The End of the World: Chaos

A phoenix without feathers is no better than a chicken. The general was now considered by everyone to have no chance of turning things around. He came to this place, but was not immediately given a chance to appeal.

Just leave him like that.

In a room!

"Do you know why I chose to take you with me instead of anyone else?" Ross asked Bronsky calmly, with a cigar in his mouth, without showing any sign of nervousness.

"I don't know, sir." Bronski did not change just because Ross was about to lose his status as a general, and still maintained his usual typical military image.

Ross also saw this point.

"Because I think you are the most suitable candidate. You are tough, brave, don't care about so-called personal relationships and political games, and most importantly - you desire power!" Ross said in a flat tone.

Bronski did not show any pride in Ross's praise. He just looked at Ross quietly, wanting to hear why he needed such a person.

"Next, I need your help to test something for me."

"Ok?"

For the first time, a look of slight confusion appeared on Bronski's face.

"You don't need to know the details yet. When the appeal period comes, you will know everything."

Since Ross said so, Bronski could not ask any further questions. He could only try his best to restrain his curiosity and wait quietly.

Fortunately, the wait was not long, only an hour.

"Okay, let's go!" Ross straightened his wrinkle-free military uniform and announced in a bright tone.

Bronski didn't say much. He also straightened his military uniform and followed Ross to the place of complaint - another room similar to a conference room.

Ross and Bronsky pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in. Ross acted quite calmly, accustomed to such occasions, while Bronsky could not resist the panic in his heart.

The conference room was filled with a group of military personnel, the lowest-ranking officer being a brigadier general. As soon as the two entered the room, everyone's eyes were instantly focused on them. As a school-level officer, Bronski also felt a lot of pressure.

However, no one in the room paid much attention to him. Their attention was focused on Ross, wondering why he brought Bronski to file a complaint. This obviously did not require a witness.

Faced with everyone's inquiring gazes, Ross did not respond, but simply put the box in his hand on the table and opened it.

When the box is opened, it makes a special sound and a cold mist comes out. Apparently, the temperature inside the box is significantly lower than outside, which is why the mist is generated.

"Ross, what on earth are you doing?" A general who usually had a bad relationship with Ross couldn't help but ask.

"If I were you, I would stay calm. It's only a matter of a few minutes. What's the harm if you continue to make a fuss?" Ross replied calmly without even raising his head.

The general was suddenly speechless and stopped talking.

Ross needed several minutes, and the others could do nothing about it. After all, everyone saw that the others were silent and patiently waiting.

Then, Ross took out a vial of green liquid and a syringe, and skillfully drew up the green liquid with the syringe.

"Bronsky, roll up your sleeves!" Bronsky immediately realized what was going to happen when he heard Ross's words.

He rolled up his sleeves without hesitation. As Ross said, he was eager for power and would never miss any opportunity to pursue power, so he acted decisively.

The people around saw what Ross and Bronski were doing and began to realize the crux of the matter. They put away their previous casual attitudes and looked at them seriously, especially Ross.

Ross ignored the looks of others, held the syringe, found Bronski's artery a little clumsily, and inserted the syringe.

As the green liquid in the syringe slowly injected into Bronski's body, Bronski first felt a hot warm current coming from his arm. Then, wherever the warm current passed, an extremely powerful force quickly emerged and spread throughout his body with the warm current.

It starts with the arms, then spreads to the torso and eventually covers the entire body.

He felt his whole body filled with extremely powerful strength.

At the same time, Bronski also noticed that his body was slightly swollen and a layer of light green appeared on the surface of his skin, which was very similar to the Hulk he had seen, but not exactly the same.

He is not as bloated or tall as Hulk, but more like a bodybuilding champion with huge muscles. The only difference is that his skin has become light green.

Moreover, he remained clear-headed and rational, not being controlled by anger, and ignoring the fact that his skin had changed color. In short, everything was almost perfect.

Seeing Bronski, who was wearing a fitted military uniform but was swollen and deformed, but still kept his sanity and did not lose control and attack the people around him, the generals could not help but feel the same way. Everyone's breathing became rapid due to tension.

"This is the latest Hulk serum. What do you think of my appeal?" Ross asked expectantly.

The man sitting in the chief seat gave the reply: "Very good, General Ross!"

This statement revealed his support for Ross's appeal. Ross couldn't help but smile, and his position was consolidated.

"What is the specific effect of this serum?" The general who didn't have a good relationship with Ross asked unwillingly. He didn't believe that this serum would be without any shortcomings.

"After the injection, the strength can be increased to ten tons. Ordinary firearms cannot hurt him. The duration is half an hour." Ross replied.

"So there is a time limit!" the general said with a smile.

The others also frowned.

"Half an hour is enough for the soldiers who receive this serum injection to decide the outcome of a small war. More importantly, there are basically no side effects after the injection of the antidote serum!"

Is there really no side effect?

All the generals widened their eyes.

Regardless of whether an item is effective or not, having no side effects is always the best option.

Besides, the Hulk serum developed by Ross is indeed very effective.

The little mistake Ross made no longer seemed to be a big problem now. It was like a passing cloud of smoke, which disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed.

Is it a big deal if a military base is destroyed? Is it a big deal if hundreds of soldiers are killed?

These are no big deal in the eyes of the military!

The military loses countless soldiers and abandoned military bases year after year, and a few more or less doesn't matter.

Stryker, Stryker who is devoted to studying mutants.

How much money does he need every year? How many soldiers die every year in order to capture mutants? These numbers are shocking. In comparison, the losses suffered by Ross are insignificant.

Yet, has Stryker been held accountable?

not at all!

Never, not even when his base was destroyed.

Why is this happening?

Because he has achievements and value, he can become the vanguard against mutants. Now Ross also has achievements and value, and can become a powerful assistant to the army.

Therefore, his losses would naturally be borne by the army.

The key at hand isn't Ross's responsibility, but a deeper understanding of the Hulk serum.

"What is the antidote serum you just mentioned?" a general asked Ross.

"The Hulk serum is made from Bruce Banner's blood, so it is inevitably contaminated with some gamma radiation and Bruce Banner's blood characteristics. It may not have much effect during the transformation, but it will have a significant impact on the living body afterwards. The antidote serum is designed to deal with this situation!"

“Can it solve this problem?”

“That’s right!”

“But isn’t that a limitation?”

The general who had been at odds with Ross again raised his objection.

“Limitations? But it can also be seen as a countermeasure, right? If anyone can use it at will, are you really at ease?”

Ross asked back, and everyone knew in their hearts that he was right.

This serum is more powerful and more destructive than the one used by Captain America. If it were given to others, they would be hesitant.

If someone uses it to do something bad, it will not be easy to clean up. It is not uncommon for the military to leak some secrets, so it is always better to have a countermeasure.

Seeing the thoughtful expressions on everyone's faces, Ross glanced at his competitors with disdain.

Then he said: "The most important thing is that this detoxifying serum has an additional effect."

As he spoke, Ross took out a special syringe from the box and walked towards Bronski.

Before Bronski could react, he felt a pain in his arm, followed by a chill, and then he felt extremely weak all over. His bloated body gradually shrank, and his clothes became wrinkled due to the previous swelling, and he looked very embarrassed.

"By using this special syringe to forcefully penetrate the skin and muscles and inject it, the transformed state can be forcibly released. This is also a countermeasure!" Ross explained to the people present, holding the syringe.

Everyone listened with excitement in their eyes.

This is awesome!

There are countermeasures and enhancements, and it can attack and defend!

Just perfect.

“What about production volume? If our navy needs a batch, is it feasible?”

“Our army needs it too!”

"We are the same. You can name the price and we will give you priority in supply!"

......

All the generals were extremely excited. The atmosphere in the conference room no longer looked like a complaint meeting, but more like an internal bidding activity. Everyone was vying for a larger share and were even about to start fighting.

"There are still some problems with production at the moment." Ross said as he looked at them making noise.

The conference room fell silent instantly.

“How many can there be?”

The man sitting in the chief seat asked.

"There can be a thousand sets!" Ross thought for a moment and replied.

“Why is it only so little?”

A thousand groups would not be enough for an army.

“Is it because of a shortage of funds or other reasons? The military is willing to provide you with the best funds, equipment and manpower. We can provide whatever you need.”

The man sitting in the second seat said to Ross.

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"It's not because of these reasons, it's mainly because the technology for extracting Bruce Banner's blood can't keep up!"

“Is that so?”

The lack of technology is indeed a big problem.

"In fact, even if the technology catches up, the serum cannot be immediately provided to all soldiers."

Ross added to those present.

“Why is that?”

"It's not easy to suddenly have up to ten tons of strength. You must have enough training time to ensure that you don't accidentally hurt your comrades after injecting the serum."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, but they had to admit that it made sense.

"Then let's decide. From now on, we will establish a special project that covers everything from personnel training, serum production technology research and development, to the construction of the entire production line for actual combat!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and heated discussions broke out in the conference room again.