American comics: This guy is crazy

Seriously injured Steve was brought back to SHIELD for treatment.

When the serum test was conducted just now, doctors and nurses were arranged to be on call throughout the entire process.

After cutting off his upper body clothes, three bloody holes from gunshot wounds were clearly visible.

"tweezers."

The doctor took the medical tools handed over by the nurse and paused when he looked at the wound.

The blood hole was slowly squirming, and soon a bullet squeezed out.

It was as if the body was having a rejection reaction, and the muscles were expelling the bullet bit by bit.

"what happened?"

The doctor didn't dare to operate at will, mainly because Steve's identity was different now and he was the only successful case of the serum, so he ordered the nurse: "Invite people from SHIELD to come over."

It won't take a while.

In the operating room, everyone from SHIELD arrived.

"what happen?"

Carter worried: "Is Steve hopeless?"

Colonel Phillips looked gloomy as he waited for the doctor's response.

What happened today was an unprecedented blow to SHIELD.

Not only did Dr. Erskine die, but the only super soldier also died, which was equivalent to announcing that the research results invested in hundreds of millions of dollars over the years were in vain.

Hundreds of millions of dollars is enough to arm an army division in today's era.

"No, he's fine."

The doctor looked at Steve lying on the hospital bed and didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

During the waiting process, the wound has stopped bleeding and scabbed. According to many years of medical experience, it will take at least two or three days for a wound that can be inserted with fingers to be covered with granulation and scab, and you will not be able to get out of bed for ten days and a half. However, the current situation may It will heal in one day.

"Thank you, doctor." Carter breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn't do anything. He healed on his own." The doctor said awkwardly.

Self-healing?

Isn't that a bit exaggerated?

If an ordinary person had been shot three times, the whole village would be ready to feast.

As the doctor lifted the gauze, the black scabbed wound appeared in front of everyone.

"The result of the serum?"

Colonel Phillips couldn't believe it.

On the battlefield, if you were shot in the torso, it would basically be a fatal injury. If you were all Serum Warriors, you would only need to wear a bulletproof helmet to charge forward.

"impossible."

Howard shook his head and said: "I have seen the serum data. It can improve the physical fitness several times, and the healing ability is not only several times, but dozens of times. Some kind of mutation must have occurred."

If it really had such a high healing power, the serum potion would cost millions of dollars each, and it is estimated that capitalists would be willing to spend money to buy it.

Wilson, who came with him, couldn't help but look at Allen and asked tentatively: "Did you do it?"

"Ah Sen, the atmosphere is not in place yet, you expose me."

Allen angrily said: "It makes me as cheap as the hardware softening engineer in the alley."

"What did you do?" Colonel Phillips asked in shock.

Originally, everyone thought that Allen was just a psychopath who was just dawdling around, and they didn't want to talk to him, but he was actually able to create surprises.

To be able to take over the serum research and fill Dr. Erskine's vacancy was an unexpected blessing.

“I didn’t do anything, I just added a little bit of my stuff.”

Allen said shyly: "It's just a little bit of my urine."

A pun intended, no one imagines excrement anyway.

"Too bad, the serum fell into the hands of the Axis powers. If we crack the formula, we won't be able to strengthen the super soldiers on a large scale." Howard worried.

Having millions of super soldiers with no fear of trauma would be a disaster for the Allies.

Imagine that several soldiers jumped on a tank and dismantled the turret with their bare hands, or charged to their own positions like a tide to kill. This is no longer a war, but an unequal massacre.

Allen picked his nostrils and said nonchalantly: "They can't research the exact same serum. I have already stolen the serum and processed it. Eight of them are divided into AB types. They need to be injected together. Each one alone has side effects, and it can also be copied. If it doesn’t come out, I won’t say anything will be added.”

In fact, what Allen was referring to was urine, and the Dionysian factor was no secret.

It can definitely be detected through samples, but it is very troublesome to find.

The ordinary impure Dionysian factors are all in the hands of the Assassin Alliance, and they are not willing to give them up.

The pure Dionysus factor is in Gotham, and at this point in time, only Allen knows the secret.

"You're doing a great job, I hope you keep doing it."

At this moment, Colonel Phillips has recognized Allen's value. Weird behavior is not a problem at all. The key is to value true talent and practical learning.

"Boss, give me three times your salary, and I'll give you some bad ideas."

"Are you short of money?"

Faced with Allen's request, Colonel Phillips was very strange.

This guy doesn't spend money on food, clothing, and accommodation at SHIELD, and he doesn't spend money outside. It's intriguing that he needs so much money.

"If we don't triple my salary, my predecessor and my current employer will go on strike."

Allen raised his hands to explain, and couldn't help but shyly said: "The main thing is that I want to buy them lace gloves to have a little more fun when it comes to enhancing their relationship."

"..."

Can your reasons be a little more blind?

"No problem, I'll make arrangements for you."

Colonel Phillips agreed immediately. In a research fund that easily costs millions, three times the salary is really a trivial matter.

"Lao Huo, now that I have money, I want to buy your Stark Industries shares."

Allen looked proud, looked at Howard and said, "You name a number, we are so arrogant now."

"What Stark Industries?"

Howard looked confused. He was just a wage earner. Let alone an industry, he might not be able to afford to open a factory.

At this moment, it was Allen's turn to look confused, and immediately said with disgust: "Hou Li Crab, thanks to me licking my face and trying to get close to you before, it turns out you are a poor bitch now."

Why don't you hate the poor and love the rich so directly? It's very hurtful.

What can Howard do? His own research fields are very expensive projects and are not suitable for civilian use. If it hadn't been for the war, he would probably have chosen to teach in a university.

Within a quarter of an hour, Colonel Phillips and Howard led everyone to leave, preparing to deal with Dr. Erskine's death.

Carter accompanied him beside the hospital bed.

She touched the scab wound on her abdomen, and with just a light touch, the scab fell off, revealing newly grown white and tender skin. Her hands unconsciously wandered over the clear abdominal muscle texture.

His breathing seemed slightly rapid.

"Have you touched enough?"

"You didn't leave?"

Carter looked at Allen who was squatting in the corner. At first, he thought everyone had left.

Allen said solemnly: "I will not agree to your marriage with Lao Dengdaer. Please don't have any inappropriate thoughts."

"..."

Carter laughed angrily and said lightly: "What qualifications do you have to interfere with Steve's feelings."

"He is my masterpiece. As a father for the first time, he naturally has to think about his grown-up son." Allen glanced up and down and commented: "In addition to being good-looking, with a good figure, you have a good temperament, a high level of knowledge, and an upright person. Apart from that, I have a decent job, a generous income, and a solid family background, but nothing else is good for me. I will never let my old son suffer with you."

"..."