Chapter 752： Dark past

"Ha...ha...ha...ha..." Leaning on the wheel of an Alanhill armored vehicle that had been deformed and damaged, Burrison, who had turned back into a human form, panted heavily, and his body was already There is no strength.

Beside him, the 2nd platoon leader was sitting there all in blood, with a cigarette in his mouth, with an expression of impossibility.

These two people were just like gods, but now they are exhausted and waiting like a dead dog for the end that belongs to them.

"I'm from Arrant... I'm a farmer." Burrison finally recovered, fumbling for his pockets, and also wanted to find a cigarette for himself to light.

The two platoon leaders around him habitually took out cigarettes from their pockets, handed them to Burrison as he did before, and asked, "Are all the farmers in Arrant become werewolves?"

"A year ago..." Burrison seemed to be reminiscing about something. For him, that was probably the most unwilling experience in his life to recall.

However, now, he really wants to tell someone about his experience. In his opinion, he can't die here anymore. No one has shared his wonderful life, right?

So he said it, telling a story that he had always concealed, as if it were telling a story: "At that time, I was still very ordinary, I couldn't eat at home, and I had too little land."

"Looking at the people who joined the army around, there are a lot of fields at home, and I am also very tempted, so I also signed up, hoping to become a glorious Ailan Hill grenadier one day." He said. Said, one side took the cigarette from the 2nd row leader.

Lighting a cigarette after a big battle is absolutely fun. No matter what kind of war, men who can smoke can't help but come to such a one.

Putting the cigarette in his mouth and taking a deep sip, Burrison continued: "Until that morning, I had nothing to eat and went hungry to the fields to see my crops... There was a car parked there. When I got to the side of the road, two people came over and asked me whether I would be willing to participate in a scientific research project. Regardless of the results, they would give us 20 acres of fertile land."

2 The platoon leader can clearly feel that when recalling this time, Burrison’s tone was full of regret and bitterness: "I am so excited, my two sons don’t have to go hungry anymore... so I thought about it. I didn’t think about it. I signed the contract without discussing it with my wife."

"Who would have thought that I was drawn to a laboratory and experienced a nightmare that I was shaking all over when I think of it." Burrison shrugged when he said this: "Those people gave me Drinking a lot of strange things, the taste is almost like shit, black, brown, as if...like a pond contaminated with heavy metals is disgusting."

He was talking about Ailan Hill’s magical biological experiments. These bizarre experiments gave Alan Hill many monsters. When Chris stopped these experiments, the experimental participants in these institutions had changed themselves. Life.

Burrison is one of them. He is different from the transformation of problem children. He is a test product directly transformed by adults, a test product that is considered successful now.

"Then some people came and injected some blood into my body. I was terrified, but they gave me a sedative, and then I didn't know anything." He said, taking another sip. Yan: "When I woke up again, I saw my own body...I was soaked in various liquid medicines."

This memory was something he did not want to face, and it was also a story that was destined to be a tragedy for anyone to listen to: "For the next more than a month, I was locked in a room with pain, not even myself. I know how I persisted."

Every time I think back to these days, Burrison can feel that his body is aching, and his whole body is aching: "This kind of pain has lasted for a long time, and I will only know this when I can go to the restaurant. Not only did I participate in the experiment, the entire 3,000 people were all the same test subjects as me."

"We are allowed to write home, but the content of the letter must be repeatedly checked. We can also get the reply letter written by family members. During that time, this is all my hope to support me." He only gradually relaxed a little when he did.

Because he knew that even if the **** in the laboratory didn't treat him as a person, they did fulfill their promise.

They have prepared a large number of preferential treatments for the families of these people who participated in the experiment, including land allocation, amnesty for exemption from military service, school and employment arrangements for children with children, and a large amount of subsidies...

From this point of view, this is already a very humane cooperation, not a kind of indifference to life.

Therefore, Burrison has no grievances, and he is not even going to use **** to call those who experiment with his body.

"Every period of time, a failed experimenter will die, and those who have a rejection reaction will be miserably turned into **** corpses. Sometimes, I was eating, and someone screamed and exploded not far away. Come, become a **** behemoth and fall to the ground to death."

This is what happened frequently in those gloomy, dark days. He has seen experimental specimens of half-humans and half-beasts, and various corpses of dead demons or dead beasts.

He has also seen a man with a magic spar slot on his body, and he has also seen a child who can open a blood basin and swallow a piglet.

Anyway, after seeing the darkest and most terrifying pictures, Burrison was numb to the extreme. He didn't want to admit the fact that he had been transformed. He hid in the crowd, pretending to be an ordinary person as much as possible.

"Later, rejection reactions became less and less, we all became successful experimenters, our senses became more acute, and mortal bodies became stronger... even if we wanted to, we could become half-wolves and half-humans. Monster fighting..."

What can he do? Crying to others about your tragic experience? Condemning the injustice of the world to yourself? Everyone will say that the Ailan Hill Empire is not as glamorous as it appears on the surface. Tell others that the superior emperor is actually a ruthless executioner?

Stop making trouble, Burrison sneered, shook his head and looked at the smoke-filled horizon: "However, now I don’t even know whether I am a human or a monster. I don’t dare to myself. I went home to see my relatives, so I signed up here, wanting to see myself and the devil, who is more like a monster."