By the time Rogers survived the first mutation, it was already night.
Luke opened the camp tent and walked in with a bowl of oatmeal with a lot of glucose added.
"Are you awake? The transformation was successful."
Rogers When he opened his eyes and regained consciousness, this was the first sentence he heard.
He stood up with difficulty and left the thick, reinforced high-backed chair.
While rubbing the marks on his 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 underpants and was bare-chested, expressed confusion.
He had received serum injections before, and he had transformed from a small man into a muscular tyrant.
It can be said that there have been very intuitive and huge changes from the inside out, which can be seen at a glance.
However, the first mutation, which was such a painful process, seemed to have no obvious impact on him.
"Stephanie said that if you are still alive, it means the transformation is successful."
Luke shrugged, handed the bowl of oatmeal to Rogers, and said with some gloating, "Except for nutrient solution, your food for the next few days will be glucose. Enjoy these days."
"What about you?"
Rogers drank the not-so-good oatmeal with a spoon and looked at Luke who was standing aside.
The latter smacked his lips and said, "Cheesesteak and roast chicken. I declined Stephanie's invitation to eat British food together and chose a pretty good restaurant to have dinner with Carter."
Rogers, who was holding the oatmeal, suddenly felt that it was tasteless. He was not a vegetarian, and he had no interest in the thick porridge that was bland and mixed with glucose.
"Can't I eat meat?"
Captain America made the request seriously.
"How can I make up for my daily consumption by just eating this?"
Luke shook his head and explained, "I will give you a few bags of nutrient solution later. In about three hours, you will have to undergo another mutation. She is afraid that you will vomit out all the food in your stomach."
"If you want to try other foods, I recommend the famous British dish, Stargazy Pie - when you see that, you will think that glucose oatmeal is a delicacy."
Hearing Luke say this, Rogers's eyes immediately appeared in Rogers's mind.
He shook his head quickly, rejecting this seemingly well-intentioned proposal.
That thing is definitely for people to eat and not some kind of Shocker artistic masterpiece?
Rogers drank the bowl of porridge in a few mouthfuls and asked, "Can I take a shower?"
The severe pain of the first mutation made him sweat so much that it almost turned into grains of salt.
"This should be no problem. Stephanie just says, don't do strenuous exercise or eat too much food."
Luke smiled, this feeling of using Captain America as a guinea pig seemed quite interesting.
"In fact, you are no different from normal. The transformation of 'Wardun's Blood' requires at least three mutations before you can see it."
Rogers seems to understand. Like Luke, he is not a top academic figure.
The former does not have the talent to learn, while the latter can do it without using his brain - it feels more and more Superman-like.
Luke thought silently.
"By the way, is the renovation plan going smoothly?"
Rogers, who ran outside the tent to take a shower, asked loudly.
Because he was considered by Stephanie to have "Battleship-class" potential, he even had his own tent and did not mix with the soldiers.
"One hundred and forty-one people were eliminated during the first mutation."
Luke gave a specific number and sighed, "Nearly half of them developed rejection reactions and died. The remaining half were unable to bear the pain and resorted to self-mutilation... All in all, it is not optimistic."
This result directly shattered the idea of the Allied high-level officials regarding "Wardun's Blood" as an important technology and that it could be vigorously promoted.
The extremely low success rate, coupled with the cost of cultivating red crystal stones, is really not worth it.
You know, "Tank-class" soldiers are still no match for a Bazooka Rocket Launcher shot, or a sniper's precise shooting.
Only by creating "Battleship-class" soldiers can you reap huge rewards.
This is equivalent to ten draws in a row. The blue sky and white clouds represent a loss. Only when the purple light flashes and golden light appears can the money be recovered.
Those "Tank-class" cannot satisfy the military, "Battleship-class" can.
But the shipment rate of the latter is so low that it is enough to make any Lucky Emperor despair.
"Next, there are two more mutations. If it can succeed, there is hope to become a 'Tank-class' soldier."
Luke Sitting in the tent, he roughly estimated that if there were twenty test subjects that survived three mutations, they would be extremely lucky - but considering that these were all Europeans, a miracle might actually happen.
As for Rogers?
If he successfully survives the twenty-four mutations, it will be a rare card that shines golden.
"So, Rogers, you have to work hard."
Luke said sarcastic words, but it was not him who endured the pain anyway.
Dr. Zola has been assigned to the project team studying "Wardun's Blood". Even if it needs to be transformed, that will happen later.
Three hours later, Rogers received the second mutation.
This time, Stephanie adjusted the dose of "Wardun's Blood" and made a super double backhand, which almost caused Captain America to die on the spot.
Luke looked at Rogers with red skin and bursting veins, and couldn't help but sigh to himself, "The poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology - after thinking about it, it is more reliable to bring your own plug-ins."
Taking advantage of this period of time when his thoughts were diverging, he summarized the various heroes of Marvel World, and found that Superman from the studio next door was the most salty. He didn't need to do anything else, just bask in the sun.
If you have trouble using your brain, throw it to Batman.
If you need to kill someone, leave it to Wonder Woman.
When faced with the crisis of offering sacrifices to heaven, Flash was sent...
"Sure enough, being a leader is the easiest thing."
Luke thought half-jokingly.
The second mutation took more than two hours. When the transformation process was completed, Rogers seemed to be fished out of the water, leaning on the high-backed chair. The two large chest muscles kept rising and falling, looking like ridges and peaks from side to side. It was quite an eye-catching sight.
"Are you okay?"
Luke, who didn't go to bed and stayed up all night, asked.
For him, the rest brought by sleep is actually dispensable.
If you want, you can stay awake for a few weeks without any problem.
"When I think about the twenty-two mutations, I want to bang my head against the wall."
Rogers is weak and has a look of despair.
The medical community divides pain into many levels, with the lowest being mosquito bites, where you feel almost no pain.
It is said that it is the most similar to a pregnant woman giving birth and is simply unbearable.
For Captain America, the pain he has experienced may be even worse than this.
Even if the transformation process is not rigorously put together with the delivery of a pregnant woman, twenty-four times in total, just thinking about it makes people's scalp numb.
"I feel like I'm going to collapse."
Rogers looked at Luke and said hoarsely, "How many people are left this time?"
"Eighty-two people."
Luke brought another bowl of glucose cereal and said with pity in his eyes, "This is your breakfast."
Outside the tent, the sky was already turning white.
At the end of one night, there were only eighty-two people who could survive the "Wardun's Blood" transformation.
This is still a qualified receptor!
"It's very difficult to mass-produce it."
Luke shook his head.
Thinking about it this way, Berlin can issue three "Battleship-class" rare cards at once, which is really European.
I don't know if the Allies can produce other "Battleship-class" besides Rogers.
We are also Europeans, so there is no reason why we are so unlucky.
"Commodore Cavill, there's bad news."
Just when Luke was thinking, Stephanie in a white coat hurriedly walked in.
"Berlin has launched an attack. All three 'Battleship-class' are dispatched!"
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