Marvel’s 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 filled with a lot of glucose.

"Are you awake? The transformation was successful."

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

He got up with difficulty and got out of the thick, reinforced high-back chair.

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

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

Rogers, who was wearing only a pair of shorts and was naked, expressed his doubts.

He had received serum injections before, and after all, he went straight from a small man to a big muscle tyrant.

It can be said that there are very intuitive and huge changes from the inside to the outside, which can be seen at a glance.

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

"Stephanie said if you're still alive, it means the transformation was successful."

Luke shrugged, handed the bowl of porridge to Rogers, and said with some schadenfreude, "Your food for the next few days, except for the nutrient solution, is glucose. Enjoy these days."

"how about you."

Rogers drank the oatmeal with a spoon and looked at Luke, who was standing aside.

The latter smacked his lips and said, "Cheese steak and grilled chicken. I turned down Stephanie's invitation to eat British food with me, and chose a decent restaurant for dinner with Carter."

Rogerston, who was holding the porridge, found it tasteless, and he was not a vegetarian, and he had no interest in the bland porridge mixed with glucose.

"Can't I eat meat?"

Captain America made the request with a serious look on his face.

"How can I make up for my daily consumption by just eating this?"

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

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

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

He hurriedly shook his head, rejecting this seemingly well-meaning proposal.

That thing, sure it's for people to eat, not some kind of scary art masterpiece?

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

The severe pain of the first mutation made him sweat a lot, and it almost turned into grains of salt.

"That should be fine. Stephanie just said, don't do strenuous exercise and eat too much food."

Luke smiled, the feeling of using Captain America as an experimental guinea pig seemed quite interesting.

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

Rogers seems to understand but not understand. Like Luke, he is not a scholarly figure.

The former does not have this talent for learning, and the latter means that if you can do it, 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 outside the tent to take a shower, asked loudly.

Because he was considered by Stephanie to have "battleship-level" potential, he also had his own tent and did not mix with the soldiers.

"One hundred and forty-one people were eliminated from the first mutation."

Luke gave a specific number and sighed: "Nearly half of them had a rejection reaction and died. The remaining half still couldn't bear the pain and committed suicide... All in all, it's not optimistic."

This result directly shattered the beautiful idea that the top Allies regarded "Blood of Worden" as an important technology and thought it could be vigorously promoted.

The extremely low success rate, coupled with the cost of cultivating red spar, is really not worth it.

You know, a "tank-level" soldier is still no match for a bazooka, or a sniper's precise shot.

Only by creating "battleship-level" soldiers can it be regarded as a huge reward.

This is equivalent to ten consecutive draws. The blue sky and white clouds are losses, and the purple flashes and golden light are regarded as return.

Those "tank-level" can not satisfy the military, "battleship-level" talent.

But the shipment rate of the latter is so low that it is enough to make any European emperor despair.

"Next, there are two more mutations. If it is successful, there is hope to become a 'tank-level' soldier."

Luke sat in the tent. He roughly estimated that if there were twenty people who survived the three mutations, he would be lucky—but considering that they were all Europeans, there might be miracles. occur.

As for Rogers?

If he managed to survive twenty-four mutations, it would be a rare card shining with golden light.

"So, Rogers, you have to do your best."

Luke was speaking sarcastically, but it wasn't him who was suffering anyway.

Dr. Zola has been placed in the project team to study "Woden's Blood", even if it is to undergo transformation, that is a matter of the future.

...

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Three hours later, Rogers underwent a second mutation.

This time, Stephanie adjusted the dose of "Blood of Worden", backhanded a super double, and almost killed Captain America on the spot.

Looking at Rogers with red skin and bursting blue veins, Luke couldn't help sighing to himself: "The poor rely on mutation, and the rich rely on technology - after thinking about it, it is more reliable to bring a plug-in."

Taking advantage of this period of thinking divergence, he summed up all the heroes in the Marvel world, and found that Superman was the saltiest fish on the next studio. He didn't have to do anything else, just bask in the sun.

When you have trouble with your brain, throw it to Batman.

When it comes to killing people, hand it over to Wonder Woman.

When faced with a crisis of offering sacrifices to the sky, the Flash was dispatched...

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

Luke thought half-jokingly.

The second mutation took more than two hours. When the transformation process was over, Rogers leaned on the high-back chair as if he had been fished out of the water. Side Chengfeng is quite a sight for the eyes.

"How are you?"

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

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

If you want, you can go awake for weeks without a problem.

"Thinking that there are still twenty-two mutations, I want to bang my head against the wall."

Rogers was helpless, with a look of hopelessness on his face.

The medical community divides pain into many levels, the lowest is the mosquito bite, which is almost no sensation.

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

For Captain America, the pain he has endured may be on top of that.

Even if the transformation process is not rigorously put together with the delivery of pregnant women, twenty-four times, just thinking about it makes the scalp tingle.

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

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

"Eighty-two people."

Luke brought another bowl of glucose oatmeal, and said with pity in his eyes, "This is your breakfast."

Outside the tent, the sky was already white with fish belly.

At the end of the night, only 82 people could survive the transformation of "Blood of Worden".

This is still a qualified receptor!

"It's very difficult to mass-produce it."

Luke shook his head.

Thinking about it this way, it is really European that Berlin can issue three rare "battleship-level" cards at one time.

I don't know if the Allies can produce other "battleship classes" besides Rogers.

The same is European, there is no reason to have bad luck.

"Brigadier General Cavill, there is bad news."

Just when Luke's thoughts were up and down, Stephanie in a white coat hurried in.

"Berlin has launched an attack. All three 'battleship classes' are dispatched!"

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