Superman

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

Luke opened the camp tent and walked in carrying a bowl of cereal with a lot of glucose added.

"Are you awake? The transformation was successful."

This was the first sentence Rogers heard after he opened his eyes and regained consciousness.

He stood up with difficulty and left the thickened and reinforced high-backed chair.

While rubbing the marks on his hands, 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 underpants and shirtless, expressed confusion.

He had received serum injections before, and he had transformed from a small man into a muscular tyrant.

It can be said that there have been very intuitive and huge changes from the inside out, which can be seen at a glance.

However, the first mutation, which was such a painful process, seemed to have no obvious impact on me.

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

Luke shrugged, handed the bowl of oatmeal to Rogers, and said with some schadenfreude: "Your food for the next few days, apart from nutrient solution, will be glucose. Enjoy these days."

"how about you."

Rogers drank the not-so-good oatmeal with a spoon and looked at Luke standing aside.

The latter smacked his lips and said: "Cheesesteak and roast chicken. I declined Stephanie's invitation to eat British food together and chose a pretty good restaurant to have dinner with Carter."

Rogers, who was holding the oatmeal, suddenly felt that it was tasteless. He was not a vegetarian, and he had no interest in the thick porridge that was bland and mixed with glucose.

"Can't I eat meat?"

Captain America made the request seriously.

"How can I make up for my daily consumption by eating only 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 vomit 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 oatmeal is a delicacy."

Hearing Luke say this, Rogers' eyes immediately appeared in his mind.

He quickly shook his head and refused this seemingly well-intentioned proposal.

That thing is definitely for people to eat and not some kind of horrifying art masterpiece?

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

The severe pain of the first mutation made him sweat so much that it almost turned into grains of salt.

"This should be fine. Stephanie just said not to do strenuous exercise or eat too much food."

Luke smiled, this feeling of using Captain America as a guinea pig seemed quite interesting.

"In fact, you are no different from normal. The transformation of the 'Blood of Woden' requires at least three mutations before you can see it."

Rogers seemed to understand. Like Luke, he was not a top academic figure.

The former does not have the talent to learn, while the latter can do it without using his brain - it feels more and more superhuman.

Luke thought silently.

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

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

Because Stephanie thought he had "battleship-level" potential, he even had his own tent and didn't mix with the soldiers.

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

Luke gave a specific number and sighed: "Nearly half of them developed rejection reactions 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 of ​​the Allied high-level officials who regarded "Blood of Woden" as an important technology and thought it could be vigorously promoted.

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

You know, "tank-level" soldiers are still no match for a bazooka rocket launcher or a sniper's precise shooting.

Only by producing "battleship-level" soldiers can you reap huge rewards.

This is equivalent to ten draws in a row. The blue sky and white clouds are a loss. The purple flashes and the golden light are considered to be a return.

Those "tank-level" ones cannot satisfy the military, only "battleship-level" ones can.

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

"Next, there are two more mutations. If they can succeed, there is hope of becoming a 'tank-level' soldier."

Luke was sitting in the tent. He roughly estimated that if there were twenty test subjects that survived three mutations, he would be extremely lucky - but considering that these are all Europeans, there might be a miracle.

occur.

As for Rogers?

If he successfully survives the twenty-four mutations, he will be a rare card shining with golden light.

"So, Rogers, you have to work hard."

Luke made sarcastic remarks, but it wasn't him who endured the pain anyway.

Dr. Zola has been assigned to the project team studying the "Blood of Woden". Even if he has to undergo transformation, that will happen later.

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Three hours later, Rogers received the second mutation.

This time, Stephanie adjusted the dose of "Woden's Blood" and made a super double backhand, which almost caused Captain America to die on the spot.

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

Taking advantage of this period of time when his mind was wandering, he summarized the various heroes in the Marvel world and found that Superman on the set next door was the most popular. He didn't need to do anything else, just bask in the sun.

If you have trouble using your brain, throw it to Batman.

If you need to kill someone, leave it to Wonder Woman.

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

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

Luke thought half-jokingly.

The second mutation took more than two hours. When the transformation process was over, Rogers leaned on the high-backed chair as if he had been fished out of the water. His two large chest muscles kept rising and falling, and he looked like a ridge across the horizon.

The side peak is quite an eye-catching sight.

"How are you?"

Luke, who didn't go to bed and stayed up all night, asked.

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

If you want, you can stay awake for several weeks without any problem.

"When I think about the twenty-two mutations, I want to bang my head against the wall."

Rogers was weak and had a lifeless expression on his face.

The medical community divides pain into many levels, with the lowest being mosquito bite pain, which is almost non-feeling.

It is said that it is like a pregnant woman giving birth and is simply unbearable.

For Captain America, the pain he has experienced may be even worse than this.

Even if the transformation process is not rigorously put together with the delivery of a pregnant woman, twenty-four times in total, just thinking about it makes people's scalp numb.

"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 glucose cereal and said with pitying eyes: "This is your breakfast."

Outside the tent, the sky was already turning white.

At the end of one night, there were only eighty-two people who could survive the "Blood of Woden" transformation.

This is still a qualified receptor!

“It’s very difficult to mass-produce it.”

Luke shook his head.

Thinking about it this way, Berlin can open three "battleship-level" rare cards at once, which is really European.

I don’t know if the Allies can produce other "battleship class" besides Rogers.

We are also Europeans, so there is no reason why we are so unlucky.

"Brigadier General Cavell, we have bad news."

Just as Luke's thoughts were ups and downs, Stephanie in a white coat hurriedly walked in.

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