"It looks like our little friend is getting harder and harder to contain. Baymax, send all of them in."
"Let me see what the test subject can really do."
Watching the test subject and the Tyrant it had brainwashed shift restlessly on the screen, Killian could not help curling his lips into a smile as he gave the order.
He wanted to see whether the biohazard response force he had spent so much effort building could really handle this kind of biological disaster.
"Understood. Biohazard response force, full assault!"
After receiving Killian's command, Baymax immediately relayed the order through the earpieces of every unit stationed on Level 50.
In the next instant, every soldier's eyes lit up as they locked onto the two enemies in the distance.
Then, with the force advancing in orderly formation, the battle officially began. Nearly six hundred armed troops against only two hostile subjects.
"ROAR!"
The Tyrants let out deafening howls and charged the test subject at once.
The most eye-catching among them were the agile Tyrants. While the other Tyrants had barely taken a few steps, the three large agile Tyrants had already crossed the distance in the blink of an eye, appearing right in front of the test subject and its controlled Tyrant.
Then they swung their massive, razor-sharp claws down.
In an instant, flesh split open and blood sprayed everywhere.
Even so, after taking a slash from one of the female Tyrants, the test subject only flashed a savage expression before unleashing a violent sonic blast that slammed two of the agile Tyrants flat against the floor.
Then it reached for one of their heads with its hand.
Almost instantly, after the control signals from the command center for one of the Tyrants cut out once again, another Tyrant fell under its control.
And just as the test subject moved to seize the remaining agile Tyrant, the T-800s finally opened fire.
Rat-tat-tat-tat!
Heavy gunfire erupted all at once as the T-800s poured out ammunition like it was free.
Bullets tore into the test subject's body. Blood and flesh scattered through the air like crimson petals drifting in the wind.
Feeling the intense pain, the test subject gritted its teeth. The strength-type Tyrant it controlled, which had still been brawling with one of the female Tyrants moments earlier, abruptly ignored the attacks on its own body and moved in front of the subject, using its huge frame like a wall of iron to shield it from nearly all incoming fire.
But the next second, there was a deafening boom.
A tremendous impact slammed into the strength-type Tyrant, sending it flying backward. The much smaller test subject behind it was thrown down with it.
They crashed hard against the laboratory floor, the controlled Tyrant's body pinning the subject beneath it.
Seeing the opening, the remaining three strength-type Tyrants charged forward.
With a heavy drop from above, all three came down on top of the already-fallen strength-type Tyrant with the force of a mountain collapsing. Under that impact, the controlled Tyrant's eyes bulged so hard they nearly popped out.
The floor cracked under the crushing weight of the three Tyrants.
Most importantly, the test subject pinned under everything had gone completely still. Blood was already spreading out beneath the pile.
At that moment, as if sensing something, the pinned strength-type Tyrant suddenly roared in fury. Its body swelled further, veins standing out all over, and with a violent burst of strength it threw the Tyrants on top of it aside.
Then, spotting the perfect chance, it rose and swung its enormous arm with all its might at one of its former comrades. It did not hesitate in the slightest. It showed no trace of loyalty to the Tyrants that had once fought by its side.
Meanwhile, the female Tyrant under the test subject's control also erupted with terrifying force, to the point that the other two agile Tyrants could barely keep up.
"Boss, the test subject's psychic control seems to come with a strengthening effect. Even though they're all strength-type and agile-type Tyrants, the combat data for the ones under its control is over thirty percent higher than the ones controlled by our neural chips."
"It's like they've been pumped full of stimulants."
Watching the battle data and energy readouts from both sides' Tyrants, Samuel turned to Killian and reported excitedly.
"Yes, psychic abilities have always been mysterious. No one really knows all the ways they can be used."
"But this gives us a very good reference point for how this type of ability could be used in future troop deployments."
Killian nodded repeatedly as he watched the controlled Tyrants unleash strength far beyond their normal limits.
He was even tempted to feed the test subject another control-type Tyrant just to see what would happen.
"Baymax, send in a control-type Tyrant."
Seeing that the battlefield had become so crowded with hulking Tyrants grappling with each other that the T-800s, Extremis soldiers, and even the remaining three control-type Tyrants had no room to enter, Killian gave the next order.
"Boss, you're not thinking…"
Hearing that command and recalling the look on Killian's face moments earlier, Samuel seemed to realize something and spoke hesitantly.
"Yes. This is a rare chance to gather real combat data. I want to see whether a control-type Tyrant, whose strengths are already centered on psychic power, can resist being taken over, or what kind of performance it might display if it fails."
Killian looked meaningfully at his capable subordinate as he explained.
To be honest, the reason he had felt danger earlier was simply because he had still been on that floor. His instincts had warned him to leave.
Now, though, things were different.
They were on Level 51.
There were nearly a thousand armed personnel controlling the situation.
They still had an emergency destruction option for the entire floor.
And every level in the facility had been fitted with concentrated high-yield explosives powerful enough to wipe out everything on that level if necessary.
Frankly speaking, no carbon-based lifeform would survive a blast like that.
That was exactly why Killian felt completely at ease pushing things this far.
After receiving the order, Baymax relayed the command to the field.
The control-type Tyrant, which had previously stayed back and used telekinetic force from a distance to support the battle, immediately raised a foot and pushed its way toward the center of the fight.
At the same time, the other Tyrants also seemed to receive new instructions. They broke off and slowly fell back.
Seeing that, the test subject, which had only just fully regenerated after being crushed into a pulp under its own controlled Tyrant, hesitated.
It clearly did not understand what the enemy was doing.
It had already seized two of their monsters.
So why were they backing off now?
Why were they sending it another one?
Caught between its greed for more power and its instinct for survival, the test subject still chose action.
With a savage grin, it jumped onto the control-type Tyrant's shoulders, drove its hand into the side of the Tyrant's head through the ear, and began pouring psychic force into the Tyrant's brain.
This time, however, things were different.
Unlike before, when taking control of a Tyrant had happened almost instantly, now it ran into massive resistance.
It felt like a wall had risen up in its mind, blocking it from moving forward at all.
At the same time, the pain and discomfort in its own brain intensified sharply.
The Tyrant beneath it, which had still been firmly suppressed by the neural chip, began violently struggling and shaking.
No matter what kind of creature it was, once its brain came under attack, its wildly active brainwaves would trigger an instinctive defensive reaction.
Feeling the huge monster bucking beneath it, the test subject clenched its teeth and pushed even more psychic power into the struggle.
At that moment, even Killian and the others, watching remotely, could clearly see a blue current of energy rising from the subject's head, flowing through its arm, and into the Tyrant's brain.
"So the subject can only control things through direct contact."
"Compared to Kilgrave's control, this is still far behind."
Watching that scene, Samuel could not help speaking with some regret.
Because if the subject had been able to dominate other minds remotely while also boosting their combat capabilities, that ability alone might have qualified as S-rank.
Unfortunately, that single flaw was impossible to ignore.
"Haha. No one is perfect. Even the strongest abilities come with drawbacks."
"What we need to do is combine the strengths of multiple abilities, fill in one another's weaknesses, and get as close to perfection as possible."
Killian smiled and reassured him.
After all, in the Marvel universe, powerful abilities were everywhere, but almost every one of them came with a very obvious weakness.
Jiaying's ability lacked combat power.
Daisy's body could not keep up with her ability's destructive force.
Hulk's power came at the cost of control.
Even Captain America's Super Soldier Serum amplified the user's emotions to dangerous extremes.
That was exactly why combining abilities had become such a tempting path in so many different storylines.
"Power Completion Project."
"Yes. That's it, Boss. Let's call the new project the Power Completion Project."
After hearing Killian's explanation, Samuel's eyes lit up as he suddenly blurted out the name.
For a long time, he had not been satisfied with any name for the project.
But now, after Killian's reminder, he had finally found one that fit perfectly.
Killian's mouth twitched slightly.
If Samuel had not spent every day under Baymax's supervision, Killian might honestly have wondered whether the man had been replaced by someone else.
Power Completion Project.
He was one step away from calling it the Human Instrumentality Project.
Still, this plan was about completing and expanding human abilities, not abandoning human bodies altogether.
As a carbon-based lifeform himself, Killian was still quite attached to having an actual physical body.
"Fine. Your call."
In the end, Killian only complained inwardly for a second before letting it go.
It was just a project name.
If Samuel actually succeeded in finishing the thing one day, he could call it the Creator Project for all Killian cared.
Meanwhile, after a full half hour of fierce mental struggle, the test subject finally succeeded in seizing the control-type Tyrant.
And the moment the Tyrant fell under its control, everyone watching could clearly see the smile spread across the subject's face.
"Looks like it's very confident now that it can turn this around."
Samuel smiled as he watched that expression.
According to the subject, it now had three enhanced combat assets under its control, plus itself.
On paper, the balance had clearly shifted.
"According to the data, this Tyrant's brain activity is undergoing a dramatic increase…"
Before Baymax could even finish the sentence, the video feed changed again.
The newly controlled control-type Tyrant exploded with massive psychic force, sending debris and fragments around it floating into the air.
"All right. Enough playing around."
"Full attack."
"Let me see what kind of surprise it can still give us."
Seeing the subject now backed by three controlled assets and itself, Killian finally gave the order.
At once, every remaining unit surged forward.
This time, even the Extremis soldiers who had been held in reserve rushed into battle, their entire bodies wreathed in fire as they bounded toward the subject like blazing cannonballs.
But before they could get close, the control-type Tyrant under the subject's control stretched out a hand and froze every single one of them in place.
At the same moment, the other control-type Tyrants on Killian's side also raised their hands, pushing back with their own psychic force.
Even so, two control-type Tyrants working together could barely keep the enemy's one psychic Tyrant from advancing.
The battlefield locked into a dead standstill.
But for the strength-type Tyrants, that was not a problem at all.
Three of them roared forward at full speed and smashed toward the controlled Tyrants ahead.
This time, they showed absolutely no restraint. Their massive fists hammered down one after another with enough force to split the air itself.
The brutal physical violence of primal beasts tearing each other apart played out in full.
Elsewhere, the female Tyrant under the subject's control was now fully surrounded by the remaining agile Tyrants and dragged into a vicious melee of claws and blood.
And with the field thinned down enough that only the subject itself was left exposed, the surviving T-800s immediately raised their rifles and opened fire again.
The remaining Extremis soldiers dashed in between the streams of bullets at extraordinary speed, closing in on the target from all directions.
At that instant, the perfect coordination between superhuman strike teams was displayed to the fullest in the combined assault of the Extremis soldiers and T-800 combat units.
But to the subject, these attackers were nothing more than trash.
Looking at them charge in, it curled its lips in contempt.
Then, with one punch and one kick, it sent two Extremis soldiers flying backward.
The force of the blow was so great that several T-800s were knocked off their feet as well.
At the same time, the Extremis soldiers' bodies, burning with extreme heat as they regenerated, landed directly on top of nearby T-800s.
The high temperature ignited the machines' damaged systems.
Boom!
A violent explosion erupted where they collided.
The clone soldiers, caught in the explosion and with their own Extremis fire destabilized, were instantly blown to ash.
(End of Chapter)
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