Ever since Lucian, the Werewolf King, and the other werewolves had been captured, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s senior officials had ordered their researchers to eliminate the werewolves' weakness to silver through experiments involving drugs, genes, and other methods. After all, the werewolves' advantages were simply too great. It was a real shame that their weakness to silver made it impossible to carry out the plan to mass-produce werewolf soldiers.
However, accomplishing this was no easy feat. According to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s scientists, based on the characteristics of werewolf blood, it would take at least seven or eight years to succeed, even under the best circumstances.
But what happened? Someone outside S.H.I.E.L.D. had solved the problem in less than a month, delivering a stinging slap to the organization's scientists.
Still, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s senior officials weren't going to quibble over something so trivial. They contacted the person without hesitation to discuss cooperation and placed an order with him, even though he was William Stryker, a man with a poor reputation in the military.
"Fusing the X-Gene into werewolves..."
At an altitude of over eight hundred meters, Coulson watched the scenes of Dilos fighting the modified werewolves on the cabin's display and couldn't help but marvel. "We considered it too, but we just couldn't make it work."
"There's no helping that." Hand stared at the screen in front of her, her voice once again turning cold. "William Stryker has been studying the X-Gene—the source of Mutant abilities—for far longer than we have."
"It's just a shame that we could only add the ability to turn their bodies into rock." Coulson pursed his lips, sounding a little helpless. "I'd hoped we could incorporate other abilities too, but I didn't expect werewolf genes to reject other types of Mutant genes."
Then Coulson continued, "At least these agents have performed very well