American comics: This guy is crazy

Bang bang bang...

Steve punched the sandbag.

Every punch made a deafening sound.

On the side, Howard, who was recording through the instrument, was shocked when he looked at the data displayed on the screen.

"The ninefold body can grow far beyond the five times of the original serum."

Howard said in disbelief: "How did Allen do it?"

Not only that, Steve bombarded the sandbags for half an hour, and he didn't look tired at all.

The super endurance is enough to support long-distance operations, and it is the super serum that completely crushes Dr. Erskine.

"This is terrifying, completely comparable to the demigod heroes in mythological stories."

Carter is an agent and has undergone physical strengthening exercises. He knows very well the concepts of nine times the physical strength and super endurance.

You only need to learn fighting skills. It is no longer simply calculated as one against nine, but as one against hundreds against thousands.

Currently, in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agent level system, the highest level eight agent, Dugan Dugan, may take a long time to recover after receiving a punch.

"Steve has not yet reached his limit. He has adapted to the growth cycle. I estimate that it will take at least three months. By then, it is conservatively estimated that his physical strength will be fifteen times. Moreover, his nervous and thinking abilities will have increased correspondingly."

Howard was extremely shocked. At the same time, he was glad that Allen had no materials to make more serum.

Once these superhuman beings enter society after the war, there will be great hidden dangers. If they go astray, the consequences are unimaginable.

Allen admitted that he could no longer make a Dionysus factor-like serum.

First of all, he can't make a super serum, he just improves on the original one.

"Old eldest son, my father is here to see you."

Alan walked up to Steve with an old tape recorder on his shoulder and said in a profound tone: "Sandbags are dead, but people are alive. You need to use your brain to fight."

Steve stopped hitting the sandbag and cast a puzzled look: "You still know how to fight?"

"Whoosh EZ."

Allen put down the tape recorder and said, "I'll choose a passionate BGM first."

Press the start button to play music.

Allen frowned slightly and switched songs decisively.

"It doesn't feel right."

"Not what I like."

"This heavy metal song is off the charts."

“I love agricultural heavy metal.”

…

Switching back and forth more than a dozen times, none of the music styles of the current era can fit into Allen's vision.

"What the hell."

Annoyed, Allen raised his leg and kicked the recorder away, saying with disdain: "What kind of taste is it? It's not as beautiful as my thin melody."

It was obvious that Allen's mental state was very unstable.

Howard and Carter watched him perform silently.

"Alan, stop making trouble, I'm afraid I'll hurt you." Steve said worriedly.

"The boy is quite arrogant."

Allen's eyes widened and he said coldly: "You are the first person to say that he is afraid of hurting me."

"Deng-deng-deng..., Ke Mang Beibei, I am a man who brings his own BGM."

Suddenly, Allen entered the state, his legs moved back and forth as if dancing a tango, and his head dodged left and right so fast that he couldn't see his face, and only his torso remained motionless.

"Think, thump, thump..., sissy, let's take action."

"Hey, hey, hey..., seeing my speed, are you hurting me?"

Steve also understood that if he didn't play around with him for a while, he might get entangled with him.

"Be careful."

As he spoke, Steve controlled his punches, fearing that he would kill Allen with one punch.

Naturally, it was impossible for a mediocre punch to touch Allen.

"Hey, hey, hey..., sissy with your butt, haven't you eaten yet? Do you want to kill the enemy with your cute fists?"

"Hmm, huh..., I guess you're here to make fun of me, are you the one who studied under him, Curator Jin?"

"Thump thump thump..., the super serum expanded your muscles, but as a result, your kidneys atrophied, and your fists are soft."

…

Allen never made a move, but kept talking.

The clay figures were all very angry, and Steve gradually increased the force of his punches.

However, he was never able to land a punch on Allen, as if he could predict the trajectory of the punch in advance.

Howard and Carter, who were watching the game, were marveling at Allen's skills, and couldn't help but secretly sigh that mental illness is so abnormal nowadays.

Steve had already put away his contemptuous attitude and went all out to take it seriously.

He punched the air with 100% of his strength, and his breathing started to become rapid.

On the other hand, Allen was humming the so-called BGM and shaking his head, showing no signs of physical decline.

"Hey, hey, hey... I'm here to teach you the first lesson. If you can't defeat the enemy, you should use a gun to decide the outcome."

That makes sense.

Within ten steps, the bullet was fast and accurate.

"Hey, hey, hey..., I'll give you a second lesson. In a stalemate, mental attacks can work wonders. For example, sissy, you haven't eaten. Did you drink too much at night? I feel like you should be separated. In the elderly ashes group, remember to sit at the same table as the children when eating. No wonder your wife complained about you at night..."

"Hmm, thump, thump... I'm here to teach you the third lesson. All the above have no effect. Immediately beat the crowd and do despicable things in the name of justice."

Unfortunately, Steve was focused on punching and had no intention of caring too much about other things.

The gentle Howard is not interested in fighting, but is calculating Allen's physical qualities.

Only Carter was recalling the meaning of the three sentences, and suddenly he felt enlightened.

To sum up, you don’t have to be an idiot if you have a gun. You can use dirty words to interfere with your opponent in a fight. If you can fight in a group, you will never fight alone.

"Alan!"

"ah?"

At this time, Wilson ran into the training room.

As soon as he heard someone calling him, Allen subconsciously responded.

puff…

The next second, Steve punched Allen in the face.

Suddenly, the whole person flew straight across like a sharp arrow.

Bang!

All that was seen was that Allen's entire head was embedded in the wall.

"There is a loss of life. Please save people quickly."

Howard quickly stepped forward to check the situation.

If Allen is punched to death, things will get serious.

Bah bah bah...

"I was careless and didn't dodge."

Allen pulled his head out of the wall and patted the dust from his hair. No injuries could be seen at all.

Steve, who regained his composure, asked with concern: "Alan, are you okay?"

"It's okay. There's something wrong with your brain. I won't blackmail you."

Allen flipped up his hair and said confidently: "I feel more energetic than before."

Howard looked up and down and asked cautiously: "Alan, can I study your body."

Hearing this, Allen took a step back suddenly, held his chest with both hands, and said with wary eyes: "Oh, Ooh..., Lao Huo, you really covet my proud body."

"Stop making trouble, people from the military are coming to test the latest research and development results."

Wilson was really anxious. Working as Allen's assistant, he didn't know how insane mental illness was.

"It's finally my turn to show off my talents."

Allen looked at Wilson proudly and ordered: "Bring over my top ten inventions."

Wilson looked hesitant: "Do you really want to do that?"

Are those top ten inventions?

Maybe the military saw it and chose to divest on the spot.

"Everything is under control."