Elite Force: B.R.I. - Body Recovery Immmusination

- What you got there? - I saw you.

- Okay, gimme an impression of the Grinch.

- We could do some green face paint.

[dramatic orchestral music continues]

- My colleague and I, Mr. Johnson,

have worked the past 10 years

tirelessly to present our works

to the military leaderships of the world.

We have named it BRI,

Body Recovery Immunization.

BRI is a complicated

and technical procedure of which I'm not permitted

to disclose any classified details.

Within our program,

we can adjust select participants

into the greatest combat soldier of any battalion.

A five-year program is necessary

to readjust the body's DNA systematically over time,

that will bring to effect that when injured,

the serum-injected body will recover

and repair itself almost immediately.

This program is necessary as we see an ever-growing need

to advance our technologies, defenses, and troops.

We can utilize these soldiers with exceptional strength

and self-healing technologies as our frontline military

to protect our boundaries, our country, our security,

or for so much more.

My recent development was to

discover an unprecedented solution.

The original BRI infused with alligator blood.

This we have found helps the human body samples

develop a super-strength working within the DNA

to involve every cell one million times faster, better,

and healthier, all at the same time.

There is more, however.

We have discovered that if a arm

or a leg is severed from the body,

it will automatically extend

to the growth of the missing part.

This technology is astounding.

- That's genius. What is the cost of each soldier?

Billions.

These soldiers would be

so extremely dangerous in the wrong hands.

They could be used against governments for killing people

and robbing banks.

They can be anything.

The only way to kill 'em would be to blow 'em apart

or reduce 'em to ash.

And for that reason, I, I'm sorry

that I cannot put millions of lives at risk.

- Whatever it costs, we'll pay, right?

Yes.

You didn't tell me about this.

We're talking about billions, man,

and you walk away.

- Jasper, do you remember we served

in the military in Afghanistan?

I remember you lost a whole load of troops

to occupy a small village.

You hold no care for how many people die,

just so you can have power.

What happens to the soldiers who lose limbs

or are otherwise disabled by war?

It's my responsibility to save people's lives

and not to simply stand by

and let somebody like you take control.

I don't care who you save.

Look at this world.

It's all about money and power

and a division of rich and poor.

Brave soldiers die in valor for their country,

and it's the cowards that make history.

Now we have the dream, we have the control.

We can do anything we want.

Money?

Yes, billions.

It's never gonna happen.

You will get the job done,

otherwise your entire family dies.

Your choice.

You take some time to think about it.

Put the fucking gun down.

Calm down.

I can explain.

Put the gun down.

I'm in charge here.

Not you.

- Do you know who we are, motherfucker?

Yes.

Yes I do.

Loco, ex-member of the rebel army,

killed 40 people in Paraty, Brazil with your bare hands.

The army called you Black Panther.

Quick, fast, and good with your hands.

Jesse ex-member, SAS, dedicated warrior.

You have unbelievable flexibility and accurate marksmanship.

I believe you have been on 10 tours worldwide.

Who'd believe that that innocent face

of yours had killed hundreds?

- Kawa, expat martyr, fought Isis.

A deadly man in all aspects of the army,

trained with the Russians, survived the Siberian desert.

You have the strength of 10 men.

I know you have seen the worst that's possible,

and you lost your entire village.

Fei, ex-People's Liberation Army,

highly skilled martial artist,

one of China's best soldiers.

You can stop your heart beating for two minutes and survive.

How do you know all of this?

Who do you work for?

- I have been following you all for the past year.

You have been homeless due to the government leaving you

alone after you were injured from war, left you for dead.

I'm here to help you, rebuild you,

and give you a chance to get your respect back

by mutilating the bastards that left you for dead.

I'm the good guy here.

For someone who kidnapped me,

threw me in the back of a van,

and put me on the operating table and knocked me out,

I'm having a fucking hard time

believing everything that's coming out of your mouth

right now.

- You're not the only one who suffered in here lately.

Shut up, jungle boy.

Hmm.

Who are you?

What do you want?

- I'll let you all know another day.

What do I want? Let me show you.

In the meantime, why don't we make friends?

Well, good.

Let's get to work.

And this is where you are gonna get fit, well,

and strong enough to get back on your feet

and get back out into the field.

Welcome to BRI Systems,

the future of modern warfare.

Our prototypes are ready

and awaiting injection of the serum,

though momentarily, we have a slight hiccup.

Dr. Marco does seem to have disappeared and deserted us,

but all is okay.

We're on route to collect his assistant, Dr. Johnson.

Worry not.