Another Injection

"Locate the source of this signal!"

Inside a military base, General Ross handed a code to an intelligence officer.

After receiving the signal, the intelligence officer typed on the keyboard for a while, entered the code into the computer host, and then connected it to a military satellite. Soon, a signal source was locked on.

"Sir, we've found it."

The signal was located at a motel, which, coincidentally, was the very motel where Bruce Banner and Betty were staying.

In this direct confrontation, General Ross ordered his intelligence-gathering team to monitor Betty's credit card transactions across the entire network and locate her phone, but to no avail. However, the code that locked onto a certain location device immediately yielded results.

"Sir..."

General Ross sighed, "I put a tracking device in Betty's lipstick. If she's still with Bruce Banner, we can pinpoint his location."

"Sir..." the voice repeated again, "Major Franski is here."

General Ross, who was worried about his daughter, came to his senses and saw Franski standing beside him, wearing a new set of camouflage. Perhaps due to his excessive worry causing some memory disturbance, General Ross noticed that Franski was a little stronger than before he was injured.

It's not the kind of strength that comes from increased muscle fiber thickness after muscle gain, but rather a general increase in the size of the skeleton.

Involving higher-level secrets, General Ross and Franski headed towards the experimental area within the base. Along the long corridor, General Ross provided psychological counseling to the soldier who craved power and combat.

"Major, the Super Soldier Serum you were injected with is a degraded version with a low success rate. Even if it's successful, its effect won't be very strong—at least compared to the original version that Captain America was injected with."

"However, there are many mature technologies for human enhancement besides ours." General Ross admitted the failure of his plan. "For example, Osborn Industries' Knight Armor System, because it has very high requirements for the wearer's physique, they designed human enhancement surgery for the Knight System, but it was only for their Knight Armor. After the Worms were completely wiped out, they announced that due to the lack of raw materials, the human enhancement technology could no longer be applied to other people."

"And then there's a mysterious organization that collaborates with vampires, selling a potion that can turn vampires into even stronger monsters."

"Is it the Fang Vampire that S.H.I.E.L.D.. is promoting?" Franski said. As a warmonger, how could he not participate in the operation to eliminate vampires? Having been there in person, he knew more inside information than others.

"Yes," General Ross said. "Some people tried to capture a Fang Vampire alive to extract their tissue fluid for analysis in order to crack their biochemical techniques, but without exception, they all failed."

"Could it be that their technology has become so advanced that our researchers can't even grasp the underlying concepts?" Franski asked.

General Ross said, "No, the individual strength of the Fang Vampire was too great. Before the human army used weapons of mass destruction, it was impossible to match them. It was simply impossible to capture them alive. The Fang Vampire were eventually destroyed by a super soldier sent by S.H.I.E.L.D.. —a human-vampire hybrid, who was turned into a monster by that guy from Osborn Industries, using a monster to fight a monster."

Then General Ross stopped, turned to look at Franski, and said, "But during a raid on a vampire base, my men discovered a potion that turns vampires into Fang Vampire —an unused, uncontaminated, pure version."

"Because we only had one sample, we could only conduct small-dose experiments for a long time. But this drug was like it was locked up; it was very inactive. Even when injected into an animal, it would just be broken down by the immune system and had no effect whatsoever."

"Have you found a way to activate it?" Franski asked.

"Yes," General Ross continued, "It was inspired by Bruce Banner's research report on the Super Soldier Serum. Irradiating a sample of that serum with gamma rays indeed activated it, enabling it to work on living organisms. Multiple biological experiments have shown that its enhancement is several times that of the Super Soldier Serum."

"However, because samples are scarce and cannot be replicated, this drug has not undergone human trials, and its effects on humans are still unknown, so..."

General Ross paused, then continued, "Major Franski, are you willing to be the first human to be injected with this drug? You might gain power comparable to the Hulk, or you might die a painful death."

Without hesitation, Franski replied immediately, "Sir, it is my honor."

After being wounded, the dark side of Franski's heart was amplified once again. He desperately craved power and a thrilling battle. He was even willing to inject himself with unknown drugs as long as he could gain great power. He would even try if he was told that the raw materials were a mixture of Venom and hand sanitizer.

"Push open this door, and you will gain the immense power you desire." General Ross patted Franski on the shoulder, feeling the bone dig into his skin. "I look forward to a powerful you emerging from within."

Then General Ross stepped aside, allowing Franski to enter the unknown room.

The room was very simply furnished, not even as well as a typical hospital operating room. Two cold lights illuminated the not-so-large space, and in the center was an operating table where two people in hazmat suits were adjusting equipment.

--Nonsense, that drug was exposed to a high dose of gamma rays. Bruce Banner is a prime example. Who would dare to take this lightly? Didn't you see that General Ross didn't even step into this room?

As instructed by the person in the hazmat suit, Franski took off his shirt and lay face down on the operating table, where a strap secured him firmly to the table.

"This person's body is too strange." The person in the hazmat suit who was responsible for injecting Franski looked at his back and was very surprised. Franski's bones were protruding all over his body, as if they were about to break through the restraints of muscles and skin and be exposed outside the body at any second. It felt like the bones of a strong man who was 1.8 meters tall had been forcibly stuffed into the body of a short man who was 1.6 meters tall.

But working in this base, one shouldn't ask what one shouldn't ask, and shouldn't know what one shouldn't know. The hazmat suit ignored the abnormality of Franski's body. With a painful groan from Franski, a long bone marrow aspiration needle was inserted into his body through the posterior superior iliac spine, and then an active drug was injected into his body.