In the observation room, Noah watched the scene with a calm expression.
Elvis clicked his tongue in amazement.
"I really have no idea how that guy managed not to die after all this. It makes no scientific sense.
"Connor and I studied his genes before. They're ridiculously stubborn—we couldn't find a single clue."
After sighing, he introduced it to Noah.
"Boss, this is our new product: the Emperor Tyrant. It uses the base genes you brought us before.
"We cultivated one hundred clones at the same time, but only three successfully formed.
"We already conducted one test, which caused the first specimen to suffer genetic collapse. This is the second successful test specimen.
"The Emperor Tyrant's strength is terrifying. It can crush most enemies without needing any special techniques. On top of that, while cultivating it, we instilled combat awareness into the base body."
"Combat awareness? You can instill that?"
Noah was somewhat surprised. He had never heard of that before.
Elvis smiled.
"It doesn't really count as instilling it. We just used subconscious conditioning to give the Emperor Tyrant some basic combat techniques. Maybe it's the influence of the T-Virus, but Tyrants have fairly good learning abilities.
"Combined with their original combat instincts, this kind of Tyrant is absolutely the king of close combat.
"It's even stronger and more terrifying than the T-103. We believe the Emperor Tyrant is at least on the same level as the Pursuer."
Noah nodded. This was a good result.
The two continued talking, paying no attention at all to Deadpool, who was being tortured to death in the testing grounds.
At this point, Deadpool had already been torn into countless chunks by the Emperor Tyrant.
Yet even then, the only expression on half of Deadpool's face was utter despair.
He might not have