his house.
He watched Merlin step into the darkness, then disappeared in the distorted shadows.
The old man stood at the door, looking at the direction of Merlin's disappearance. He stood there like a stone statue, not knowing what to think about.
A moment later, Pierce returned to the house, and he waited quietly until ten minutes later, after confirming that Merlin would not return suddenly, he stood up tremblingly and walked to his small study.
There is a fireplace for decoration.
He took a small bag from the desk drawer and threw a handful of powder at the fireplace.
In the rise of the green light, a portal erected by Mrs. Hydra opened in his study.
Pierce looked at the green flame burning in the fireplace in disgust.
As an old man who is about to die, he hates this magical way of traveling. Every time he passes through this burning door, he will be uncomfortable like the most severe seasickness for a long time.
Fortunately, since it is the creation of magical magic, there must be a corresponding magic to eliminate this bad sequelae.
He picked up a gray-green bracelet from the edge of the desk, wrapped it around his wrist, then leaned on his cane and stepped into the green flame.
The next moment, in the light and shadow of the world, Pierce came to the mountains of Raccoon City and appeared in the base of the beehive underground under the umbrella.
"Well..."
Even with the protection of the magic bracelet, Pierce still looked pale after experiencing a bad teleportation.
He stood there, breathing hard.
Soon, someone handed a glass of mild and just suitable water.
It's Mrs. Hydra.
She noticed the fluctuations in magic from her study, so she hurried over quickly.
"There are not many opportunities to see you so embarrassed."
The black magic master familiar with Pierce in his early years sat comfortably in a wheelchair and watched Pierce swallow the glass of water with a big swallow. There was a bad smile on her face. She said:
"Don't you say you will never use this stuff?"
"Because things are urgent."
Pierce replied angrily:
"And I don't worry about letting you go and do things...so I came in person."
"Ok."
Mrs. Hydra speechlessly refuted.
In recent missions, I do not know which way to offend the gods, and various situations occur frequently.
Not to mention Pierce, even Madam Hydra could not bear the failure of the connection.
"How is the situation here?"
Pierce put the glass on the table, he looked back at Mrs. Larson, he said:
"Is anyone still investigating you?"
"Have."
The lady waved her hand at will, she said:
"On the afternoon of the second day after Agent Hunter withdrew, a team of agents from the Colorado S.D.O.L.D. branch entered Raccoon City."
"Obviously, the difficult Mr. Merlin did not give up his doubts about us because the investigation task was over."
"But how to say, a group of ordinary agents, in this place in Raccoon City, there is no doubt that no useful things can be found."
"Don't take it lightly! You have suffered so many losses because of your light enemy. Isn't that enough to make you wise?"
Pierce reminded:
"Ordinary people occasionally create miracles."
"I do not have."
The lady said:
"I released a bait and led them in a meaningless direction. They thought they found a clue, but they were just wasting time..."
"I know how to deal with ordinary people. You don't need you to teach me this, Pierce."
"Ok."
Pierce no longer insisted, he said to Mrs. Hydra:
"Take me to see the devil's spokesperson... Has his memory recovered?"
"To be honest, I'm not sure."
Madam Hydra, who had always been full of confidence, also looked a little hesitant at this moment.
She made a gesture, instructing Pierce to follow him, and whispered:
"I did three forgetting mantra washing rituals for him. He seemed to remember something, but how to say...the washing ritual might have broken his brain, or that brain was empty, in short, he It's quite abnormal now."
"It's crazy."
The lady sitting in a wheelchair pushed by magic power frowned and described:
"The brain is full of crazy and chaotic thoughts, just like a real mental patient, flying in vain, but in the chaos out of control, it still strangely maintains a personalized will."
"I used a lot of spiritual magic, but in his mind, I couldn't find anything valuable."
Mrs. Hydra turned her head and said to Pierce:
"So whether he has recovered his memory or not is difficult for me to determine."
"The clown was a lunatic."
Pierce didn't care much. He walked on the base of the umbrella like an old gentleman with his cane, while looking at the labs on both sides of the passage, he said softly:
"If you have read his information on SHIELD, you will find it easy."
"He is a dangerous maniac, and his brain is full of chaotic thoughts, and he is happy to play some haunting games with some street heroes in the ghost place of Gotham."
"There are only such people who will be selected by the devil. Merlin marked his danger as SS, and in this regard, I am willing to believe Merlin's judgment."
Pierce's footsteps stopped. He stood outside a laboratory. He looked at the biological cabin in the laboratory. He said to Mrs. Hydra:
"That thing, what is that? It looks like a person..."
"That one."
The wife was very interested in introducing her boss to:
"That is our most proud work. He is the most powerful individual in the T-serum series. It represents the ultimate strengthening of T-serum. Regardless of cost, it cannot be mass-produced."
"But he himself represents the highest-end combat strength of the T series serum, he has not yet completed it."
"After he and another experimenter complete the modulation, his power can easily match your Avengers. And in the future, after the arrival of the new order, he will also become a strong defender of the order."
"Ok."
Pierce nodded:
"It really looks full of power. What is his name?"
"The real name is Billy Russo, one of the two ordinary people who killed the out-of-control tyrant at that time. He used to be an excellent battlefield veteran, and now he has a new name."
Mrs. Hydra flicked her finger. She said:
"I call him'Sleeping God', a sleeping human god."
"God on earth? He?"
Pierce sneered and shook his head:
"I have heard Merlin use the of the earth to call another person, but it must not be him..."
"Huh, right? I have to know after I hit it."
The lady said unconvincingly:
"I don't think the warriors I made by myself will be worse than those superhumans."
"Furthermore, the tyrant "Sleeping God" is only one of the top products of the umbrella. He only represents the power of T serum, and in our product system, T has been outdated for a long time."
"But telling you these is useless. You just use them as cannon fodder for order. In your eyes, they are no different from intelligent machines that can be sacrificed."
"Come with me, the clown is in front."
Mrs. Hydra turned the wheelchair. She took Pierce to the base. She said:
"However, I am curious, are you really willing to let that dangerous madman out? Don't you know what kind of damage he will cause? I think you are not a person who can sit back and watch the order being destroyed."
"I can't."
Pierce said:
"But I also know that occasionally you have to work hard, and if you want to find the best thing, you have to be prepared to put your hands in the dirt."
"Of course, I will make restrictions for him."
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"Um, dear Wesker, are you here to send me dinner?"
In a dimly lit shackle room, the clown is sitting in a chair, playing cards alone.
He was wearing a dirty shirt and a green vest, covered with weird, dirty marks, but this was not to say that the umbrella staff was deliberately abusing this guy.
not really.
This is a research base with strict hygiene standards, and it is almost one of the cleanest areas in the world.
As a new guest here, the clown is treated very well. The shirt he wears is more expensive than most office workers' clothes, and he even changes clothes every day.
But this guy is like a talent, he can always make clean things dirty in the shortest time.
And wesk, who has been taking care of the clown recently, has absolute reason to suspect that this guy is intentional.
But the handsome blond guy Wesker didn't know anything about a lunatic.
He wore sunglasses and expressionlessly matched a meat meal with a reasonable, seemingly appetizing supper, and placed it on the table in front of the clown's eyes, with a plastic fork that would bend a little harder.
Lest this guy go crazy again.
On the day he was awakened, he cut off the neck of the staff member who gave him a meal with an iron fork, and almost caused the unlucky guy to die on the spot.
After that day, Wesker began to take care of the clown himself.
"I have to thank you, Wesk."
The clown covered the playing cards in his hand and placed them on the table. He picked up a plastic fork and raised his head while eating this.
The colorful face painted with paint showed a big, awkward, weird smile.
It's like a real clown.
Uh, these paints used for "make-up" are also coming from this guy. If you don't give him, he will make a lot of noise and even hit the wall with his head...
Although the walls of the restraint room were soft, he always had a way to hurt himself.
"I have to thank you for taking care of me for so many days, really."
The clown chewed the food. He said vaguely:
"Other people treat me like a lunatic. Although they don't say anything, their eyes reveal their ideas. They all hate me and are afraid of me."
"Especially after I cut the little girl's neck away, they all wanted to throw me into your labs. They wanted to do crazy things to me because they hated me."
"Everyone hates me, but I am quite innocent."
The clown flicked his finger. He said in an innocent voice:
"People can't resist the screams and desires that rise in their hearts, they howl let me hurt others..."
"I really didn't mean it, I just... just wanted to play with her, that girl is so cute...especially after I put on makeup for her..."
The lunatic poked his cheek with his finger, he said:
"That reminds me of an acquaintance in Arkham...what is she called? Quinn? Halle? Ah, I forgot, forget it, it doesn't matter anyway."
"You are a good friend, Wesk, you have never looked at me with that kind of monster sight, everyone is the same in your eyes..."
"Yes, you laugh occasionally, but when you laugh, your eyes still haven't changed."
The clown inserted a piece of beef with a fork and put it in his mouth. He leaned on the chair with a swinging gesture and said to the expressionless Wesker standing beside him:
"You always wear sunglasses to hide that look, right? Friends."
"There is no difference between the living and the dead in your eyes. Only when you look at the experimental subjects, you will really live... let me guess, you think they are your kind."
"Wow, you are crazy, you are crazy than me."
There was an exaggerated smile on the wacky face. This guy seemed to be provoking Wesker deliberately. He said:
"I was right, right? Why didn't you answer?"
Wesker remained indifferent, like a stone statue, as if he didn't hear the clown's crazy words at all.
"you answer me!"
The clown with a smile on his face suddenly burst into shock at the next moment, and he jumped up in disgust, clutching at Wesker's collar.
He clamped his legs around Wesker's waist, pressed the plastic fork against Wesker's neck, and tried to grab Wesker's sunglasses.
"Snapped"
When Wesker waved his hand, the clown was smashed to the ground.
"Ha, haha, hahaha!"
The lunatic curled up on the ground, but made a beast-like laughter. He smiled back and forth, pointing at Wesker, as if looking at a big joke.
"I'm right, haha, you're angry and angry... why should you be angry? Friend."
The clown was lying on the ground and opened his arms to Wesker as if to be hugging, he said:
"Why not smile? Friends."
"We are a class of people, oh, no, no, no, I'm just crazy, and you, you can't describe it as crazy."
"You have accepted the fact that you are a monster. You hate this world more than me... I need to stay here most and wait for the big man's call, and you..."
"Oh, you still have to serve an old lady."
The clown said in a sharp voice:
"That old lady is not easy to deal with, right? You hate her, but fear her, and want to get rid of her, but you are afraid of failure. Gee, so pitiful."
With an expressionless expression, Wesker picked up a plastic fork from the ground, then picked up the uneaten dinner plate and turned to walk out of the prison cell.
"Don't go!"
The clown was lying at the door of the cell, he screamed:
"We haven't finished talking yet!"
But Wesker no longer wanted to listen to him, this lunatic...
But so insightful.
Keep away from him.
Lest the unobstructed guy say something that should not be said...
"Oh, really disappointed."
The clown sat back on the chair by himself, and started playing cards by himself. He spit out:
"Don't give you candy!"
A few minutes later, the door of the cell was opened again, and the moment the door was pushed open, the clown suddenly turned back.
He looked at Mrs. Hydra and Pierce standing next to her. The lunatic showed a big smile, and he waved at Pierce.
"Hi, hello, big man..."
"I am waiting for you."
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