Physical Anesthesia

The sudden change startled the mice, but they were quickly driven by curiosity to crawl toward the blood on the ground.

After sniffing around to confirm there was no danger, many of the mice began licking the blood on the ground. These were all laboratory mice, fed in fixed quantities, and kept at a just-right level of hunger most of the time to maintain their health, so they never missed an opportunity to eat.

The mice quickly licked up all the blood from the test tubes, not even wasting any of the blood on the glass shards.

The researchers have already picked up various notebooks and started observing and recording. Although they don't know what Tony is trying to do, they have to put on a good show in front of the big boss. They can't just say, "Your operation is not standardized at all, it doesn't measure, it doesn't use references, and your method is too rough."

But the T-virus was so amazing that before the researchers could even finish their complaints, the mutation occurred.

The mice began to scream in agony. The researchers were all professionals who had handled thousands, if not tens of thousands, of mice, but they had never seen such a agonizing scream, one that could even cause physical discomfort.

The mice were like they were being thrown into a vat of boiling oil, but they just wouldn't die. They kept rolling around on the ground, like fish thrown onto the shore, struggling and hitting the ground again and again in an attempt to relieve their pain.

"Look at that table!" Suddenly, a researcher shouted, pointing to the table inside the observation cabin as if he had discovered something.

As he exclaimed, people's attention was drawn to the table, where a small, distressed white mouse was frantically gnawing at the table leg.

The tables are all custom-made, made entirely of metal, and fixed to the ground. Generally speaking, no normal human being can damage them by hand.

But now the table leg has been bitten off by the white mouse, and the mouse's teeth have not broken, and it is eager to continue to rush to the next table leg.

"Nice teeth," Tony remarked casually.

Wesker quickly chimed in, "These mice are of very high quality, with stable genes, making them ideal for biological experiments."

But the researchers weren't in the mood to flatter their boss at this point; the improved teeth were just the smallest change, and the mice were starting to grow taller.

Each one swelled up as if it had been inflated.

The one that bit off a table leg visibly grew larger while it was biting another table leg; it was now the size of an adult woman's foot.

One by one, the researchers began to record the observation data in their notebooks at lightning speed. Some rushed over to bring over the experimental video recorder, turned it on in a flurry, and kept glancing at the observation chamber, afraid of missing anything.

The anomalies inside the observation cabin were nearing their end, and the painful screams were gradually fading away.

Most of the mice fell silent amidst their hissing, lying stiffly on the ground.

Researchers are now primarily observing several mice that have clearly undergone evolution, or rather, mutation.

The mutated mice have different appearances.

Most of them lie on all fours on the ground, but they are already the size of a house cat, with their front paws raised like kangaroos, and their red eyes staring at their fellow cats.

Others can walk upright, with bulging muscles and veins all over their bodies, making them look particularly ferocious. Apart from having a rat's head, you can't tell that they were once rats.

Another type has grown all sorts of superfluous organs, such as huge bone spurs growing on their backs, or their tails becoming several, which have become longer and stronger, sweeping around everywhere.

In short, a group of mice showed researchers the diversity of mutations.

The evolving mice, hostile to each other, had exhausted their energy reserves through rapid evolution. They were all ravenous and ready to eat, but their animal instincts told them that none of them were easy to deal with, and they were all waiting for their chance.

Soon the opportunity arose, or rather, a new anomaly occurred.

The mice that had been lying dead suddenly started moving again, albeit slowly. What was horrifying was that some of them had become like parts in an assembly when they were struggling in pain.

Some had half their bodies gone, some had no legs, and some had their heads sticking out, but no matter what kind they were, they had all come back to life in ways that defied common sense, writhing wildly.

This is why the test subjects were mice; otherwise, let alone humans, even monkeys would have created a hellish scene, causing sanity to plummet.

The researchers were all young, and soon someone shouted, "These are zombies! Zombie rats!"

The appearance of zombie rats disrupted the balance among the evolved rats, and a fierce battle ensued. The fight among a group of rats gave people the feeling of watching a B-movie, with blood and limbs flying everywhere.

Pepper told Tony as the rats screamed and left. She had a lot of work to do and didn't want to watch disgusting biological experiments, leaving Wesker to keep up the fun with Tony.

But Wesker doesn't have time for flattery now. Someone hired by Pepper to be in charge of Umbrella certainly didn't get promoted purely by flattery. Wesker not only has strong administrative abilities, but also a PhD in biology, although it's somewhat questionable; he graduated entirely thanks to his high emotional intelligence.

But he still had basic eyesight. Looking at the scene inside the experimental chamber, Wesker knew that this company was not the toy that Tony Stark had suddenly come up with.

It's not that he jumped into Stark Industries as a stepping stone, thinking that if he did well, Umbrella would be the next Stark Industries, and he would be Umbrella's Obadiah.

With that in mind, Wesker immediately got into the zone and prepared to work, but he still didn't go offside, so he asked Tony for instructions.

"Sir, should we let the test subjects calm down first? They are all excellent test subjects, isn't it a bit wasteful to use them like this?"

Tony didn't want to watch B-movies either; they were nauseating. It was much better to act in another kind of movie. The reason he kept watching was because he found that the success rate of the mutation seemed to be very high, much better than that T-virus original.

Could it be due to transmission through one's own blood, or that the T-virus one injected was a superior variant of the T-virus?

Upon hearing Wesker's suggestion, Tony agreed, saying, "You can arrange it."

Having received Tony's approval, Wesker immediately stepped forward and pressed a few buttons on the control panel of the isolation pod.

Anesthesia gas began to be released inside the chamber, and the various forms of evolved rats became sluggish and gradually collapsed.

But the zombie rats didn't react at all. Moreover, the zombie rats, who were originally in a weaker position and were food, began to rebel when they saw the evolved white mice fall down.

Try to bite the fallen evolved rats, but most evolved rats have tough skin. Although they may not be as tough as the Tyrant that Tony fought, which could withstand rifle bullets with its bare body, they can still withstand the bites of zombie rats.

Wesker was getting anxious. These were all excellent experimental materials; how could they be ruined by inferior materials?

They quickly increased the release of anesthetic gas using the control panel, but unfortunately, the concentration of the anesthetic gas was already visible to the naked eye, and the zombie rats were still jumping around.

Wesker gritted his teeth, first shutting off the release of the anesthetic gas, then opening the ventilation system to extract the gas. He then said to the security personnel following behind, "Go to the armory and get the gun."