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

Luke lifted the tent at the camp and walked in with a bowl of cereal porridge with plenty of glucose.

"Are you awake? The transformation was successful. ”

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

He struggled to his feet and left the thickened, reinforced high-backed chair.

While rubbing his strangled 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 pants and was shirtless, expressed his doubts.

He used to receive serum injections, but he was still directly from a small man to a big muscle.

It can be said that the huge changes that have taken place from the inside out are very intuitive and can be seen at a glance.

However, the process was so painful that the initial mutation did not seem to have any noticeable effect on itself.

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

Luke shrugged his shoulders and handed the bowl of cereal porridge to Rogers, gloating a little, "Your food for the next few days, except for the nutrient solution, is glucose, enjoy this time." ”

"What about you?"

Rogers spooned the not very good tasting cereal and looked at Luke, who was standing on the side.

The latter smacked his mouth and said, "Cheesesteak and roast chicken." I turned down Stephanie's invitation to go with me for British food and chose a decent restaurant for dinner with Carter. ”

Rogerston, who was holding the cereal porridge, was not a vegetarian and had no interest in the bland and glucose-mixed thick porridge.

"Can't I eat meat?"

Captain America made a serious request.

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

Luke shook his head and explained, "I'll give you a few bags of nutrient solution later." In about three hours, you're going to have another mutation, and she's scared you're going to vomit all the food out of your stomach. ”

"If you're going to try something else, I'd recommend a famous British dish and look up at the stars – you'll think it's a delicacy when you see it."

Hearing Luke say this, Rogers' mind immediately conjured up with the eyes of a dead fish.

He quickly shook his head, rejecting the seemingly well-intentioned offer.

Is that something for food and not some kind of horror work of art?

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

The intense pain of the first mutation made him sweat a lot, and he almost condensed into salt grains.

"This should be fine. Stephanie just said not to do strenuous exercise, as well as to eat too much food. ”

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

"In fact, you are no different from usual, and the transformation of 'Worden's blood' will have to go through at least three mutations before it can be seen."

Rogers doesn't seem to understand, he, like Luke, is not a scholar.

The former doesn't have the talent to learn, and 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 considered him to have "battleship-class" potential, he also specially had his own tent and did not mix with the GIs.

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

Luke named a specific number and sighed: "Nearly half of them had rejection and died. The remaining half of the people still can't bear the pain and start to harm themselves...... All in all, there is no room for optimism. ”

This result directly shattered the good idea that the Allied top brass regarded "Worden's blood" as an important technology and thought that it could be vigorously promoted.

The extremely low success rate, coupled with the cost of cultivating red spars, is really a bit unworthy.

You know, a "tank-class" soldier can't withstand a bazooka, or a sniper's accurate shot.

Only by creating "battleship-class" soldiers can it be regarded as reaping rich rewards.

This is equivalent to ten consecutive draws, the blue sky and white clouds are losses, flashing purple and appearing golden light to return to the original.

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

But the shipment rate of the latter is outrageously low, enough to make any European emperor desperate.

"Next, there are two more mutations. If you succeed, you can hope to become a 'tank-class' soldier. ”

Sitting in his tent, Luke roughly estimated that twenty of the test subjects who had survived the three mutations would be considered lucky—but considering that they were all Europeans, there might be a miracle.

As for Rogers?

If he survives twenty-four mutations, it's a rare card with a golden glow.

"So, Rogers, you're going to have to do it."

Luke said something cool, and it wasn't for him to endure the pain anyway.

Dr. Zola has been placed on the project team working on "Worden's Blood", and even if it is to be modified, it will be a matter of later.

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Three hours later, Rogers underwent a second mutation.

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

Luke looked at Rogers, whose skin was red and his muscles were bursting, and couldn't help but sigh secretly: "The poor rely on mutation, and the rich rely on technology - after thinking about it, it is more reliable to bring your own plug-in." ”

Taking advantage of the time when his thoughts were divergent, he summarized the heroes of the Marvel world, and found that he was still the most salted fish of Superman on the set next door, and he didn't have to do anything else, just basking in the sun.

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

When you encounter something to cut someone, give it to Wonder Woman.

When encountering a crisis of sacrificing to the sky, send out a flash ......

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

Luke thought half-jokingly.

The second mutation lasted more than two hours, and when the transformation process was over, Rogers leaned on the high-backed chair as if he had been fished out of the water, and the two large pectorals kept rising and falling, looking at the side of the ridge as a peak, which was quite a sight for the eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Luke, who hadn't gone to sleep and stayed up all night, asked.

For him, the rest that sleep brings is actually dispensable.

If you want, you can go without sleep for a few weeks.

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

Rogers had a weak and hopeless expression.

The medical profession classifies pain into many grades, the lowest being a mosquito bite that barely feels it.

It is said that the highest is similar to a pregnant woman's childbirth, and it is simply unbearable.

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

Even if the transformation process is not too rigorous and the pregnant woman gives birth, a full twenty-four times, just thinking about it makes people's scalp tingle.

"I felt like I was going to collapse."

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

"Eighty-two."

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

Outside the tent, the sky was already white.

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

This is still an eligible receptor!

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

Luke shook his head.

Thinking about it this way, Berlin can open three "battleship-class" rare cards at one time, which is really full of European spirit.

I don't know if the Allies can make other "battleship classes" other than Rogers.

It's the same European, and there's no reason to be unlucky.

"Brigadier General Cavill, there's bad news."

Just as Luke's thoughts fluctuated, Stephanie, dressed in a white lab coat, hurried in.

"Berlin is on the offensive. All three 'battleship classes' are dispatched! ”