Chương 903: hope

"What…what are you doing?" Tonfa's voice came out in a stunned whisper as he watched the bullet pierce his chest. His eyes widened as he saw, not blood, but something entirely different pouring out from the wound. His lower abdomen began to writhe and convulse as if some unseen force were purging him from within. Tonfa let out a groan of agony as his body forced out the foul, infected flesh in a slow, agonizing expulsion. But, as he looked on in disbelief, new flesh began to replace the old. The ragged, corrupted edges of his wound smoothed over, and even his missing arm was regenerating, flesh knitting itself back together.

Tonfa flexed his newly healed fingers as if to confirm the miracle he'd just experienced, his expression half astonished and half bewildered. "This… did you figure out a way to stop the mutation?"