[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

"Perhaps you have heard about the death of me and your mother when you read this letter, Daize, I hope you can face all this with strength, we love you."

"The FTD project was something your grandfather and I wanted to accomplish our entire lives, even if it cost us our lives. Now I give it to you. I don't want you to repeat our mistakes."

"This world will usher in a catastrophe so great that no one can imagine. I hope you can live by it, son."

The screen turns.

In the dark basement, two bloody corpses hung upside down in front of them, like dead pork.

The man with the red skull took his hand and asked, "Who are they?"

The little boy opened his big innocent eyes vaguely: "Who are they...?"

"They are your enemies."

"They are mine..." The little boy paused for a long time, then shook his head unconsciously, "They are not."

The alloy instrument with the thickness of a little finger was pressed against his temple, and the moment the instrument was activated, an unimaginable high-voltage current flowed along the metal into his brain, tumbling and stirring in the brain.

He yelled and desperately asked for help, but the electric burn marks had already appeared on both sides of his temples, and blood and tissue fluid were running down his cheeks, but the tall man in front of him just stood aside, watching with cold eyes.

The current is getting stronger and stronger, and there is a man's ghostly voice in my ear.

"You forgot, you forgot everything in the past, now is the time to remember."

"You have nothing but me."

"gentlemen?"

"gentlemen!"

Daize opened his eyes suddenly, his chest heaving violently due to the rapid breathing.He pressed his sore temples, then slowly sat up and leaned against the bed.

He glanced at Kurt, who was squatting in front of his window with a nervous expression, and then at the closed door.

"I heard you calling for help, sir, but you wouldn't open the door when I knocked, so I had to—"

Daize waved his hand, his voice was hoarse as if he was cutting the roughest piece of bark with a rusty saw: "I'm fine, can you please pour me a glass of water?"

Kurt teleported out of the room at once.

Daize shook his sweat-soaked pajamas and let out a breath.It was dark outside the window, and the surrounding was very quiet. He could hear the desperate flapping of the fish's fins before dying inside the melting glacier.

This feels awful.

After knocking over the third tube of precious reagents, Litander made a tactful comment.

"Professor, I think you need to rest."

"Perhaps. What were you talking about?"

Litander calmly moved the last tube of HK30 purification reagent to a place far away from the professor, and then said: "I mean, I am also on the list of Mr. Red Skull's personnel dispatch instructions for this season. He gave You have sent a new assistant over, and I have completed all the handover work with that person. Maybe I will leave in the afternoon."

Daize paused for a while, then smiled and said, "Really, that's good, you've been promoted to Litander."

Although this smile looks a bit forced.

"I think the new assistant should not be as handy as when we partnered together."

"A tacit understanding always needs to be cultivated, Professor."

"Then I hope he can be smarter. Not everyone can keep up with my speed and experimental rhythm. You are the only one for so many years. I mean, I was before today."

"Your condition is indeed a bit bad today, Professor."

Daize rubbed his hands together and sighed in frustration.

At 03:30 in the afternoon, this assistant who has followed him for nearly ten years in various senses was sent to the flight cabin.

He didn't know what Litander was about to face. Although the destination was Paradise Bay, Dazzle knew that it would not be an exaggeration to call it hell.

At [-]:[-] in the same period, he got the personal information of the new assistant.

Next to the long list of self-introductions was posted a photo of a dark-haired man in a white coat and gas mask.

Dai Ze looked at the man in front of him who was exactly the same as in the photo, there are always so many weirdos in Hydra, wearing a gas mask can no longer attract his attention.

"DeRosa Manchen." Daize flipped through the resume, and after catching keywords such as "Lord of Evil", "Weird Experiment", "Baron Zemo", it was not a very good first choice. The impression fell to the bottom in an instant.

"What a strange name. On your resume, you are 1.8 meters eight?"

The professor looked up and compared this man who seemed to be about the same height as him—although the fact is sad, but in this superhero world full of muscular men with a height of 1.9 meters and an aura of [-] meters, Daze It really doesn't have any advantage.

"I thought you would be taller, you don't look like 1.8 meters."

The masked man DeRosa responded naturally: "I was wearing height-enhancing insoles at that time."

"Your tests are too imprecise."

Daize casually placed the few pieces of paper in his hand, and then pushed open the door of the laboratory.

He has three laboratories under him, about 60 researchers, some of them are still taking care of the mutants under the name of Dai Ze in the biology building, and the remaining ten people assigned to this acting professor's exclusive laboratory are the [-] researchers. The elite among people.

And now they are caught in the dark and busy work because the professor smashed the reagent they worked so hard to make in the morning, or three tubes.

Daize stood at the door and said in his normal voice: "Before I get off work, I have something to announce."

Those researchers who were too busy to look at everything raised their heads, most of them were wearing glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, and one of the female researchers said, "Professor, there are still five hours before get off work ends."

"I allow you to leave work early."

The researchers looked at each other.

"What about the reagents? Didn't you say that people from the headquarters will come down to inspect this month..."

"Expecting you to make a finished product that satisfies me before the headquarters comes down to inspect is like expecting Baron Sterak to grow his hair. What's more." Dazzle clenched his fists with some embarrassment and coughed, "There is also a part of me fault."

DeRosa said pleasantly: "It means that I can also leave work early?"

"No, you stay and work overtime with me." Daize patted the masked man's shoulder, "This is what I want to announce. I think you all know about Litander's departure. From today onwards, he is mine. New assistant. Now then."

"If you want to leave work early before I change my mind, please leave."

The laboratory was quiet for a while.

In the next second, all the researchers picked up their briefcases and chased each other out of the laboratory at an extraordinary speed, as if they had been injected with a trial-type gene stimulant drug.

That scene was like they heard the cafeteria opening at noon every day.

DeRosa: "...your researchers are really special."

Dazzle was silent.

Inexplicably, he had the illusion that "one or two of the children in the family can't do anything".

HK30 reagent is the most breakthrough research product of Daize Lab this year.Although Hancock was weakened by Strucker into an ordinary person in terms of ability, there are still some active factors in his body that used to be superhuman. These factors were discovered by Strucker. Hancock has become a huge and inexhaustible treasure trove.

Strucker used this discovery in weaponry, and after Hancock was transferred to Dazzle, Dazzle focused on that powerful "self-healing".

So there is the HK30 reagent, which is still in the research and development stage.

In Dazzle's vision, the final product of this reagent would be able to heal any wound—including Red Skull's face, which had been disfigured by the super serum.

This should have been his number one experimental research so far, but in fact, the day before the in-depth study of the HK30 reagent, he made a discovery that no one knew - Strucker is a genius in military and scientific research , but in the field of biology, it is no exaggeration to say that he is not as good as Dai Ze.

That is the errosis molecule present in Hancock's body.

A terrifying molecule that can accelerate the mutation of the human body, and even allow ordinary people to undergo genetic mutations of self-awareness.

In name, he is under the banner of experimental research to turn mutants into ordinary people, but in fact his research direction is very similar to Strack.

MTSP, mutant manufacturing program.

This is the plan of his parents at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, who are determined to live their lives, and will not hesitate to lose their lives for it.This plan also has a nice nickname.

F` T D.

"Day dog?"

"...It's for the dream." Dai Ze put away the paper with the three letters of FTD written all over it unconsciously, and said blankly, "Are you idle?"

DeRosa shrugged: "No, you called me to work overtime, but only let me do this kind of small job of shaking reagents. You make me feel that I am underestimated."

"I told you to stay and study. I have no objection if you insist on working overtime."

"Is there any difference?"

Returning to work, the professor carefully removed the glass slide from the petri dish.

"The difference is you don't get any overtime pay."

DeRosa frowned: "You are really picky."

Dazzle shrugged: "So studying should make you feel better. And make it clear that I'm not the one who pays you."

As soon as this class was added, it was over eleven o'clock.

DeRosa shook his unknown reagent tonight and yawned sleepily.

He tried to relieve his fatigue by chatting: "Professor, do you know what my colleague said before I was transferred?"

"How to say?"

"They said, you are miserable, that person is a famous devil professor, he can extract your brains and squeeze them into juice without changing his face."

"...I haven't actually smoked anyone's brains. I don't even have a juicer."

"Oh, it seems that the rumors are not 100% limited to the wise. Seriously, I heard that the stamina booster in the German branch was made when you were 11 years old. Is that true? I mean, your This invention is really great, it is low-cost and energy-produced, and it can save lives at critical moments, but it sounds a bit magical, you know, when I was 11 years old, I was still playing house with the little girl next door hand in hand.”

"But it's not surprising. Red Skull, Strucker, Bruce Banner, Charles Xavier, and the famous Iron Man Tony Stark. This world is full of geniuses."

"Speaking of Strucker, this is the first time I've seen him in person. I thought he was an evil baron like the rumors said, but I didn't expect the real person to be bald and talkative. I think he might have a muscle fetish Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why his experimental subjects are all muscle bombers. When I first entered the research institute, I even saw a big, green and hunk man. Of course, I was an exception. It is a terrible thing to have such exaggerated muscles. I think I'm in pretty good shape right now, I mean, he's turning his lab into a Billy King Herrington wrestling ring."

"Professor, are you still listening?"

"professor?"

DeRosa turned his head, and the professor in a white coat had already fallen unconscious in front of his workbench.

The researcher wearing a gas mask leaned over to observe for a while. After confirming that Daize was really asleep, he turned around and inserted the disk that had been set up earlier into the professor's personal computer.

"It seems that the potion researched by the beast researcher of the alcoholic professor still has some effect."

He clicked on the smart bracelet and connected to the crossbones, and a metal skull with crossbones soon appeared on the virtual light screen.

"Hey Crossbones, I hope you're not stupid enough to be sleeping by this point."

Crossbones at the end of the video said, "Keep your voice down."

"Why? Could it be that you are carrying out some ulterior secrets? For example, with that person who wants to put his whole body on you, um, Ceciro, is that what she is called? Have sex with her?"

Crossbones clutched his skull: "Don't you know that this research institute is full of surveillance?"

"Of course I know."

The man in the gas mask blinked his big eyes that were exposed outside: "So I took advantage of the meal time at noon to black out the monitoring room of the research institute."

"Dr. Banner is locked in the 'weapon maintenance and health care room' on the third floor of the defense building. Before those computer idiots discover the problem with the monitoring data, we only have 10 minutes to act."