Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 11 He is afraid that he was injected with a fake serum

a few minutes ago.

Colonel Phillips in the control room was chatting with one of the members of the committee, Senator Bland.

"I'm glad you're here, Mr. Congressman."

said the colonel with a smile.

Originally, with his temper, he was unwilling to deal with politicians.

Because, these guys are too hypocritical!

Always with a smile on his face, but secretly thinking about the benefits that can be gained from each decision.

This made Colonel Phillips, who was a soldier and valued the overall situation, very uncomfortable.

But as the manager of the Strategic Science Corps and a participant in the Super Soldier Project, he had to learn to communicate with politicians.

After all, research funding and allocated resources need committee approval.

"That's your chosen 'super soldier'? My God! He looks like he hasn't eaten in days!"

Representative Brand stood in the control room on the second floor, looking down.

Seeing the short and thin Rogers, he was surprised.

This is a bit different from the super soldier the committee wanted.

"Rodgers is... a backup in case of failure. Senator, have you seen him, Luke Cavill, the best soldier I have ever seen!"

Colonel Phillips looked embarrassed and pointed at Luke below.

He was not optimistic about Rogers. The other party's appearance here was just the result of Dr. Erskine's willful will.

"Many people are applying for funding at this stage, but the budget allocated to the Strategic Science Corps will always be the largest! Colonel, don't let your Excellency down."

Councilor Brand typed a word, and sat down with the accompanying propagandists.

His willingness to attend was not motivated by a love of science.

Instead, he wanted to take this credit into his arms as soon as possible.

Senator Brand keenly sees the propaganda value of super soldiers.

Whether it can change the situation of the war is not important, the key is to attract the attention of the people!

After 5 minutes, the experiment with serum injection proceeded to the final stage.

The power switches of the two metal instruments have been turned to 70.00%.

The dazzling white light almost flooded the surrounding space.

A roar of intense pain came from inside the metal instrument.

That's Rogers!

The process of injecting serum was like thousands of knives to him, cutting every cell and every nerve in the body.

Especially as the value of energy transmission increases, the transformation to be endured will be more severe, and the pain caused to the body and spirit will be greater!

"Steve!"

Erskine's right hand trembled, and it was well known that the injection of the serum might cause the death of the experimenter.

Only the one who survives successfully can become a super soldier.

But it seemed that Rogers couldn't bear it.

"Colonel, what's going on?"

Congressman Brand asked, tilting his head.

Two identical metal instruments, the same experimenter who received the serum injection.

Why is Rogers acting so distressed, and Luke's side is unresponsive?

Could it be that he injected fake serum?

Facing Mr. Bland's doubts, Colonel Phillips shrugged, showing the same puzzled expression.

"Subsequent templates need to rely on reputation to unlock... Isn't this the same as when I was playing games!"

Luke, who was lying on the metal instrument, was unaware of the changes in the outside world.

He digested the massive amount of information received by his brain, and began to understand how to use the so-called "template".

First of all, it is the level setting given by the character panel.

According to different classes, the game divides Kryptonians into six levels.

LV1, civilian.

LV2, warrior.

LV3, scientist

LV4, General.

LV5, Consul.

LV6, Emperor.

Every time you upgrade, you can extract props exclusive to Krypton.

For example, key items such as the Fortress of Solitude and the Code of Life.

"And the Superman template I have now is a 'civilian'. No matter in terms of overall quality or ability, it is temporarily inferior to the genuine Superman next door..."

Luke looked gray and regretted that there were not many unlocked templates.

The plug-in he received was essentially a game panel.

Therefore, in terms of setting, it still follows the pattern of earning reputation, liver level, and completing daily tasks.

"Clark Kent is a naturally born Kryptonian with infinite potential; as for General Zod, who is also a Kryptonian, he is a born general, and his level is estimated to be LV4 or LV5!"

Luke's thinking diverged, and he thought of the two Kryptonians who were more impressive.

Although he is currently only the lowest level of LV1 "civilian", it is enough.

Kryptonian blood is essentially a super-sized power bank. As long as it absorbs the star energy of the yellow sun, its physical fitness will continue to become stronger.

It's just that I want to have unlimited potential like a real superman.

Then you have to work hard to improve your reputation, liver level, and increase your upper limit.

Otherwise, it would be completely unrealistic to become a golden superman just by basking in the sun!

……

……

"One hundred percent!"

The power of the metal instrument was turned on to the maximum, and the dazzling white light almost burned the eyes.

A burst of electric sparks erupted from the console, and Rogers, who was screaming in pain, suddenly fell silent.

Erskine hurriedly asked Howard Stark to turn on the metal instrument. For the time being, he ignored Luke who didn't make a sound, and saved Rogers first.

A burst of white air scattered in all directions, and everyone showed incredible expressions of shock.

Steve Rogers!

That thin little man turned into a tall and mighty captain with big pectoral muscles in a blink of an eye!

It's almost like a different person.

next moment!

Everyone in the control room cheered and was immersed in ecstasy, eager to hold a celebration reception right away.

Congressman Brand even burst out with pride and ambition, clamoring such big words as "Berlin should be nervous" and "capture Hitler alive".

In his opinion, with an army of super soldiers like Rogers, the Allies are sure to win the battle without any suspense!

However, Colonel Phillips, who was immersed in excitement and excitement, and Congressman Bland, did not notice the entourage in the control room, and approached Dr. Erskine while everyone was not paying attention.

"Long live Hydra!"

The entourage who came to congratulate him quietly went to Dr. Erskine's ear and said such a sentence.

The latter raised his head in surprise, but only saw a pair of cold eyes.

Hydra?

Dr. Erskine reacted immediately.

The entourage didn't give him time to call for help. A PPK automatic pistol was pressed against the opponent's chest and the trigger was pulled directly.

The bullet passed through the heart, bringing up a flower of blood.

Dr. Erskine felt a momentary pain, then collapsed limply.

The gunshots echoed in the room, and along with the call of "Protect the Congressman", the guard soldiers approached.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang in the control room.

The flames of the explosion swept out!

The powerful shock wave shatters the glass windows!

Colonel Phillips was protecting the panic-stricken congressmen, while the guarding soldiers were hit by the air waves and hit the wall like kites with broken strings.

Screams, explosions, gunshots...

These noises interrupt Luke's vision of the future.

He frowned slightly, thought for a while, and easily broke free from the restraint belt that was fastening him - this was a necessary measure to prevent the experimenter from moving around and taking actions that would harm him.

Crunch!Crunch!

Luke punched through the solid shell of the metal instrument, ignoring the beating electric sparks, and with all his strength, he peeled off the layer of alloy iron.

With a toothache tearing sound, the next moment, Luke jumped out of the metal instrument.

He saw Dr. Erskine who was shot and fell to the ground, and Rogers who had grown tall and strong.

Congressman Brand shrank his head, hiding aside under the cover of the crowd.

And the man in the suit, suspected to be the Hydra killer, shot down a few guards, ran up the stairs, and disappeared from sight.

　ps: Still looting a wave of recommendation tickets and collections!Hand it over quickly! (Super Fierce.jpg)

　　ps2: The six levels roughly correspond to the earth level, the heavenly father level, the single universe, the multiverse, the high-dimensional universe, the omnipotent universe... Theoretically, there is no such level in comics, but the author has referred to the information and performance Force, using this division~

　　

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