After hearing Habel's request, Davis's protruding eyeballs almost began to shine.

He has been working in this laboratory for more than 20 years and has studied many very useful things, but the effect of these things is a bit "scary", so he has never been used on a large scale, which makes him very dissatisfied, but helpless.

The senior officials sitting in the Pentagon wanted to kill the enemy and win in the war, but were unwilling to use some unconventional things. In his opinion, they were just bitch and straight.

Now that Hapur is here, he actually wants all his achievements, how can he not be excited?

Although Hapur is only the deputy director of the Intelligence Bureau, he is not as good as the military tycoon who can allocate tens of millions or hundreds of millions of dollars to him at any time, he has made some small progress at least.

He believes that as long as these people taste the sweetness, they will not worry about not using it in large quantities in the future.

This is called eating the marrow and knowing the taste.

"Chief Hapur, come with me."

Under Davis' leadership, Habel walked through the long and dim corridor.

"The lights are a little dim," Davis said as he walked, "you also know that this is a desolate place, and all power supply depends on those old generators, so we have to save electricity."

Habel did not respond to Davis's words.

To be honest, he didn't like Davis very much because he could easily see a kind of fanaticism that had almost become too much from his eyes.

Such people are very dangerous, not only to their enemies, but also to their own people.

So he deeply agreed with the military's practice of not paying attention to him. If the director had not given the order this time, he would not have come here.

Now he just wants to get what he wants and quickly leave the lean man whose pores are emitting the smell of disinfectant.

"What do you want to see first?"

After passing a metal gate that was dozens of centimeters thick, the two arrived at a "crossroad".

"What do you have?"

"Super warrior, powerful weapons, armor that can isolate superpowers, and some..." Davis thought for a while, and finally said, "The drug that can change your body. Of course, this drug is still in the research stage, with a slight side effect."

"Then let's take a look in order."

"Okay, please go here."

The two turned to the passage on the left and soon arrived at a spacious hall. A loud noise was heard across Hapur.

This is a large activity room full of various fitness equipment. Judging from the number of weighted pieces on the barbell, the guys who can lift these barbells are at least twice as powerful as those of Olympic champions.

In the middle of the activity room, there was a boxing ring surrounded by wire mesh. At this time, more than a dozen strong men with naked upper bodies were roaring excitedly around the boxing ring.

In the boxing ring, two strong men with at least two meters tall and thicker arms than ordinary people's thighs were fighting with daggers covered in blood.

Both of them had many wounds cut, one of them was even bleeding rapidly on his neck, and the other had a blood hole in his abdomen.

But the two seemed to have lost their intuition and did not take this little injury to heart. Instead, they stared at each other with red eyes, like two wild beasts with red eyes.

"Kill him Bill, don't be a coward like he did last time!"

"Haha... you're just a soft egg. If you lose again today, I'll let you have a long rolling pin tonight!"

...

Looking at the group of bloodthirsty, savage strong men and smelling the bloody smell in the air, Hapur resisted the urge to vomit.

"Hey, stop me!" Davis saw his discomfort and immediately clapped his hands, "Idiots, you finally have a job, hurry up and stand up!"

"Work?" asked a strong man covered in tattoos with a little suspicion, "Aren't our job just waiting to die here?"

"Davis, are you feeling hypoxia in your brain?"

"Everything is serious!" Davis said with a stern face, "This time it's really a job, you can go out crazy!"

Everyone looked at each other and finally walked over quickly, lined up in a row of not very neat lines.

Hapur counted, and there were sixteen people in total, including the two guys who were still bleeding.

"They're both..."

"It's okay, they're all used to it, just bandage it later," Davis introduced. "They all have extremely strong recovery ability, and wounds like this can only be recovered in a few hours.

"So when they are bored, they like to break their opponents' hands and feet, or pull out the venue.

"Of course, it will take a little slower to recover from such injuries, which will take about a week, and it will consume a lot of medicinal materials and reagents, so I generally don't allow them to do this."

A puncture injury can recover in a few hours?

If your intestines are torn, will it be cured in one week?

Although it sounds a bit disgusting, Hapur suddenly felt a little interested.

It seems that this place is not as useless as he imagined. At least this technology can save the lives of many soldiers.

Of course, the premise is to spend money.

"Bruce."

"exist!"

The strong man covered in tattoos immediately walked forward.

"This is the captain of the Tigers, Bruce," Davis introduced, "The Tigers are our own name.

"Bruce, this is Mr. Habel, Deputy Director of the Intelligence Bureau. Your mission will be released for you this time.

"You guys tell me, if you don't want to stay in this damn basement all your life, then do it for me!

"Did you understand?"

"I understand!"

"Mr. Habel," Bruce asked loudly, "Can we ask first, how many people are needed for our mission this time?"

"It's difficult...ss level," Habel said, "As for how many people, I think you all go together."

"yeah!"

The Tiger Team could go when they heard it, and jumped up on the spot with excitement.

Finally, I can go out to see the sunshine.

Moreover, the ss-level mission should not restrict them from killing people, right?

"Give you half an hour to prepare all your equipment and supplies."

"yes!"

The Tigers immediately dispersed. Although Hapur is a little disagreeing with the discipline of this team, what does it matter?

What he needs is the warrior, not the kindergarten children.

As long as he can complete the tasks assigned by the director, even if he is asked to bring a group of saber-toothed tigers and Tyrannosaurus Rex, he thinks it is nothing great.

He found that he seemed to have misunderstood the laboratory before.

Detecting the satisfaction in his eyes, Davis knew that the Tigers' performance had already made Habel feel more proud.
Chapter completed!