"Hm?!"
This sudden sound made Sinclair's movements halt instantly.
Sinclair silently turned around, his eyes fixed on the dark passage from which the sound had come, and he said calmly, "Bio-humans, why aren't you quickly eliminating that intruder for me?"
"Roar!"
Following Sinclair's command, the dozen or so bio-humans who had been on standby in the laboratory immediately charged towards the passage.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Then, after a brief series of thundering sounds, everything returned to silence.
"It's resolved."
"An unimportant interlude."
After Sinclair realized that no more unusual sounds were coming from the passage, he first let out a sigh of relief, then turned around, intending to continue his experiment.
"It is indeed resolved."
However, when Sinclair turned around, he was completely stunned.
What met Sinclair's eyes was a burly man in a black uniform, with a strikingly vibrant red 'S' on his chest.
Furthermore, because the man was standing directly under the operating table's overhead light, his expression was completely obscured by the light, making it impossible for Sinclair to discern his demeanor.
But Sinclair could sense that the man seemed very angry.
"Superman?"
Although Sinclair couldn't see the man's expression or appearance, he noticed the large 'S' on the man's battle suit, and thus instinctively uttered his name.
"Bang!"
But the next second, Sinclair dismissed his own thought.
Because the burly man, who he suspected was Superman, flashed in front of him, and with a single hand, he grabbed Sinclair's neck, lifting him up like a small chick.
"Wuwuwu."
Fear reflected in Sinclair's eyes; he shook his head frantically and said, "Superman wouldn't treat humans so roughly, even if I am a criminal."
"So I am not Superman."
The burly man smiled, his voice like a shriek from hell.
Yes, this burly man in the pitch-black Superman battle suit was naturally Eden.
In fact, just as Eden was contemplating whether his clothes would get dirty from the sewer water and if his identity would be exposed, the system suddenly came online.
The system, at the cost of all the lottery chances Eden had accumulated so far, exchanged for the battle suit Eden wore during simulated combat, and the suit came with odor elimination, stain resistance, and facial recognition obstruction.
Hmm, this battle suit almost met all of Eden's needs, so he agreed without any hesitation.
Moreover, the battle suit also had a casual wear function; when Eden didn't need the battle suit in his daily life, he could make the suit on him transform into any clothing he could imagine.
In other words, this single battle suit fulfilled all of Eden's future daily and combat clothing needs.
"Bang!"
After Eden lifted Sinclair with one hand, he casually threw him aside; he wasn't in a hurry to deal with Sinclair's problem, but instead untied William, who was bound to the operating table nearby.
"Who are you?"
William looked at the burly man in the Superman uniform before him, his brows tightly furrowed.
Although he had never seen the man before, his intuition kept warning him; he always felt a strong sense of familiarity from this person in front of him.
"Can you leave here by yourself?"
After Eden quickly removed the restraints from the operating table, he helped William down and asked.
"Of course."
William nodded lightly; after a long sleep, his mental state had reached its peak.
"Then please leave on your own!"
"I still have some private matters to attend to."
Eden said, leading William to the passage entrance, then turned back on his own.
"Uh."
William watched Eden leave, his mouth open, the words he had intended to say suddenly caught in his throat; after a long period of thought, he murmured to himself, "Who does he resemble?"
About half a minute later.
William suddenly had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed in shock, "Eden!"
"I need to go back to the dorm and see!"
As William said this, he immediately walked towards the end of the sewer, eager to return to the dorm to see what his good friend Eden was doing at that moment!
At the same time.
In the sewer, inside Sinclair's laboratory.
Sinclair had never dreamed that one day he, too, would be tied to this cold operating table.
"Bio-humans!"
"Bio-humans, where are you?"
Sinclair was still screaming wildly, trying to get the bio-humans he created to save him.
"Don't be silly."
"While you were wasting words with William, all thirty-plus of your bio-humans were eliminated."
Eden said calmly, looking at the frenzied Sinclair.
Then, Eden began to examine Sinclair's surgical tools.
"What are you going to do?"
Eden's actions instantly made Sinclair panic; his pupils constricted slightly as he questioned Eden.
"Don't be afraid, you will soon achieve 'ascension'."
Eden rubbed the scalpel, looking expressionlessly at Sinclair, who was forced to lie on the operating table, and said in a flat tone.
"No!"
"You can't do this!"
Sinclair looked at Eden with horror.
Then, Sinclair seemed to have thought of something; he struggled on the operating table, shaking his head and saying, "I am different from them! You can't cut off my frontal lobe! Don't turn me into an idiot!"
"What are you afraid of?"
"Isn't this the ascension you've always dreamed of?!"
"I'm just doing to you what you did to others, so why are you so terrified?"
"Do you also know that this is wrong?"
Eden tilted his head, calmly sterilizing the scalpel.
"Please spare me this one time!"
"My experimental subjects were all robbers, thieves, and school bullies!"
"None of them were good people."
"Even New York police couldn't be bothered with them."
Sinclair cried out to Eden continuously; he was scared, he regretted it.
"I know."
"That's why I couldn't be bothered with you before."
"But you shouldn't have harmed an innocent person."
Eden continued.
"I was wrong!"
"I truly was wrong!"
"I really shouldn't have harmed innocent people."
"Please spare me!"
Sinclair paused slightly at these words, then continued to plead.
Sinclair thought that as long as he repented, he would be saved.
All those superheroes were like that; they would only intimidate criminals but never kill them.
At the same time, Sinclair secretly thought to himself, "The bio-humans I developed are still too weak; they cannot effectively strike at superhumans! Once I escape from this weirdo's grasp this time, I must experiment on superhumans to get my revenge."
"You don't know you were wrong."
"You know you're going to die."
In response, after sterilizing the scalpel, Eden looked at Sinclair lying on the operating table and smiled.
Unfortunately, Eden was not a superhero.
"No!"
Suddenly, under Sinclair's disbelieving gaze, the scalpel that had accompanied him through countless experiments finally fell upon him.
"Ah!!"
At once, a piercing scream echoed throughout the entire laboratory.
"Cecil, come out and clean up."
After Eden finished all of this, he took out his phone and sent Cecil a text message.
From Eden's understanding of Cecil, the moment Eden broke into Sinclair's lair, Cecil should have already received the intelligence.
On the other side.
"Eden, are you there?"
"Whether you're here or not, I'm coming in!"
As William jogged back to the dorm, excitedly pushed open the dorm door, and prepared to verify his guess.
He saw Eden sitting by the dorm window, holding a steaming cup of coffee, sipping it slowly.
"You're back?"
"How was your time yesterday?"
When Eden saw William, he, as if nothing had happened, put down his coffee and asked him.
"My guess was wrong?"
When William saw Eden, he froze in place, saying in disbelief.
On the other side, Sinclair's underground mad laboratory.
"..."
Cecil looked at the scene before him, like a hell on earth, with severed limbs and remains scattered everywhere, and fell silent.
"Perhaps, a perfect Superman isn't so bad after all."
After a while, Cecil murmured to himself.
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