Journey Through the Marvel Universe Starting from the Zombie Universe

The Sandman walked out of the glass box. His body turned into a ball of quicksand at a rapid speed, and then condensed into a human form again.

He stepped onto an experimental table and lay down, looking a little nervous and uneasy. This is the first time he has faced such a complex technological procedure.

At this moment, he was in a separate room. The bald scientist just told him that all subsequent processes would be completed by automated machines, for the sake of everyone.

"Ha, for everyone's sake."

Flint Marco muttered and glanced at the four golden-armored warriors standing at the four corners of the room. Each of them was holding a large flamethrower and carrying some weapons on their backs for him to see. Things I don’t understand.

It doesn't matter whether he understands the principle or not. Flint understood almost the moment he was put into a room alone that these measures were all taken to isolate him from the scientists and prevent him from suddenly bursting out.

"Nanobots, huh? And what about the vaccine?"

Walter immediately went to work, fingers clicking rapidly on the center console. Those sharp probes penetrated the sandman's skin and were accurately positioned at the preset locations.

Seeing the confused look on this guy's face, Walter thoughtfully answered him: "You may feel a strange sense of relief and strength now. This is normal. The nanorobots in your body will not only kill you, but also kill you." The effect of dead zombies can also slightly enhance your physical abilities.”

Bai Yeyouyou, who had been keeping everything in view, said, he walked towards the isolation room, pushed the door in and stood in front of the sand man and looked at the man carefully.

No longer as stiff as before, he could feel himself becoming more flexible and powerful. It was an amazing feeling, and he struggled to understand the effects of the injection.

These flickering probes quickly and accurately locked their positions like mechanical snakes, waiting for the next experimental procedure. The whole scene is like a scene from a science fiction movie, full of mystery and coldness of future technology.

"The experiment is ready to begin."

"If you feel like you can't hold on anymore...well, just hold on a little longer. There's good reason to believe that this process is short-lived."

One probe slowly approached the Sandman's arm, another was positioned on his abdomen, and the last one was aimed at his neck.

Then, a transparent, liquid-like substance began to flow into the sandman's body along the micro-pipes connected to these probes. They became a group of small micro-killers - nanorobots.

At least for sand people who usually deal with police firearms and bank cash trucks, this is indeed a real future technology.

The pain gradually subsided, and Flint Marco gradually calmed down his breathing and climbed up from the experimental table, bending his body slightly, as if trying to adapt to the changes that had occurred in his body.

"Please don't move or turn to sand, Mr. Flint. We need you to endure as much pain as possible during the rest of this process."

"I decided to change our conditions. In addition to 10 million, I will also give you an additional bonus."

The probe pierced the sandman's body, and the moment the sharp needle penetrated the skin, it caused extreme pain.

Sandman felt a sharp stinging pain spread throughout his body. His eyes suddenly widened, and bloodshot eyes quickly appeared on the whites of his eyes, revealing his deep pain.

He quickly gritted his teeth and endured the pain, although his body was shaking involuntarily in pain. There were layers of sweat on his forehead, but he tried to remain silent and didn't make a sound. His hands clenched the edge of the experimental table, but no sound came out.

Flint looked slightly dissatisfied and shouted loudly: "Are you trying to humiliate me? I'm not a little brat who cries for his mother when he gets an injection. I'm a sandman!"

At this moment, Sandman felt a sense of relief, and his lips relaxed, but he still breathed in pain. Instead of the sting of the needle, his body began to feel stronger.

As the probe beeps, indicating the completion of the injection of the nanorobot, the probe is automatically pulled out of the Sandman's body.

The Sandman muttered to himself, trying to make sense of it all.

"I have to admit, I spoke a little too loudly before."

"More money is a good thing, but what is this? I remember you just said, have I been vaccinated?" Sandman touched his head and asked in confusion.

Sandman moved his shoulders, as if testing his new strength, then stared at Bai Ye firmly and said, "Where are those zombies? I can't wait to kill them and get the money!"

Walter's voice came from the speakers, and after computer processing, his voice sounded a little colder in Flint Marr's ears, or maybe he was just such a person.

"The vaccine has just been injected into you. For those zombies, you are now a walking sandstorm of death, which can easily send them to God or Mephisto."

Several probes slowly lowered from the ceiling, their silver needles emitting a cold light under the light. These probes may seem small, but they are extremely sharp and sparkle with a cold metallic luster. They operate like precision robotic arms, and each probe has a high degree of accuracy, targeting different body parts of the Sandman.

"This is a wonderful tool we will use when we get there. How tall can you become a sand giant? This will be of great help to our next mission."

"Of course, these enhancements only apply when you are still human. If you turn into a pile of sand, then the robot will not be able to enhance the human body according to the prefabricated program."

"Well--"

He turned to the bald scientist beside him and said, "Start."

He was panting violently, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and a low moan came from his throat. Although he didn't fully understand what would happen after the injection, he could feel his body changing.

Once someone moves out of line, these warriors will not hesitate and will immediately release the hot flames, slowly roasting him into a fine glass craft.

Bai Ye did not answer Sandman's question directly, but waved his hand. Suddenly, a mechanical arm slowly stretched out from the ceiling and handed a small metal box into his hand. There were ten red liquid substances lying in the box, which looked quite mysterious.

Standing outside the isolation room, Bai Ye looked at everything in the room and smiled, "Very good, this is the spirit we need."

The sandman was stunned for a moment, "Ten or hundreds of meters? To be honest, I have never measured that thing."

Bai Ye smiled and said, "Do you know about Gigantamax, Hank Pym?"