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"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How can it fly? And how did it get that big?!"
Dr. Wu recognized him instantly—Jack was a Indominus Rex he had personally engineered.
Once, this had been his proudest creation.
In under a year, it had grown from infancy to sub-adulthood, its development astonishingly fast.
Every attribute surpassed expectations. It was a living testament to genetic engineering, a priceless asset.
Dr. Wu had envisioned fame and fortune when this creature was finally unveiled in Jurassic World.
But those dreams ended in blood and chaos.
The male Indominus Rex had escaped its enclosure, alongside the female, unleashing carnage across the park.
Countless lives lost and years of planning—gone.
Everything he and Hoskins had built unraveled in a single day.
Dr. Wu couldn't understand it. He hadn't witnessed the breach himself.
How had one or two dinosaurs wipe out a heavily armed force?
But now, staring at Jack, he finally understood. And what he saw filled him with dread.
No one knew the genetic makeup better than he did.
Sure, it contained DNA from over a dozen species—but none of them should have allowed it to grow wings like a pterosaur, horns like a triceratops, tail spines like a stegosaurus, or reach the massive size of a brachiosaur.
What had gone wrong? Was it a mutation? Evolution?
What kind of monster had he brought into the world?
"It's flying toward us!! Open fire! Now!!"
Hoskins shouted, panic overtaking him.
He hadn't expected Jack to catch up so quickly.
Thump, thump, thump—!!
At the helicopter's open door, a mercenary manned a heavy machine gun, firing with all his might. The sky lit up with bursts of tracer fire.
But Jack didn't flinch. He powered through the hail of bullets, wings folding back as he dove, reaching a speed over 100 km/h, closing in fast.
The helicopter had just lifted off—it hadn't even begun to accelerate—before Jack was upon it.
Compared to his towering frame, the chopper looked like a flimsy toy.
"No, no, no!!"
Hoskins and Dr. Wu could only stare in horror.
CRUNCH!!
In the blink of an eye, Jack clamped down on the helicopter's tail.
His jaws—stronger than steel—ripped through the alloy like paper.
The helicopter spun out of control and plummeted.
BOOM!
Thankfully, it hadn't reached high altitude.
Though the crash scattered wreckage across the ground, the passengers survived, injured, but alive.
Dr. Wu instinctively checked the experimental data and samples he had brought.
Miraculously, they were intact.
He barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief when a thunderous gust slammed into the wreck. Jack had landed.
The downwash from his massive wings sent loose debris and dust flying.
The air itself trembled.
Creeeeak—
Jack extended his massive, sickle-shaped claws and tore the helicopter's side open like foil.
The passengers inside froze, now completely exposed to the monster's gaze.
Several mercenaries guarding Hoskins opened fire, trying to resist—but Jack's massive tail, as heavy and deadly as a mace, swept across them with brutal force. In an instant, they were smashed into pulp.
"Ahhh!! Please help me! Somebody help!!"
Hoskins screamed hysterically, struggling to crawl out of the wreckage.
His large, round belly made every movement clumsy as he desperately tried to flee.
"So noisy."
With a thunderous crash, Jack slammed his dragon-like palm down, covering the ground where Hoskins had just been.
The earth caved in under the force, forming a deep crater shaped perfectly to his hand.
When Jack lifted his palm, nothing remained of Hoskins but a crushed mess—blood, shredded flesh, and a puddle of oil and fluid squeezed from his ruptured body.
He was well beyond dead.
He had once believed he was in control.
He saw the Indominus Rex and Velociraptors as weapons—military assets meant to make him rich.
But in the end, Jack—the very creature he thought he could control—crushed him like a bug.
Now, only Dr. Wu remained.
He collapsed to the ground, paralyzed with fear, unable to move a muscle.
"Y-You… you…"
Dr. Wu stared up at Jack, who now loomed above him.
His face had gone pale, his lips trembling. Words failed him.
And yet he understood—Jack had saved him for last.
That could only mean one thing: Jack recognized him.
Sure enough, Jack reached out with one massive claw, gently pinching Dr. Wu between two fingers and lifting him off the ground like a toy.
He stopped when they were face to face.
Dr. Wu found himself staring into the eyes of the monster he had created, and the grin slowly spread across Jack's face chilled him to the bone.
It was a familiar, cruel smirk. He'd seen it before, long ago, but never like this.
Jack remembered everything.
The first human he had ever seen after his creation was Dr. Wu.
Born of genetic manipulation, a parentless monster engineered in a lab, Jack knew exactly who had brought him into this world.
So, naturally, he wanted to express his gratitude.
By leaving Dr. Wu's body in one piece.
Crack—!!
With the smallest movement, Jack crushed Dr. Wu's neck between his fingers.
The doctor's eyes flew open in shock—then glazed over, his pupils dilating.
He hung limply, lifeless, as silence returned.
Just like Hoskins, Dr. Wu died in disbelief, never expecting his end would come at the hands of the very creature he had once designed.
Looking at the life of Dr. Henry Wu across the Jurassic series, it's clear he's neither a true villain nor a hero.
He's the textbook example of a scientific madman—someone who, under different superiors, continually engages in forbidden experiments in the name of progress.
He's a thread that runs through the entire series, the silent architect behind every catastrophe.
Dr. Wu was, without a doubt, one of the original creators of the dinosaurs, having worked alongside John Hammond since the early days of Jurassic Park.
But to him, dinosaurs were never living beings—they were tools.
Tools to chase fame, fortune, and professional glory.
It was his arrogance, his disregard for the sanctity of life, that caused history to repeat itself over and over again.
Every disaster, every death, can be traced back to that mindset.
Boom boom boom—!!
Just as Jack was about to leave, he paused.
The ground trembled beneath his feet—rhythmic, heavy, growing stronger.
Something massive was coming.
He narrowed his eyes.
"A Tyrannosaurus Rex?"
Through his telepathic sense, Jack detected the presence of another colossal creature barreling toward his position.
Somehow, a T.Rex had been released and was closing in fast.
And ahead of the T.Rex, fleeing with everything she had, was a woman.
She was sprinting awkwardly in high heels, clutching a burning torch in her hand.
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