As the second heartbeat sounded, the walls of the isolation chamber cracked.
A grayish-white palm pressed against the glass, the five fingers slowly tightening, and the entire piece of explosion-proof glass instantly shattered outwards.
The green liquid surged into the hall, overturning the tables and chairs in front of the control panel, and Collins was also knocked back by the force.
He didn't even bother to stand up straight; he grabbed the corner of the table, raised his head, and stared intently into the cabin.
Doomsday stepped out of the isolation chamber with his head down, his tubes snapping one after another, and bone spurs scraping against the door frame, sending sparks flying.
"He's alive... he's really alive."
Collins picked up the blood-drawing needle, ignoring his fallen glasses, and ran towards the monster through the puddles.
"Quickly, bring me my sampling box! This is the first live sample."
Clark jerked his body up, but his arms trembled violently, and he fell heavily back down.
"Don't go over there, step back."
Collins didn't turn around, but looked up at the enormous body in front of him, his lips trembling with excitement.
"Don't be afraid, I'll only take a little bit of the tissue."
Doomsday lowered his eyes and casually slapped someone across the face.
The blood-drawing needle struck the wall and shattered, leaving a trail of debris on the floor. The body beneath the white robe was covered in smears on the wall, and then fell silent.
Collins- chan finally got access to his research findings.
Even if it's just for a moment.
But he did complete the evolution from 3D to two-dimensional plane.
The nearest guard froze in place until the monster turned its head, at which point he shakily pulled the trigger.
"Fire! Kill it!"
The hall was filled with the sound of gunfire. Negasonic Teenage Warhead struck the gray-white skin, deformed and bounced off, leaving not even a wound.
"Where are the armor-piercing rounds? Switch to armor-piercing rounds."
The captain shouted urging them on, but the machine gunner next to him had already started to retreat, his gun barrel shaking so badly he couldn't control it.
"We can't get through, we simply can't get through..."
Doomsday kicked the control panel away, knocking down the entire row of guards. The gunfire stopped abruptly, and the remaining guards began to run away.
Clark gritted his teeth, gripped the floor tiles with his fingers, and tried to crawl toward the people who had fallen to the ground.
The green light above his head continued to shine on him, and his chest felt increasingly tight, making it difficult to even breathe.
He was only a few meters away from the nearest wounded soldier.
But I just can't reach it.
A shadow suddenly fell over him.
Doomsday stopped in front of him, the crimson bloodstains on his chest shimmering slightly, his fist covered in bone spurs raised high.
On the steel beam, Barry could no longer hold back.
"Don't stop me this time."
Before the words were even finished, golden and red lightning bolts shot into the hall, skimming past the monster's feet.
The giant fist slammed down, and the floor collapsed with a deafening roar.
Barry dragged Clark into the side passage, the rubble behind them hitting the wall and making the metal door frame vibrate.
"You stay here and don't go into that green light!"
He helped Clark sit down against the wall, then turned and ran back without waiting for a reply.
There were still people in the lobby.
A guard, clutching his injured leg, crawled out, when suddenly his collar tightened, and the scenery in front of him instantly transformed into the walls of the passageway.
Then came the second, and the third.
Barry made several trips back and forth, moving the wounded out of the radiation zone, his forehead already beaded with sweat.
Half remains.
He looked up to confirm his location, only to find that Doomsday's head was rotating in response to the electric light.
Those eyes actually started to follow him.
"No way..."
Barry had just grabbed one of the guards when he saw the monster's thigh suddenly swell up, and the muscles violently reorganized under the skin.
The next instant, a white shockwave exploded from the ground.
A gray-white afterimage pierced through the smoke and dust, almost touching his back, while bone spurs grazed past his hood.
Barry suddenly ducked down, sending the guard into the passage, then spun rapidly along the wall, narrowly avoiding the grabbing hand.
With a loud bang, the entire wall behind them was ripped open.
He quickly sped up, not even daring to look back.
Isn't this Chen Mo's method? You can learn it after watching it a few times, and you'll transform after a couple of tries.
Fortunately, although it was fast, it didn't have the suffocating, oppressive feeling of Chen Mo's Speed Force, which could strip you bare at a glance. At most, it was a low-spec off-road vehicle that only used its muscles to provide horsepower.
Even a low-end dump truck is more than enough to crush his small frame!
" Chen Mo!! Where the hell have you been! Help me!"
Barry continued running frantically to rescue the people while hysterically calling for help in a crocodile voice.
Above the ventilation duct.
Chen Mo coldly surveyed the chaotic chase scene below.
Thoughts flickered in his deep eyes.
I see.
Originally a textbook example of a perfect bio-trap, a Kryptonite cage specifically designed to counter Big Super, plus a brutal blood-draining assembly line.
Given the Batman Who Laughs's status as the ultimate master of nesting dolls in DC Comics, Big Super would have no choice but to obediently lie down and have his blood drawn, after which he would be secretly packed up and transported away as a test subject.
There's absolutely no reason to let Doomsday from the dead and destroy the lab at this critical juncture.
There is only one possibility.
That Joker dog in bat skin has already detected the entry of a third-party variable through the base's surveillance system.
Moreover, he knew very well that the third party was himself, Chen Mo.
So this guy simply abandoned the original plan, pulled the fuse of the bio-nuclear bomb, and decided to go all out here.
This resurrected corpse was clearly aimed at Chen Mo.
"Are you trying to play a remote intellectual game with me?"
Chen Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a wicked smile.
"Let's see if your cheap bio-mechanical figurine can withstand any damage."
Swish--
The black trench coat tumbled violently in mid-air.
Without uttering a single word, Chen Mo plummeted from the steel beam dozens of meters high like a heavy black meteorite that had lost its orbit.
A flash of lightning from the Speed Force, combined with the terrifying physical body, amplified the thrill of Speed Force acceleration.
Bang!
Just as Barry, accompanied by two vomiting guards, sped past the center of the hall.
Chen Mo struck the fleeing pursuer with deadly precision, like a solid cannonball.
boom--!
The instant your feet touch the ground.
The special alloy armor plate, one meter thick at the bottom, let out a piercing groan of unbearable strain, as it was crushed into two huge, spiderweb-like pits, each as deep as a knee.
And less than ten meters in front of him.
Doomsday, which was chasing Barry at supersonic speed, abruptly stopped and twisted its massive gray-white body in a bizarre, anti-physical posture that was almost as if it were tearing its own ligaments apart.
Those scarlet eyes were fixed on Chen Mo.
Then, filled with overwhelming, brutal killing intent, it hurtled towards him like a raging steam train!