Chapter 71: Super Serum - Success
The old dog lunged at Zack, his bloodshot eyes filled with madness. He had one thought driving him—kill Zack and take everything he had. But before he could get close, his delusions were cut short. Thin, gleaming spider threads shot down from the wall above, wrapping tightly around his hands and feet.
"Argh! What the hell?!" he screamed, thrashing violently. His sheer strength was staggering—so much so that the Web shooter launchers affixed to the wall strained against his efforts. In his wild struggle, he even managed to tear chunks of concrete loose.
Yet before he could completely free himself, Zack sighed, waving a hand dismissively. "Enough. Take him down. Break his limbs."
At his command, the spiders swarmed in, their alloy-steel claws gleaming under the dim lab lights. They moved, knocking the old dog to the ground. In seconds, their sharp claws pierced through the joints of his hands and feet. "Ahhh!" The old dog let out an agonized scream as the strength that had filled him moments ago drained away. He felt like a balloon being punctured, his overwhelming sense of power deflating into despair.
"Throw him into containment for now," Zack ordered coldly, his tone devoid of emotion. "We'll deal with him after the tests are complete."
Throughout it all, Zack's expression remained calm, almost bored. If anything, he seemed amused. "Super Serum, huh?" he muttered. "Without proper skills, it doesn't make you a super soldier. It just makes you... a super idiot."
Zack turned his attention to the last machine in the lab. Inside was Subject No. 3, standing completely still, like a lifeless wooden statue. "All vitals are normal," Zack muttered, scanning the monitor. "But his brain activity... damaged beyond repair." His brows furrowed. It was clear the serum—enhanced with the Zeta virus—had failed to restore cognitive function. "Guess he's just another failure."
He stepped closer to the machine, preparing to write off the subject when something unexpected happened. Subject No. 3 moved. Zack's eyes narrowed. "Hmm?"
The subject's movements were minimal but deliberate. Zack watched carefully, then gave a test command. "Lift your right arm." Without hesitation, Subject No. 3 wrenched his arm free from the metal restraints. The force of his movements was so strong that the thick straps snapped like paper. But once his arm was free, he returned to his motionless state.