Superman

By the time Rogers survived the first mutation, it was already night.

Luke opened the camp tent and walked in with a bowl of oatmeal with a lot of glucose.

"Are you awake? The transformation was successful."

Rogers opened his eyes and regained consciousness, the first sentence he heard was this.

He stood up with difficulty and left the thick, reinforced high-back chair.

While rubbing his strangled hands, he moved his stiff limbs.

"Are you sure it worked? I didn't feel the slightest change."

Rodgers, who was wearing only a pair of pants and topless, expressed doubts.

He used to receive serum injections, but at any rate he went from being small to being a big muscle tyrant.

It can be said that huge changes have taken place from the inside to the outside, which can be seen at a glance.

However, the painful initial mutation of the process did not seem to have any obvious impact on him.

"Stephanie said that if you are still alive, it means the transformation has been successful."

Luke shrugged and handed the bowl of oatmeal to Rogers, some gloating, "Your food for the next few days, except for the nutrient solution, which is glucose, enjoy this time."

"how about you."

Rogers drank the bad-tasting cereal with a spoon and looked at Luke who was standing aside.

The latter slapped his mouth and said, "Cheese steak and grilled chicken. I rejected Stephanie's invitation to eat British food. I chose a fairly good restaurant for dinner with Carter."

Rogerston, who was carrying the oatmeal porridge, found it tasteless. He was not a vegetarian, and he had no interest in thick porridge that had a weak taste and was mixed with glucose.

"Can't I eat meat?"

Captain America made a serious request.

"How can I just eat this to make up for my daily consumption?"

Luke shook his head and explained: "I will give you a few bags of nutrient solution later. About three hours later, you will have to undergo a mutation. She is afraid that you will vomit out all the food in your belly."

"If you want to try other foods, I recommend a famous British dish and look up at the stars-you will think that glucose porridge is a delicacy."

Hearing Luke's words, Rogers's eyes immediately came to life.

He shook his head quickly, rejecting this seemingly kind offer.

That thing, surely it's for people to eat, not some kind of terrifying artistic masterpiece?

Rogers drank the bowl of porridge in a few mouthfuls, and then asked, "Can I take a bath?"

The intense pain of the first mutation made him sweat a lot, almost condensing into salt grains.

"This should be no problem. Stephanie just said, don't do strenuous exercise and eat too much food."

Luke smiled. The feeling of using Captain America as an experimental mouse seemed quite interesting.

"In fact, you are no different from usual. The transformation of'Worden's Blood' requires at least three mutations before it can be seen."

Rogers seems to understand, he and Luke are not academic masters.

The former doesn't have this talent for learning, the latter is able to do it and don't use your brain-it feels more and more superhuman.

Luke thought silently.

"By the way, is the renovation plan going well?"

Rogers, who ran out of the tent to take a shower, asked loudly.

Because Stephanie thought he had "battleship class" potential, he also had an exclusive tent, and he didn't mix with that group of soldiers.

"The first mutation eliminated 141 people."

Luke uttered a specific number and sighed: "Nearly half of them had a rejection reaction and died. In the remaining half, there are still people who cannot bear the pain and do self-harm...All in all, it is not optimistic."

This result directly smashed the good ideas that allied high-level officials regarded "Wodden's Blood" as an important technology and believed that it could be vigorously promoted.

The extremely low success rate, coupled with the cost of cultivating the red spar, is indeed a bit uneconomical.

You know, "tank-class" soldiers still can't beat a bazooka rocket launcher, or a sniper's precise shooting.

Only the production of "battleship-class" soldiers can be regarded as rewarding.

This is equivalent to ten consecutive draws. The blue sky and white clouds are a loss, and the purple flashes and golden light appears.

Those "tank class" can't satisfy the military, but the "battleship class" is capable.

But the latter's shipment rate is so low that it is enough to make any European Emperor despair.

"Next, there will be two more mutations. If you can succeed, you have the hope of becoming a'tank-class' soldier."

Luke was sitting in the tent. He probably estimated that the test body that survived the three mutations would be lucky if there were twenty people-but considering that these were all Europeans, there might be a miracle. occur.

As for Rogers?

If he successfully survived twenty-four mutations, it would be a rare card with golden light.

"So, Rogers, you have to come on."

Luke was talking coldly, but it was not he who endured the pain anyway.

Dr. Zola has been placed in the project team to study the "Blood of Warden", even if it is to undergo transformation, that will be afterwards.

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Three hours later, Rogers accepted the second mutation.

This time, Stephanie adjusted the dosage of "Warden's Blood", doubled the backhand super, and almost killed Captain America on the spot.

Luke watched Rogers with red skin and bursting veins, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology-after thinking about it, it is more reliable to bring your own plug-in."

Taking advantage of the divergence of thinking, he summarized all the heroes in the Marvel world and found that it was still the most salty fish of Superman on the next studio. There was no need to do other things, as long as the sun was enough.

When you have trouble thinking about it, throw it to Batman.

When encountering something to hack someone, hand it to Wonder Woman.

In the crisis of sacrificing to the sky, the Flash is sent...

"Sure enough, being a leader is the easiest thing."

Luke thought half jokingly.

The second mutation lasted for more than two hours. When the transformation process was over, Rogers was leaning on a high-back chair as if he was fished out of the water. The two major pectoralis muscles kept undulating, looking horizontally as a ridge. The side becomes a peak, which is a very hot sight.

"Are you ok?"

Luke, who had stayed up all night without going to bed, asked.

For him, the rest brought by sleep is actually unnecessary.

If you like, there is no problem staying up for weeks.

"Thinking that there are twenty-two mutations, I want to hit the wall with my head."

Rogers was weak, with an expression of hopelessness on his face.

The medical profession divides pain into many levels, the lowest being the kind of mosquito bites, and there is almost no feeling.

It is said that the highest is similar to a pregnant woman giving birth, which is simply unbearable.

For Captain America, the pain he has endured may still be above this.

Even if the transformation process is not rigorously combined with the pregnant woman's delivery, it will make the scalp numb just thinking about it 24 times.

"I feel like I'm going to collapse."

Rogers looked at Luke and said hoarsely, "How many people are left this time?"

"Eighty-two people."

Luke brought another bowl of dextrose oatmeal, and said with pity, "This is your breakfast."

Outside the tent, the sky was already white.

At the end of the night, only eighty-two people could survive the transformation of "Woden's Blood".

This is a qualified recipient!

"It is very difficult to mass produce."

Luke shook his head.

Thinking about it this way, Berlin can issue three rare "battleship-class" cards at once, which is really full of European spirit.

I don't know if the Allied forces can create other "battleship class" besides Rogers.

It's also a European, and it doesn't make sense to have bad luck.

"Brigadier Cavill, there is bad news."

Just as Luke's thoughts were rising and falling, Stephanie in a white coat hurried in.

"Berlin has launched an offensive. All three'battleship class' are dispatched!"