Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 64 Captain America's Unbearable Pain

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

Luke threw back the camp tent and walked in with a bowl of porridge spiked with dextrose.

"Are you awake? The transformation was successful."

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

He stood up with difficulty, leaving the thick, reinforced high-back chair.

While rubbing the hands that had been strangled, he moved his stiff limbs.

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

Rogers, who was only wearing a pair of underpants and shirtless, expressed doubts.

He had received serum injections before, and at any rate, he went straight from a small man to a big muscular bully.

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

However, such a painful initial mutation didn't seem to have any obvious impact on him.

"Stephanie said if you're still alive, it's a success."

Luke shrugged his shoulders, handed the bowl of porridge to Rogers, and gloated: "Your food for the next few days, except for the nutrient solution, is glucose. Enjoy this period of time."

"how about you."

Rogers sipped the not-so-good 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 declined Stephanie's invitation to eat British food together, and chose a fairly good restaurant to have dinner with Carter."

Roger, who was holding the porridge, suddenly felt dull. He is not a vegetarian, and he has no interest in the bland porridge mixed with glucose.

"Can't I eat meat?"

Captain America asked seriously.

"How can I make up for my daily consumption by only 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 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 dish, looking up at the stars - when you see that, you will think that glucose porridge is a delicacy."

Hearing Luke say this, Rogers immediately had fish eyes that were dying in peace.

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

That stuff, are you sure it's for people to eat, and not some kind of horrifying masterpiece of art?

Rogers drank the bowl of porridge in a few sips, and asked again: "Then can I take a bath?"

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

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

Luke smiled. This feeling of using Captain America as a guinea pig seems quite interesting.

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

Rogers seems to understand, he, like Luke, is not a top academic figure.

The former doesn't have the learning talent, while the latter doesn't use his brain if he can do it -- 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 Stephanie believed that he had the potential of "Battleship Class", he also specially had his own tent, so he didn't mix with those soldiers.

"In the first mutation, 140 people were eliminated."

Luke said a specific number, and sighed: "Nearly half of them suffered rejection and died. The remaining half still have people who can't bear the pain and self-mutilate... All in all, it is not optimistic."

This result directly shattered the good idea that the high-level Allied forces regarded "Worden's Blood" as an important technology and believed that 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 precise shot from a sniper.

Only by creating "battleship-class" soldiers can it be considered a huge reward.

This is equivalent to ten consecutive draws, the blue sky and white clouds are a loss, and the purple and golden lights are considered to be paid back.

Those "tank-class" can't satisfy the military, "battleship-class" can.

But the shipment rate of the latter is so low that it makes any European Emperor despair.

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

Luke was sitting in the tent. He roughly estimated that 20 of the test subjects survived three mutations would be considered lucky—but considering that they were all Europeans, there might be a miracle. .

As for Rogers?

If he successfully survived 24 mutations, it would be a rare card shining golden light.

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

Luke made sarcastic remarks, but he wasn't the one who endured the pain anyway.

Dr. Zola has already been assigned to the research project team of "Worden's Blood". Even if he needs to undergo transformation, that will be a matter of later time.

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Three hours later, Rogers received a second mutation.

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

Luke stared at Rogers with red skin and burst veins, and he couldn't help but secretly sighed: "The poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology - after thinking about it, it's more reliable to bring your own plug-in."

Taking advantage of the time when his thoughts diverged, he summed up all the heroes in the Marvel world, and found that Superman in the studio next door was the most salty fish. There was no need to do other things, as long as he basked in the sun.

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

When you encounter something to kill someone, hand it over to Wonder Woman.

Encountered the crisis of offering sacrifices to the heavens, and dispatched the Flash...

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

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. His two big chest muscles kept rising and falling. The side becomes a peak, which is a very eye-catching scenery.

"Are you ok?"

Asked Luke who stayed up all night without going to bed.

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

You can live without sleep for weeks if you want to.

"I want to bang my head against the wall at the thought of 22 more mutations."

Rogers was weak, with an unlovely expression on his face.

The medical profession divides the pain into many levels, the lowest is the kind of mosquito bite, almost no feeling.

It is said that the highest is similar to that of a pregnant woman giving birth, which is unbearable at all.

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

Even if the transformation process is not rigorously combined with the delivery of pregnant women, a total of 24 times, just thinking about it makes one's scalp tingle.

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

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

"82 people."

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

Outside the tent, the sky has turned pale.

At the end of the night, there were only 82 people who could survive the transformation of "Worden's Blood".

This is still an eligible receptor!

"It is very difficult to mass produce."

Luke shook his head.

Thinking about it this way, Berlin is really full of European spirit to be able to issue three "Battleship-class" rare cards at once.

I don't know if the Allied Forces can produce other "Battleships" besides Rogers.

It is also European, so there is no reason for bad luck.

"Commander Carville, there is bad news."

Just as Luke was feeling ups and downs, Stephanie in a white coat hurried in.

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

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