"Bang"

The yellow wooden gavel fell, and a low voice echoed through the solemn and silent court-martial, with no other bystanders, no jury, and there were less than ten people in the whole large room, including the judge and stenographer. Ｘ

But including the prisoner in the center of the room, these people are all high-ranking guys, at least in the reorganized Ministry of Defense, their voice is quite important, and the reason why they are here in their busy schedules, in addition to the fact that today's incident is really important, another reason is that they are all old brothers who have been on the battlefield together.

The friendship of comrades-in-arms made them unbearable to see a veteran soldier who was dedicated to his country end up in a miserable end.

"Court is now open!"

The judge, who was also from the army, glanced at the old general standing in the dock in front of him, and looked at Rose, who looked haggard and had bandages on his arms, but his body was still as straight as a spear, he couldn't help but sigh, coughed lightly, and read according to the file in his hand:

"General Thaddeus Roth, you have been charged with treason, leaking state secrets, and seven other counts of treason, leaking state secrets, and seven other counts after the failure of your Ultimate Soldier program, which resulted in the loss of more than $1 billion, and the escape of your test specimens, which poses a terrible threat to national security?"

General Ross snorted contemptuously:

"I don't need a defense lawyer, I don't have anything to say, if the politicians with their brains think my experiment has failed, then it's up to them!"

In this special courtroom, the old general talked eloquently:

"You've only seen that monster, you've only seen the experiment get out of control, but S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation report has already come out, isn't it? That's not because there is a problem with the experimental process and design parameters, there is a damn third-party force deliberately sabotaging my experiment!"

The old man, nicknamed General "Thunderbolt", had a bad temper as a matter of course, roaring loudly and waving his left hand:

"Instead of chasing down the damned third party, you're here to blame me, are you in the water in your brain?"

After speaking, without waiting for the judges and lawyers to speak, General Ross simply turned around directly, looked at the old comrades-in-arms in the seats behind him, and said loudly:

"And even when the experiment was destroyed, I still made a monster! Yes, that monster was dangerous, but it was enough to prove the potential of my experiment! Give me another chance!"

He lined up on the fence in front of him with one hand, and he accentuated his tone:

"Mutant confrontation has become the norm, and ordinary police and soldiers can't deal with them who are getting more and more cunning! Look at that damn mutant leader, Cyber Hawke, who puts the interests of mutants above the majesty of the state! This failure of the experiment proves that there are also remnants of damn hostile forces within our system, who are trying to subvert the country!"

"Think about it, the mythical monster has appeared! Ordinary people don't know, but you definitely know it! In the face of such a fierce force, what should we use to protect our country?"

"Old guys, old brothers, comrades-in-arms, generals!"

General Ross's face flushed, and he was so emotional that his voice became sharp:

"Just like back then, when we faced the threat of the Soviet Union, we could sneak into Europe and South Asia regardless of life and death! In the face of the current situation, I can still choose to give everything for this country, even if it has been controlled by a bunch of idiots, but from the day we put on the military uniform, I have no hope of ending my life in peace. ”

"Give me another chance! If I fail, I don't need you to say anything, I'll end my miserable life myself! If I succeed..."

General Ross gritted his teeth:

"I will hand over all the materials and experimental parameters of the Ultimate Soldier Program to the Ministry of Defense!"

If Ross's previous words are just selling feelings, then his last sentence makes the eyes of all the old generals shine, similar to the very cutting-edge research projects presided over by General Ross, which are often horizontally independent and only responsible to the highest superiors, and if Ross decides to share the information of the plan, it means that other colleagues can quickly learn from it, and directly use it...

You must know that there are at least 7 cutting-edge research similar to the ultimate soldier within the Ministry of Defense, all of which are kept secret from each other, and once one project shares resources, other projects are likely to break through, so the chip thrown by General Ross is definitely heavyweight.

As for why it's good, but everyone is reluctant to share resources... It's very simple, people are selfish, and who doesn't want to go further when they sit in their position? Further requires merit, and in peacetime, this kind of breakthrough in military research is merit!

The old fellows, who were in high positions in the Ministry of Defense, looked at each other, and at last one of the powerful generals waved his hand, and the judge and stenographer left the courtroom, rubbing his chin and saying slowly:

"Ross, we're all old immortals who picked up a life from the battlefields of the Vietnam War, so I'll be blunt, your loyalty to the country is unquestionable, but the current situation for the Department of Defense is dire, especially since Cyber Hawk made Stryker's research public, and our credibility has been reduced to an all-time low. ”

He glanced at General Ross, and he breathed a sigh of relief:

"We can join forces to vouch for you and give you a second chance to experiment, but Rose... From now on, we're all tied to the same boat, and you have to make sure that this experiment comes to fruition!"

"Otherwise, you will be buried with most of the Ministry of Defense with you!"

Another bald old general said, "Do you have faith?"

"Faith?"

General Ross reached out and took the cigar from his former comrades, and he took a deep breath of smoke: "I've always had faith! You've seen the power of the Hulk, it's a failed experiment... If we succeed, how much will we get? Don't worry, guys, now that the first experiment has proven that it works, I'm confident enough!"

"Okay! What do you need?"

General Ross breathed a sigh of relief: "The most important gamma ray generator is only slightly damaged, so I just need a whole laboratory, a group of trustworthy researchers, a smart enough biologist, and a piece of energy that will not be suddenly cut off." ”

"Where's the experimental material?"

The general who spoke first asked, "Do we need to draw soldiers from the elite units?"

"No!

General Ross shook his head, a hint of stubbornness flashing in his eyes: "I have the best soldier!

Three hours later, in the special care ward of the Army Hospital in New York, General Ross, who had put on his crisp military uniform again, accompanied by his secretary, walked into the room, where a man was resting on a bed propped up by a metal brace in a room filled with the foul smell of drugs.

General Ross waved his hand, the secretary left the room with the papers, closed the door, and the old general sat on the side, he sighed and whispered:

"Don't pretend, Emir... I know you can't sleep. ”

The soldier on the hospital bed opened his eyes, his face was bandaged and looked miserable, and he asked in a bitter voice:

"My squadron..."

"It's gone, it's all gone. ”

General Ross said in a gloomy voice, "All 35 of the best soldiers, gone, were brutally killed by that monster, and you are the only one who survives." ”

"Ugh"

Colonel Emir clenched his fists, which made his wounds burst in an instant, and blood stained the bandages red, and he gritted his teeth and whispered:

"I'm not reconciled!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

General Ross's voice became muffled: "Soldiers can die on the battlefield, that's glory, being killed by monsters, that's shame... Who willingly? But we still have a chance, Emir, and you still have a chance!"

"Huh?"

The colonel turned his head with difficulty to look at the general, who looked left and right, and whispered:

"The experiment was restarted, I gambled everything on this lab, they asked me to choose another person, but I refused, you are the best, I don't need to go to anyone else, the only problem now is that in your current situation, go to the experiment... Most likely..."

"Does it make me stronger?"

The emir interrupted the general, his eyes flashing with indescribable hatred, and he exclaimed, "Can it give me the power to kill that monster?

General Ross shrugged his shoulders, took two cigars from his pocket, lit them for the patient himself, and smoked them himself, and said softly:

"Frankly, I don't know..."

"But if we don't try, none of us know the result, the birth of the Hulk proves that the experiment is possible, and if you succeed, we will immediately set out to destroy the monster, and he took my daughter... If you fail, you will die, and it will be difficult for me to live, and the last fight, if you don't win, you will die, just like we did on the battlefields of the Middle East. ”

"We have taken 7 adventures and succeeded 7 times, and this time I have pressed everything on mine, Emir, do you dare to gamble with me?"

"Ahem"

Emil Bronski stretched out his hand with difficulty to take the cigar off, and every frame of this action made him suffer extreme pain, but the soldier didn't care at all, he looked at General Ross, his old boss who had been with him since he joined the army, and he nodded:

"Then help me bet on it too... I'm all-in!"

At the same time that Emil Bronski was embarking on a crazy adventure with General Thunderbolt, a special screening was also underway in the S.H.I.E.L.D. office, and Fury himself stood in the center of the office to watch the screening take place.

"According to the results of our communication with the mages of the New York Sanctuary, there are two aspects that affect the adaptability of this mysterious power, the first is its own willpower!"

After both Coulson and Mei left S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury had to select some new agents to serve as his right and left men, but he was more accustomed to using old subordinates, so this time it was the captain of the Helicarrier, Unranked Agent Maria Hill, who presided over the selection.

Again, the fact that the unranked agent is not that Maria is a good eater is the best proof of her abilities.

Mary, with a pair of glasses, looked at the report in her hand, and said very strictly:

"The mages regard willpower as soul strength, which is very true and appropriate, but we don't have a way to measure soul strength now, so we can only choose from those who are engaged in extreme sports themselves, and the willpower of this type of people is excellent among ordinary people!"

"The second thing that affects the fit of strength is the past experience, and from this point of view, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are not suitable, because their past experience is shady, and their work is extremely stressful, which is likely to lead to being controlled by special forces. ”

Hill put down the papers, took off his glasses, and said to Fury:

"But even so, I still think that if I had to choose a host, the agent would be the most suitable, and the least loyalty would be guaranteed. ”

Fury shrugged his shoulders, he looked at Hill, playing with the humidor in his hand:

"You're mistaken, Ciel, the ultimate carrier wasn't chosen by me... Actually, I also submitted a list of trustworthy agents to our "Special Forces Advisors", but the final result is judged by those who are most familiar with this power, and there is always a mysterious way to choose mysterious powers, and we laymen just need to be good at assisting. ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the old cowboy sitting in the office leisurely drinking wine and smoking, making the whole office smoky, wearing a shabby cowboy hat and an old-fashioned cowboy outfit, the back looked a little inexplicably familiar.

Fury, who had been addicted to cigarettes lately, walked over, sat down beside the old cowboy, stretched out his hand to light a cigar, and asked in a low voice:

"Do you think I'm right? Mr. Carter Shrey?"