"Mr.
Stark, how's the preparation?"
Dr.
Erskine turned to Howard in front of the instrument to ask, and Howard walked over briskly and looked at Steve lying on the ship-shaped test bench, as if to say it to him, and to himself.
"We could cause a power outage in Brooklyn, but I'm ready, as always" This made Steve even more nervous, why did you suddenly get quieter when you said as always?
And you turn your head and don't dare to look at me, what do you mean?!
But without giving him a chance to ask, Howard had already slipped away, as if he had come to make trouble Dr.
Erskine lifted his round glasses, and the experiment was about to begin, "Then Agent Carter, I think the observation room is more suitable for you." ” "Oh, yes, Doctor."
Carter looked at Steve and walked back in three steps, and she noticed that Steve was also looking at her, so she handed him an encouraging smile.
This made Steve feel much better, and there were still reliable people around him, and although Bucky and Mr.
Wilson were not there, Peggy could too.
Yes, he has a crush on her, but he is too embarrassed to speak, it is still a question whether he can survive, and how can he promise others?
He watched Peggy's back walk up the stairs and took a deep breath, and if the experiment was successful, he decided to confess to her, at least then no one would laugh at her for dating a dwarf.
But can confession succeed?
He didn't know the bottom of his heart, he had never done anything like that, let alone dated.
He shook his head, shook the thoughts out of his head, and lay back down, looking at the ceiling.
A group of people in the observation room are connecting with each other and building relationships, politics requires connections, and they need to seize every opportunity, and it doesn't make much difference to them whether the venue is a laboratory or a high-end drinking party.
"Colonel, I heard that Mr.
Wilson also made a donation to you, didn't you invite him today?"
Congressman Brandt saw that the experiment was about to begin, and that the person he wanted to see had not yet appeared, so he couldn't help but ask Philip.
He learned that Wilson's enterprise was not only a defense supplier and a department store leader, but also that Mr.
Wilson himself was inexplicably friendly with many military leaders, and it was a very good move to catch up with the military during the war.
He had long wanted to climb the relationship, otherwise he would not have come to Brooklyn to drill in the basement in his busy schedule, but he didn't expect that the colonel would invite all the management parties to present the results so that he could get more funds in the future, but he didn't meet the person he wanted to meet.
The colonel also understood what the councillor was thinking: "I did, but his secretary said he was going on vacation to Hawaii, and it is said that because the weather in New York has not been very good lately, the thing he hates the most is sleet." ” The councillor nodded helplessly, okay, it's okay to wait for the experiment to end and talk to Stark for a while, Stark Industries is also very wealthy.
"Zi" Suddenly, there was a noise in the observation room, and everyone was grinning, as if they were scratching the blackboard with their fingernails, or with electric sound.
It is the Doctor in this virtue.
"Ahem, gentlemen, can you hear me?
Our experiments are about to begin.
He slapped the microphone and cleared his throat: "Today we are not taking the first step towards destruction, but the first step towards peace. ” Behind him, Steve could see the medical staff busy as the nurses pushed a large box containing a row of test tubes filled with blue liquid.
They took out the test tubes, inserted them into the joints on either side of his ship-shaped test chamber, and then pulled several metal brackets over and pressed them against his body.
"First, we will administer a series of microinjections to the major muscle groups in the experimenter's body, and the injected serum will immediately cause physical changes at the cellular level."
The Doctor murmured from below, while Peggy Carter pursed her lips and watched nervously Erskine explained his procedure to the bigwigs, and made sure the nurses were doing their job right, adding, "The experimenter will then be saturated with Vita rays, which in combination with serum can quickly trigger the body to produce beneficial mutations. ” After explaining the principle somewhat, the doctor put down the microphone, these people on it didn't care about the experimenter or the experiment itself, they were here to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony, it didn't make a difference if it was a hotel or a laboratory, Erskine didn't bother to talk about it.
He returned to Steve's side just as a nurse had put a needle into Steve's arm with a small syringe, and some clear liquid was injected into his body.
"How does it feel?"
The doctor asked.
"Not bad?
The process is pretty fast.
Steve felt it, he didn't feel anything about the stitch, and he didn't notice any change at the moment.
The doctor rolled his eyes: "That injection just now is penicillin, which is penicillin, and I haven't started it yet." ” "Ugh" Erskine pressed Steve's shoulder, signaling his peace of mind and turning his head to give instructions to the staff.
"Countdown to Serum Injection" Everyone looked nervously at Steve on the lab bed, and Peggy stood up even more nervously.
"Five, four, three, two-one."
Two metal plates covered with needles pierced Steve's arm, and blue serum on either side of the test bench was injected into his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, intense pain struck, he felt as if the blood in his body was boiling, he gritted his teeth, opened his eyes angrily, looked into the air, his body was like a shrimp, but he couldn't struggle.
Every inch of muscle was being torn apart, his bones were beginning to change, and his soul was like a boat in a storm.
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Erskine knew that this was just a normal reaction, and that the process of remodeling the serum was indeed very painful, but the faster he and the others moved, the less torture Steve would suffer.
"Mr.
Stark, start shooting!"
Howard nodded, put on his sunglasses, and began to operate on the console.
The original ship-shaped workbench closed like petals, literally wrapping Steve around like a coffin, forming a small laboratory chamber insulated from radiation, which was erected by several hydraulic devices and connected by the crew to the chamber.
Dr.
Erskine leaned over to the chamber and tapped on the leaded glass on it, "How's it going?"
Steve, are you okay?
” Steve gritted his teeth, he felt ants crawling in his body now, but he could still hold back: "I guess it's too late for me to go to the toilet now, right?"
” Dr.
Erskine smiled and turned to Howard, who immediately turned a huge knob on the instrument, and the spiral-shaped light bulbs in the chamber began to emit a strong white light, and these white lights instantly illuminated the basement, and everyone had to turn their heads with tears in their eyes.
At this time, the antique shop on the ground, which served as the cover of the Strategic Science Corps, welcomed its new customers, and the old woman who was guarding the shop raised her head, the expression on her face changed sharply, and she took out a submachine gun from under the counter and fired at the visitors, but the result was only sparks.
Countless bullets struck the black and yellow armor and bounced around, and many of the pendulum clocks hanging on the walls were hit by stray bullets, and springs and gears flew wildly.
The tall figure seemed to be unaffected, and walked towards the old man step by step, the one eye on the mask glowing red.
This is the legendary demon of New York City, and anyone who goes missing and dies can be counted on his head, but the old woman never thought he really existed.
Isn't the death knell the embodiment of death supposed to exist only in fantasy like vampires or Frankenstein?
But the facts obviously subverted her understanding, the legendary monster appeared in front of her eyes, and the agents who were squatting outside to protect were leveled without even making a single movement.
The man stood straight in front of her, letting her shoot at will, until the empty compartment of the submachine gun clicked, and he tilted his head with interest.
The old woman heard a voice that had clearly changed, like a deep voice from hell: "I have a question, does the Strategic Science Corps give you health insurance?"
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