Chapter 330 Made, Hulk
Culver University, Willowdale, Virginia, USA.
Culver University, which has a deep cooperation with the American Army, has a secret military-controlled research institute on the outskirts of Willowdale.
The research topic named "Army Biochemical Power Enhancement Project" is the core project of this high-level research institute that is not well-known outside the world and few people know it.
Staff here sometimes jokingly refer to the entire base and research as General Thaddeus Ross's own "household business."
After all, Dr. Robert Bruce Banner and Dr. Betty Ross, the chief scientist and main person in charge of the upgraded version of the "Super Soldier Serum" project, are the daughters of "General Thunderbolt" who has just been promoted to a three-star general in the US Army and "prospective son-in-law".
In the high-energy radiation laboratory on the third basement floor, Bruce Banner checked the gamma ray index, placed the extracted new serum cells under the instrument slide, and started today's experiment.
Thanks to this era of extraordinary force, the original serum from Dr. Abraham Erskine was perfectly reproduced decades ago. Although the selection and number of super soldiers are strictly controlled, they are not uncommon.
But the American government and military, who are not satisfied with the weak efficacy of the original serum, have been working hard to improve and upgrade this technology, trying to narrow the gap with the family that stands proudly above all regimes and forces.
Even if there were no volunteers from the military, Dr. Banner would not be interested in doing this kind of serum experiment on himself. He is not interested in obtaining any supernatural strength and physique.
And the mad scientists who often use their own hands to do experiments are mostly just routines that exist in comics.
As the data analysis results of the modified cells appeared, Banner tapped his fingertips on the computer keyboard to calculate and check the gamma-ray radiation measurement. He stopped his movements from time to time to think about the modification for a while, and then continued to operate the radiation equipment.
"No. The probability of success is still too low."
Looking at the cells that were activated by gamma rays to proliferate under the observer, but rapidly decayed and destroyed, Dr. Banner took off the protective goggles and threw them aside, pressing the heels of his palms on his temples with some headaches.
General Ross proposed at the very beginning of the research that as long as the radiation success rate of about 15% is acceptable, Bruce Banner, who heard this standard at the time, almost shouted that this was a joke about the lives of experimental reformers.
But after several years of research, he hadn't even achieved a stable 1% success rate until today, so he suddenly had the urge to give up.
This kind of experiment, which is essentially researching "biological weapons", still makes Dr. Banner somewhat resistant.
The concealment and protection measures of the experimental base are the standards of the military's first-level defense.
On the evening of the weekend, Dr. Banner, who stayed alone in the underground laboratory, looked at his watch and thought that it was almost time for his date with his fiancee tonight. Banner immediately gathered his spirits and was about to turn off various instruments and equipment when he felt something behind him. There was a very light hum and a gentle breeze.
He subconsciously turned his head to look, only a shadow that seemed to be wearing a dark blue armor flashed past Banner's sight, and then his eyes turned black, and he passed out unconsciously.
"Tsk, with such a crude equipment, you can become the Hulk, it is purely luck."
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Because of the "Stone Man" Ben Graham, General Ross's personal team simply called a military truck to bring Reed Richards, "The Cripple" and T'Chaka into the barracks.
Although the U.S. Army and government officials have always agreed with the Whip of Order and S.H.I.E.L.D. that they cannot infiltrate their forces or tentacles, they brought in two super criminals who just came out of the "Wolf Tower" prison not long ago. It's better to be more concealed.
In the military vehicle, the lame man leaned on a cane and hummed relaxedly. He didn't seem to be in the same group as the silent and suppressed three people who had never spoken.
Reed, who received the nicknames "Mr. Fantastic" and "Rubber Man" while serving his sentence in the Wolf Tower, wrapped his windbreaker tightly, his thin face suddenly deformed and collapsed as if melting.
Then his eyes protruded outwards, turning into snail-like tentacles that bent and extended for several meters, protruding from the gap in the truck door.
"Don't look at it, Ross and the 'Whip of Order' don't wear a pair of pants, and they won't sell us. Even the entire American military and government are not as highly dependent on the Howlett Group as they appear on the surface. The significant increase in the proportion of orders from Stark Industries in 2019 is the most direct manifestation."
The **** is wearing a very "weird" outfit today. He is wearing a dark green old-fashioned U.S. military uniform without any epaulettes or emblems. Just looking at the wear marks on the collar, it is already an old object that can be put in a military chronicle museum.
"Any country or force with ambition and strength does not want to be a vassal of the Howlett family, but few have the courage to betray or resist. 'Having a ghost in your heart' does not affect 'borrowing flowers to offer Buddha'."
His eyes turned into two fleshy tentacles protruding out of the car, and Dr. Richards, who was still talking in his mouth, was sitting opposite, looking extraordinarily creepy.
T’Chaka put on the black panther armor that hadn’t been changed for decades in the cloak today, and held the helmet under the hem with both hands. He was used to “Mr. Fantastic” changing into various distorted shapes from time to time.
As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the two tentacles quickly retracted, but the stone man who seldom made a sound raised his head and looked at T'Chaka, and said in a dull voice:
"Even if the entire American military can be persuaded by you, even if hundreds of super soldiers like him are mobilized, it will not have the slightest impact on that family. A few decades ago, Steve Rogers could Fight dozens of soldiers who are about the same level as him."
The unmodified words of the stone man were pointing to the black panther's nose and scolding him as useless, but the old king of Wakanda not only did not look unhappy, but nodded in agreement, staring at the **** next to him .
"Well, the words you used just now are very special."
The **** raised his cane and pointed to Dr. Richards. He was used to explaining various issues to the "Avengers" he had summoned, or to add some confidence to them and dispel some doubts.
".The American military has never given up on researching the enhanced serum plan. Although they don't have the natural 'heart-shaped grass' material, they can't make the high-level serum unique to the Howlett family, but Admiral Thaddeus Ross A new path has been explored, and once it succeeds—”
The **** was talking, and the inertia of the brakes caused his thin body to sway slightly. He hurriedly stood up with his cane, and moved out of the car little by little.
Also located in the headquarters of a secret army base in Florida, Admiral Ross bit the top cigar produced by the Hollite Group. After asking for instructions from his confidant officer, Admiral Ross was silent for a few seconds, watching the lingering smoke under the lamp, Slowly nodded.
The door of the room was opened, and four figures of different shapes came in one after another. Facing the room that was not spacious and full of documents, only the **** quickly found a gap and sat down without being polite.
"William Stryker, your life is really tough."
General Ross signaled the surrounding super soldiers who were in charge of protecting him to leave, flicked his cigar and said casually, he didn't care that he was in the same room with three people with extraordinary power, and his aura of calmness and prestige was full of oppression .
"Hey Ross, I enlisted in the army earlier than you. If luck is better, you won't be in this position now."
"You are on the wrong team. It's because of your bad luck. Soldiers insist on mixing with those who secretly engage in black hands. If you didn't fall because of Hoover, you wouldn't end up with any good results."
Admiral Ross didn’t say a word of threat or pleasantries to this old man who had been in a military prison for more than ten years and disappeared for more than 20 years after he came out. His attitude is hard to understand.
"Are those who join the army really so pure? 'General Thunderbolt', don't you know how much you have done for the entire army behind the scenes? Stop talking nonsense, you need my help."
William Stryker was leaning on a cane, with his chin resting on the back of his hand and blinking his eyes, looking like he was important.
"If these two ex-criminals who are released from prison are willing to join the extraordinary team of the military, I am still a little interested. Oh, and King T'Chaka, Wakanda still has vibrating gold left, welcome to trade, the price is negotiable. Other than that. "
Admiral Ross leaned over and crushed the cigar, and glanced at William Stryker, who was not much better than a tramp. It seemed that he agreed to see him from the very beginning for the sake of the other three.
"I'm not interested in starting an 'extraordinary war'. Of course, the military has to work hard to get rid of the dominance of the Howlett family, but this doesn't mean completely overturning the table with them. The existence of 'order' is important for the stability of the entire world All-"
"fart."
Strike really tilted his buttocks, as if releasing the gas accumulated in the intestinal tract, his eyes narrowed and he continued:
"Really fart, 'world stability'? Ha! You tell me Ross, when did our country take peace and stability as its own responsibility? I was not a little lieutenant at the bottom. I abetted the puppet regime on the Vietnam War You were probably still learning to salute in the boot camp when you were here!"
It was the first time T'Chaka and Richards saw this **** with such momentum and voice. After listening for a while, they faintly combined Stryker's experience with the scandal that shocked the world back then.
But if it is only related to the "villain of the century" Edgar Hoover, it is difficult to explain why he devoted his life, even in his old age, to work hard, trying to destroy the Howlett family.
".Whether you represent the military or the American government, the refusal to turn against the Howlett family is not because you are worried about social stability or the so-called overall situation, but because you dare not! You have no such ability! James Howlett is about to die After living for two hundred years, haha, how long do you think he can live?"
After Stryker's questioning, the long silence remained unbroken in Admiral Ross's office until the phone on the desk rang, and the adjutant rushed in without asking any questions.
Ross listened to the microphone for dozens of seconds, but without any response, he dropped the phone decisively and walked out of the office, yelling in the corridor.
"...No! You can't inform them, this plan must be firmly in the hands of the military."
"But sir, the situation is completely out of control. Once that thing reaches the urban area, we can't do any more cover up."
Ross and the adjutant were talking intermittently outside, T'Chaka looked suspiciously at the old Stryker, who looked calm and stable, as if he had expected something.
Soon, the rapid clacking of leather shoes approached the room again. Admiral Ross, who was nearly 60 years old but still strong, pushed the door in. He took a deep look at Black Panther, Mister Fantastic, and the Thing, one by one. Stryker said coldly:
"Get ready to work, there may be one more bargaining chip to deal with Howlett, and it's time for you to contribute."
Without any further discussion and compromise, Stryker stood up abruptly, swaying his body to keep up with Rose's footsteps, turned around and waved to Richards and the others, urging them to follow quickly.
In less than ten minutes, the military's high-energy engine transport plane has come to the sky above the mountains on the outskirts of Willowdale. In the gaps among the forests on the hills, a blurry shadow is running and jumping at high speed, like a frightened giant elephant, rolling the giant along the way. The tree passed by.
The old black panther put on his helmet slowly, tore off the cloak with one paw, squatted slightly and stood in front of the open transport cabin door, and looked back at the Thing and Mister Fantastic who were also ready.
"Congratulations, Ross, the enhancement plan for super soldiers seems to be a success. I have experience in this kind of thing. The first sample is always not easy to control. Leave it to us, and you will be given it before the 'Whip of Order' finds out." You take him back."
General Ross's satellite mobile phone has been in his hand, waiting for the adjutant to finally confirm the news of his daughter Betty.
Dr. Bruce Banner had an accident during the experiment. He turned into a green monster and crazily destroyed the surrounding buildings, which also affected the guards of the research institute.
Such a high-level extraordinary out-of-control event must be reported to the Whip of Order, and they will control and clear the situation.
But this also means that Admiral Ross' efforts from planning to research for more than ten years have been torched. With the intervention of the Howlett family, not only the relevant research data will be taken away, but even the military will be very passive and difficult to support. This kind of extraordinary force research.
The mutatable Dr. Banner is completely beyond the scope of General Ross's strength. The super soldiers and heavy troops he deployed didn't stop him for long, and let the green giant break through all the way, and he was about to be exposed in the urban area.
The three shadows leaping from a height of hundreds of meters were fleeting, and the searchlight beam of the fighter plane caught a Richards transformed into a huge umbrella, dragging the panther and the stone man to slow down and fall, drifting towards the target.
Stryker, who was still on the plane, hugged his crutches and hummed an unknown tune, which was his deceased wife's favorite melody during her lifetime.
(end of this chapter)