Chapter 187: The time comes
"Mr. Stark, how are you preparing?"
Dr. Erskine turned his head and asked Howard in front of the instrument. Howard walked over quickly and looked at Steve lying in the ship-shaped test bed, as if to him or to himself.
"We may cause a blackout in Brooklyn, but I am ready, as always..."
This makes Steve even more nervous. Why does your voice suddenly decrease when you say "As always"? What do you mean by turning your head and not daring to see me? !
But he was not given a chance to ask, Howard had already slipped away, it seemed that he was here to make trouble...
Dr. Erskine helped 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. She found that Steve was also looking at her, so she gave him an encouraging smile.
This makes Steve feel better. There are still reliable people around him. Although Bucky and Mr. Wilson are not there, Peggy can.
Yes, he has a crush on her, but he is embarrassed to speak. It is still a question whether he can survive. How can he promise others?
He watched Peggy walking up the stairs and took a deep breath. If the experiment was successful, he decided to confess to her, at least then people would not laugh at her because she was dating a dwarf.
But can the confession succeed? He didn't know anything about it, he had never done anything like that, let alone a date.
He shook his head, shook these thoughts out of his head, lay down again, and looked at the ceiling.
A group of people in the observation room are connecting feelings and relationships. To get involved in politics, you need contacts and you need to seize all opportunities. As for whether the location is a laboratory or a high-end cocktail party, it doesn't make much difference for them.
"Colonel, I heard that Mr. Wilson also made donations to you. Didn't you invite him today?" Senator Brandt saw that the experiment was about to start, and the person he wanted to see had not yet appeared, so he couldn't help asking Philip.
He inquired that Wilson Enterprise is not only a defense supplier, but also a leading department store, and Mr. Wilson himself has somehow made friends with many military leaders. It is a very good move to play with the military during the war.
He had long wanted to get involved, otherwise he would not come to Brooklyn to drill the basement in his busy schedule, but he did not expect that the colonel would invite all the capital to show the results in order to obtain more funds in the future. But he didn't see the person he wanted to meet.
Colonel also understood what the congressman was thinking: "I invited, but his secretary said that he went to Hawaii for vacation. It is said that because of the bad weather in New York recently, the thing he hates most is sleet."
Senator nodded helplessly, okay, then, after the experiment is over, you can have a few words with Stark. Stark Industry is also very financially rich.
"Zi..."
Suddenly, there was a noise in the observation room, and everyone was grinning. It was like scratching the blackboard with a nail, or the kind of electric sound.
It was the doctor who was preparing to speak below. He looked at these politicians helplessly, no matter which country they were in, it was this virtue.
"Ahem, gentlemen, can you hear it? Our experiment is about to begin." He patted the microphone and cleared his throat: "Today we are not taking the first step towards destruction, but leading to peace. The first step."
Behind him, Steve could see the medical staff present getting busy. The nurses pushed a large box with a row of test tubes filled with blue liquid.
They took out the test tubes and inserted them into the joints on both sides of his ship-shaped experiment cabin, and then turned several metal brackets over and pressed them on his body.
"First, we will give a series of microinjections to the main muscle groups in the experimenter's body, and the injected serum will immediately cause cell-level physical changes."
Dr. talked endlessly below, while Peggy Carter pursed his lips and looked nervously at Steve below.
Erskine explained his experimental procedures to the big guys, and at the same time made sure that the nurses did their job correctly, he said: “Then, the experimenter will be saturated with Weta rays. The rays and serum can quickly stimulate The body produces beneficial mutations."
He probably explained the principle. The doctor put down the microphone. The people on it didn’t care about the experimenter or the experiment itself. They were here to participate in the ribbon-cutting ceremony. There is no difference between a hotel or a laboratory. Erskine was too lazy to be the same. said.
He returned to Steve's side, and at this time a nurse took a small syringe and put a needle in Steve's arm, and some transparent liquid was injected into his body.
"How do you feel?" the doctor asked.
"Not bad? The process was very fast." Steve felt it, and he didn't feel any changes in the shot.
Dr. rolled his eyes: "The needle just now was penicillin, which is penicillin. I haven't started it yet."
"Uh....."
Erskine pressed Steve's shoulder, signaled him to feel relieved, and turned his head to give instructions to the staff.
"Countdown to serum injection..."
People looked at Steve on the test bed nervously, and Peggy stood up nervously.
"five four three two one."
Two metal plates full of needles pierced into Steve's arm, and the blue serum on both sides of the test bed was injected into his body at a high speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, intense pain struck him, and he felt the blood in his body burned. He gritted his teeth, opened his eyes angrily, and looked into the air, his body squashed like shrimps, but he could not struggle when he was fixed.
Every inch of muscle was torn apart, and his bones began to change. His soul was like a flat boat in the storm.
Dr. Erskine knew that this was just a normal reaction, and the serum transformation process was indeed very painful. On the contrary, the faster he and others moved, the less torment Steve suffered.
"Mr. Stark, start to shine!"
Howard nodded, put on his sunglasses, and began to operate on the console.
The original ship-shaped workbench was closed like petals, and it really wrapped Steve like a coffin, forming a small experimental chamber that cut off radiation. Several hydraulic devices made it upright, and the staff also connected the oxygen pipeline to the chamber. .
Dr. Erskine leaned to the side of the experiment cabin and tapped on the leaded glass: "How is it? Steve, how are you?"
Steve gritted his teeth~www.NovelMTL.com~ He now feels ants crawling in his body, but he can't help it: "I think it's too late for me to go to the toilet?"
Dr. Erskine smiled and turned and nodded to Howard. Howard immediately turned a huge **** on the instrument. The spiral bulbs in the experiment chamber began to emit strong white light, and the white light instantly illuminated the basement. I had to turn my head in tears.
At this time, the antique shop on the ground as the cover of the Strategic Science Corps welcomed its new guests. The old woman guarding the shop raised her head, her expression changed drastically, and took out her submachine gun from under the counter. There was a burst of fire, but there were only patches of sparks.
Countless bullets hit the black and yellow armor and bounced around. Many of the pendulum clocks hanging on the wall were hit by stray bullets, and springs and gears flew randomly.
The tall figure seemed unaffected, and walked towards the old man step by step, the one-eye on the mask glowing red.
This is the demon in the New York City legend. Anyone who disappears and died can be counted on him, but the old woman never thought that he really exists.
The death knell is the incarnation of death, shouldn’t it exist in fantasy just like vampires or Frankenstein?
But the facts have clearly subverted her understanding. The legendary monster appeared in front of her, and the agents squatting outside to protect her were smoothed out without even a single movement.
The visitor stood straight in front of her, letting her shoot at will, until the submachine gun made a clicking sound, and he tilted his head with interest.
The old woman heard a voice that had obviously changed, like a low voice from hell:
"I have a question, does the Strategic Science Corps provide you with medical insurance?"
