Marvel I Can Control The Metal

It's in the black prison building, in a quiet secret room.

Brom looked at the small room around forty square meters, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

With his arms tied, he was struggling desperately in the handcuffs.

The hands bound by the sturdy shackles could not move.

But Brom was struggling desperately regardless of his injury, but in a few moments, the whole wrist was dripped with blood, and the crimson blood kept flowing down the thigh.

The intense pain was constantly hitting Brom's brain.

Perhaps it was the few broken limb reborns that made him accustomed to it, and he was mentally prepared, coupled with this strange substance in the body, it would weaken the pain to a certain extent.

For this reason, Brom was not fainted by the intense pain.

But at the moment, he was still looking ugly, his clenched teeth were almost broken, and he shook his two bound arms like a lunatic.

If this scene were filmed, I think it would be more exciting than the person sawing the legs in Jigsaw Cry 1.

Brom's At the moment is so crazy because the restorative power in his body is temporarily uncontrollable, and he is still unconsciously recovering the wound on his wrist.

Such and such will only make him abandon his previous work, and he will suffer all the pain.

‘Long pain is worse than short one! ! ’

This is the only thought in At the moment Brom's mind.

At the moment, the severe pain in his wrists almost made him give up, which is simply not something ordinary people can do.

It's uncomfortable to think about the kind of thing that tears off one's wrist alive.

And Brom's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

There is a ‘crack! ’Crimson.

A few pieces of teeth burst out of his mouth.

And the swing of the arms is getting bigger and bigger.

The skin on the wrist has been rubbed off, leaving only Bai Sensen's bones connected to it.

"what!!"

At the moment, Brom couldn't hold back the sound, and yelled out in pain.

Pulling both hands forcefully, ‘clicked’, and the two bloody palms fell to the ground in this way.

And that layer of lava-like strange flesh and blood tissue immediately covered the wound of the severed limb.

The pain that made Brom want to commit suicide quickly subsided.

Finally, he raised his hands and looked at his lonely arm and the strange tissue tumbling on it.

On his pale face, Brom could barely squeeze out a smile.

It's just that smile with endless gloom.

He changed his mind, he who possessed such Ability, decided not to flee again.

He wants to run out, and then kill the people in the black prison one by one, and he wants to eliminate everyone present today.

Especially the little bastard who kicked him away, trying to find his family, and the little girl I met during the day today, can't let it go!

The brand-new tissues on both hands were tumbling, and new palms slowly grew out of them.

Brom was just a little wondering why the rate of new students had become so slow.

Without even noticing it, the crimson-orange cracks on his face spread more and more.

Just swallowed, and suddenly felt a thirst.

As the palm of his hand gradually recovered, this thirst became stronger and stronger.

But within a few seconds, all the lips were dry and cracked, and the mouth was also dry to the extreme.

It was like a man who had fled for a long time in the desert, and finally got the last breath of thirsty.

The original messy thoughts in my mind ended up with only one thought, "I want to drink water! Drink water!"

But now, the lower body and both feet are still locked.

Even on the table not far away, there is half a cup of pure water left over from drinking.

But for Brom at At the moment, it's all close to the horizon.

The focus of his eyes gradually lost, and even Brom's sanity began to gradually become confused.

In a hurry, he raised his arm that hadn't recovered, and took a bite.

The blood splashed out all of a sudden, pouring into Brom's mouth.

A trace of warm blood poured into his dry mouth, causing his dizzy head to wake up slightly.

But this can't solve the problem at all, and the thick blood will only make myself more uncomfortable.

Brom didn't even think about why he was in this situation. At the moment, he was a little crazy, he just wanted to go to the table, drink the half glass of water, and then rushed out to eat and drink.

After struggling again, I was sure that I really couldn't shake this layer of metal bondage on my body.

Madly began to twist his ankles, trying to break his ankles again to get him out.

If Zoster saw such a crazy move, he would definitely curse Brom as a lunatic.

If you want to drink water, just tell him no? Would you let him die of thirst?

After all, Brom is now the only experimental product. Although it is not valuable, it is also quite memorable. Zoster really didn't want this person to die like this.

Brom didn't care what Zost would think in the end, and now he wanted to drink the half glass of water.

Under such a ferocious and frantic struggle, only a thin layer of skin and flesh was left on the ankle in one minute.

With a hard effort, both ankles broke.

Brom supported his newly formed hands and pushed down.

Sure enough, without the hindrance of the sole of the foot, he was free from the bondage of this indestructible metal.

Brom rolled over and fell to the ground, struggling to crawl to the table a few meters away.

The crimson energy surged more and more fiercely, and the crimson cracks on his body also increased, covering his whole body.

But At the moment, Brom still had fatal injuries on his body, with his broken feet still very scary.

The energy surged, and the originally gentle and stable crimson energy began to flash on Brom's body.

Brom crawled towards the table with all his heart, struggling all over, looking very painful.

Gradually, even if his reaction was extremely slow, Brom had noticed something wrong.

As soon as his body became stiff, he was about to turn around and crawl towards the door. He was about to ask Zoster for help. Regardless of the final result, the most important thing was to save his life first.

But he was still too late, many steps late.

During this period of time, he had many opportunities to stop this suicidal move, but he refused one by one and chose such a path of no return that could not be turned back.

Before Brom turned around.

The red orange energy that had been surging in his body began to weaken crazily.

However, the cracks embedded in the original originally appeared extremely real.

The gaze that was still somewhat enchanting instantly solidified, and even the small black-and-white eyeballs suddenly filled with cracks.

In the next second, the body that was still active just pressed the pause button in an instant.

Numerous red-orange cracks spread wildly on his body, turning Brom into a cracked porcelain that was too fragile.

'bump'

There was a soft noise from the door.

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