In the underground boxing ring, my opponent mutated before the battle, and I smashed his head with one punch.
The Dragon Team sealed off the scene overnight and handed over a contract: "Join us, or silence."
I thought this was the treatment of a prisoner, until they implanted purple lines in my body - a punch weighs 380 kilograms, my reaction speed is three times, and I can tear down a wall with my bare hands like tearing paper.
But the look in Dr. Zhao's eyes made me tremble. He stared at the data and murmured: "The perfect carrier... I finally found it..."
I pretended to cooperate and investigated secretly, and found a terrifying file:
Experimental subject 9527, whose symptoms were exactly the same as mine, died after his brain exploded 45 days later.
Today is the 30th day since I had the tattoo implanted.
The Guixu sect is looking for me, there are people within the Dragon Group who want me dead, and the underworld has put a million-dollar reward on my head.
Only that mysterious woman hacked into the system late at night and said to me:
"Do you want to survive? I'll teach you how to make useless those who want to use you as pawns."
I clenched my fist, the purple lines glowing in the dark.
In 15 days, either I will become the strongest weapon of the dragon group.
Otherwise, I will become a nightmare for all forces.
