The laser cutting machine is carving the 13th sacrum.
Dr. Kovac hides a Van Cleef & Arpels couple watch under his white coat, and the second hand beats in sync with the brain wave monitor on the operating table. He adjusts the focus of the microscope, and Evelyn's eyelashes suddenly tremble - the body that has been soaked in formalin for five years is secreting fresh tears. The DNA helix structure on the display screen reorganizes itself, gradually revealing Lilith's face before plastic surgery.
"The memory transplant is 98.7% complete." The nurse stuffed the frozen nerve bundle into the skull, "but the hippocampus has an immune response." She lifted the corpse's wedding dress, and fluorescent blue liquid oozed from the waist and abdomen sutures - it was the genetic waste from the cloning factory at the bottom of the Chicago River.
The alarm suddenly screamed.
In the morgue surveillance footage, Lilith's clone was strangling the security guard with a blood transfusion tube. They slid through the corridor on the plasma, and their removed vocal cords hummed the out-of-tune "Wedding March". Dr. Kovac pressed the emergency button, and Evelyn's cryochamber began to inject gasoline. The glass hatch reflected his distorted reflection - the missing part of the right earlobe was exactly the same as the fire chief's burn wound.
In the underground clinic in Manhattan, Isabella's rib cartilage was emitting a burning smell.
"You installed a tracker in my body?" She clenched her bloody ribs, and the microchip embedded in it flashed red. The plastic surgeon wore a gas mask and the laser knife accurately cut the tulip birthmark on her chest: "This is the GPS of the Blackwood bride."
The surgical light suddenly exploded. In the darkness, the skin tissue soaked in culture fluid began to wriggle, piecing together the surveillance video of the Devil's Corner Cliff five years ago. Isella saw that her figure holding a torch was tampered with - the birthmark appeared out of thin air on the originally blank left chest, and the real arsonist's right earlobe was missing a piece.
"Do you think Lilith is the only experiment?" The doctor threw the birthmarked skin into the incinerator. "Since the first time you forged a suicide record, every psychiatrist has been updating your memory chip." He turned on the brain wave projector, and the medical records in 2003 showed that nine-year-old Isella had stuffed a Barbie doll into a microwave, and the firefighter in the corner of the surveillance camera was smiling.
At the altar at the bottom of the Chicago River, the wedding dress soaked in gasoline was breathing on its own.
Lilith inserted the electrode into Evelyn's temple, and the virtual reality helmet gushed out a torrent of memories from five years ago. She saw Dr. Kovac kneeling on the edge of the burning cliff, using a syringe to extract cerebrospinal fluid from his skull; she saw the fire chief stuffing tulip earrings into the palm of the charred corpse, with the Russian word "Kovac" engraved on the inside of the earrings.
"So you are the son of the 13th bride." She tore off the virtual reality helmet, and the carbonized vocal cords actually made Evelyn's original voice, "In 1904, the immigration records showed that the Kovac family bride disappeared in the transoceanic cruise ship fire."
Dr. Kovac's laser knife suddenly pressed against her newly transplanted vocal cords: "Now we are two-headed revenge birds." He lifted his white coat, and thirteen tubes of different colors of fuel were tied around his waist. "Blackwood burned my great-grandmother, and your firefighter father..."
The riverbed suddenly shook violently. The clones broke through the bulletproof glass and dragged Evelyn's body to the center of the vortex. The burn scars on their wrists automatically cracked, revealing micro-explosive fuses - the countdown showed 13 minutes.
On the Devil's Head Cliff in San Francisco, heavy rain washed the newly built gasoline altar.
The fire chief was pouring liquid memory into the reef hole, and the silver liquid mixed with brain tissue fragments boiled in the moonlight. The GoPro camera suddenly focused automatically: five years ago today, he personally stuffed the unconscious Evelyn into the freezer, and Dr. Kovac's earlobe was dripping with blood.
"You tampered with my burning log." He roared at the waves and crushed the tulip earrings into powder. When the powder was sprinkled into the gasoline, the flame suddenly materialized into Evelyn's appearance, and the burning finger pointed directly in the direction of Chicago.
A harsh laugh came from the intercom: "Father is always partial." Dr. Kovac's voice was mixed with the sound of surgical instruments colliding, "He taught you to burn the bride, but passed the memory transplant technology to me." The holographic projection suddenly unfolded on the crest of the wave-the scene of the Kovac family cruise ship fire in 1912, and the teenage fire captain was locking the crying bride into the bottom cabin.
At 3:13 in the morning, Evelyn's body opened her eyes in the gasoline.
Lilith's clones suddenly stopped attacking and knelt collectively at the edge of the altar. They tore open their chests and arranged their burning hearts into a DNA double helix. Dr. Kovac knelt in the center of the blood formation and used a laser knife to cut open the cryochamber - Evelyn's eyelashes were covered with frost, but her pupils reflected Lilith's face after plastic surgery.
"Welcome to your own funeral." He put the brainwave synchronizer on her wet head, "This time it will be burned more evenly."
The Chicago River suddenly reversed. The river water mixed with cloned blood poured into the altar, and the thirteen sarcophagi automatically formed a giant incinerator. When Evelyn's body was pushed into the flames, all the clones began to twitch synchronously, and the barcodes on the back of their necks were reorganized into the same number in the high temperature - 131313.
When the searchlight of the fire helicopter pierced the thick smoke, Lilith saw Dr. Kovac tearing off his skin in the flames - the burned right face was exactly the same as the fire chief. He raised the flamethrower and pointed it at the night sky. Thirteen burning wedding dress drones formed the Avengers logo and dived towards Manhattan and San Francisco at the same time.