Chapter 8: Will You Just Let Me Go?

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For that fluorescent blue energy, Grant was quite satisfied. Not to mention anything else, not only did I not find any side effects, but it was also top-notch when used to tear down walls. This made him forget the pain at the beginning to a certain extent.

Now count on it to bring him in.

Sticking his hand to the wall next to the back door, Grant began to mobilize the energy in his body, and the fluorescent blue color flashed on his palm again. The energy burst out again and again, and the wall became less and less visible. First a small hole, then a large hole, and finally, Grant used this method to make a way through the back door in the concrete several meters thick!

The traces were left, but there was not much noise, so they didn't attract attention for a while. This is worthy of the wall-tearing skill that Grant recognizes.

Since this is a secret base for superpowered humans, it means that there will be unimaginable dangers inside. It wasn't a task, and for a moment Grant really wanted to give up. But it's all here, and he's kind of a superpowered human now, so he decided to continue. In addition, Stryker is probably the leader of this base. I just don't know if it was his personal idea to study superpowered humans, or if the military was involved. If it's the latter - before leaving S.H.I.E.L.D., Grant had just heard that something had gone wrong with one of the military's experiments and had made a big mess. Now it's here again. The movement of those people was also too great.

Well, this guy's occupational disease has flare-up again.

The infiltration operation went fairly smoothly. Along the way, Grant took down eight soldiers armed with submachine guns with his bare hands, and remained undetected. The reason why it is freehand is purely for safety. It's not that he doesn't want to use a gun, it's just that if he uses a gun, it's easy to be discovered. He didn't have a muffler.

In fact, Grant also had a gun that didn't come out loud, the one he had snatched from a lab when he escaped from the Trident building. But that gun is too bad, and the matching bullets are so little, not only is it not suitable to be used here, but it is also a bit wasteful. Therefore, the eight unlucky ghosts were attacked by him from behind, and they fell without even seeing anyone.

Along the way, Grant sees a lot of unsettling things. An operating table in a pool, several nutrient tanks containing superpowered humans who don't know life and death, test tubes with blood packed together on the same shelf, a head that has no body but still shows signs of life, and so on. If the stuff here were to be published, it wouldn't be too much to electrocute that Stryker!

With a stirring mood, Grant came to a room that was about the size of his office. This seems to be where Stryker deals with general affairs. In addition to the two safes placed next to the wall, a document on the table that seemed to have been sitting for a short time caught his attention.

"Biotechnical Enhancement Program Attached to the Program for the Development of Infantry Weapons"?

Grant seems to have heard of these two plans. The latter, in particular, always feels very familiar. That's right, I remembered. Grant is more familiar with its other name, a simpler and more straightforward name - Super Soldier Program!

For the Super Soldier program, Grant is all too familiar. During the two years between the ages of fourteen and sixteen, the man who brought him out of the orphanage would tell him stories about the protagonist of the Super Soldier Project whenever he had free time. Even with him, he also has a considerable understanding of the super soldier program.

But the document he was looking at now was obviously not about the World War II plan, and it wasn't Dr. Erskine's serum, but a variant formula that had been modified by the military. Judging by the data, the last experiment was a few months ago. During the experiment, a nuclear physicist named Bruce Banner was exposed to gamma rays, and his body was mutated and turned into a ...... Huge green sane monsters?

It turns out that the military caused such a mess some time ago.

The more he looked, the more terrified Grant became. This document, presumably obtained by Stryker from the military through a special channel, describes Dr. Banner's mutation process in great detail. The instruments and equipment used in the experiment range from the type of generator to the brand of the syringe; The process of the experiment, from the specific time of serum configuration to the location from which the serum is injected; The environment of the experiment, the temperature in the lab, and when Banner eats breakfast, what he eats for breakfast, etc. A lot of seemingly unrelated data was recorded. Combined with Stryker's instructions on the document, it seems that there is only one conclusion.

"The people here are trying to replicate that experiment in its entirety."

Well, that's not Grant's voice. In fact, he was also taken aback by the sudden appearance of this sentence. And the voice sounded directly in his ears, and he could clearly feel the breath left by the man.

"Why are you here?"

After a few tenths of a second to clean up his expression, Grant turned around and showed a big smile to the visitor. As a result, the other party stretched out his finger and tapped his eyebrows, and the force was neither light nor heavy.

"You are the target of my mission, isn't it natural for me to chase after you!"

That's right, it's the black widow. The woman herself followed.

At this time, Natasha was no longer wearing the miniskirt she used to dance with Grant, but her exclusive black tight-fitting combat suit, and only this combat uniform could perfectly express her as a person. Looking at Natasha like this, Grant was still thinking about what to say, but the other party had already taken the document from his hand and looked at it seriously.

"Whew".

He breathed a sigh of relief. If you go to war with Natasha in this place, it won't do you any good. The most important point is that he is not sure if he can get out of the other person's hand with some reservations. If he can't, then he will be depressed, and he will face a difficult choice.

Thankfully, it's not there yet.

In that moment, Natasha had roughly finished reading the document in her hand.

"It seems that this Stryker doesn't just want to recreate that experiment, but also wants to add Hulk to his plan to use superpowered humans as weapons." "There's really no lower limit," she said. โ€

"Hulk?"

"It's the name of the monster that the military made up."

Raising the document in her hand, Natasha looked at Grant and said, with a smile on her face: "Do you want to use the secrets in this base as a bargaining chip so that you can return to S.H.I.E.L.D., or let S.H.I.E.L.D. revoke your want?" โ€

Being looked at like this by Natasha, Grant was a little unnatural. He nodded, then shook his head.

"I knew that from the moment I had that blue energy, I wouldn't be able to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent again. I want to use the secrets in this base as a bargaining chip, but the purpose is not the two points you said. Speaking of this, he pretended to look pitiful, "Na, I have brought you to the secret, can you let me go?" โ€