A few minutes ago.

Colonel Phillips was in the control room exchanging some words with Senator Brandt, one of the members of the Committee.

"I'm glad you can come, Senator. "

The Colonel said with a smile.

With his temper, he was unwilling to deal with politicians.

Because, these guys were too hypocritical!

Always smiling, but secretly thinking about getting their own benefits.

This made Colonel Phillips, who came from a military background and attached great importance to the overall situation, uncomfortable.

But as the Executive of the Strategic Scientific Reserve and a participant in the Super Soldier program, he had to learn to socialize with politicians.

After all, research funding and allocated resources need to be approved by the Committee.

"Is that the 'Super Soldier' you chose? My God! He looks like he hasn't eaten for days!"

Senator Brandt stood in the control room on the second floor, looking down.

He was surprised to see the short and thin Rogers.

This was a little different from the super soldier the Committee wanted.

"Rogers is... a backup to prevent failure. Senator, have you seen him, Luke Cavill? That's the best soldier I've ever seen!"

Colonel Phillips looked embarrassed and pointed to Luke who was standing beside Luke.

He wasn't optimistic about Rogers. The fact that the other party was here was the result of Dr. Erskine's insistence on going his own way.

"A lot of departments are applying for funding at this stage, but the budget allocated to Strategic Scientific Reserve is always the largest! Colonel, don't let the President down. "

Senator Brandt knocked back a comment and sat down with an accompanying reporter.

His willingness to attend wasn't motivated by a love of science.

Instead, he wanted to take the credit for it in the first place.

Senator Brandt was keenly aware of the marketing value of a super soldier.

It doesn't matter whether they could change the war or not, attracting the attention of the public was the key!

5 minutes later, the experiment and serum injection were in its final stage.

The power switches of the two metal boxes had crossed 70%.

A dazzling white light flashed, almost drowning the surrounding space.

An intense painful roar came from one of the metal boxes.

It was Rogers!

The process of injecting the serum was like a million knives to him, viciously cutting every cell and every nerve in his body.

In particular, as the value of energy transmission increased, the more violent the transformation he endured, greater the physical and mental pain he suffered.

"Steve!"

Erskine's right hand twitched. The serum injection might cause the death of the test subject, it was something that everyone knew quite well. 

Only the one who made it through could become a super soldier.

But it seems that Rogers couldn't withstand it. 

"Colonel, what's going on?"

Senator Brandt asked, tilting his head.

Looking at the two identical metal boxes, with subjects injected with the same serum.

“Why is Rogers so agonized, while Luke isn't even responding?”

“Don’t tell me he was injected with a fake serum?”

Faced with Senator Brandt's suspicion, Colonel Phillips could only shrug his shoulders with an equally puzzled expression.

…

 

"Subsequent cards need to rely on reputation to unlock ... It's just like when I played the game!"

Luke, lying in the metal instrument, didn't know the changes in the outside world.

He digested the vast amount of information received by his brain and began to understand how the so-called ‘card’ should be used.

First of all, there was the level setting given by the character panel.

According to different levels, the game divided Kryptonians into 6 levels.

LV1: Civilian.

LV2: Soldier.

LV3: Captain.

LV4: General.

LV5: Councilor.

LV6: Monarch.

Every time he upgraded, he would also be able to get items that were exclusively from Krypton.

For example, the Fortress of Solitude, the Codex and other key items.

"And the Superman Card I have now is 'Civilian'. In terms of both, overall quality and ability, for the time being, I am as good as the genuine Superman..."

Luke looked at the many Cards that were grayed out, while pursing his lips. Unfortunately, there were no other unlocked Cards.

The plug-in he received was essentially a game panel.

Similar to a game, he needed to follow the pattern of gaining reputation, grinding levels, and completing daily tasks.

"Clark Kent was a natural born Kryptonian with infinite potential; As for General Zod, who was also a Kryptonian, he was an innate general, and his rank should be in LV4 or LV5!"

Luke's thought of the two of the most impressive Kryptonians.

Although he was only the lowest LV1 'Civilian' right now, it was enough.

The Kryptonian body is basically a ‘solar battery’, and as long as it absorbs the stellar energy of the bright sun, its physical stats will continue to get stronger.

However, he just wanted to have unlimited potential, like the real Superman.

He had to work hard to gain reputation, grind levels and increase his levels.

Otherwise, it was totally unrealistic to turn into a Golden Superman just by sunbathing!

　　……

　　……

"One hundred percent!"

The metal box's power was turned up to maximum, the dense white light almost burned people's eyes.

An electric spark broke out at the console, and Rogers, who had painfully cried out, suddenly quieted down.

Erskine quickly asked Howard Stark to open the metal instrument. He temporarily ignored Luke, who didn't make a sound, to save Rogers first.

A burst of white gas scattered, and everyone showed an incredible expression of shock.

Steve Rogers!

That scrawny little man turned into a tall and mighty captain with big pectorals muscles in the blink of an eye!

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He was now a totally different person.

The next moment!

Everyone in the control room cheered and revered in jubilation, eager to immediately throw a celebration party.

Senator Brandt was even more enthusiastic, screaming things like "Berlin should be nervous" and "Capture Hitler alive".

In his view, with a Super Soldier regiment with soldiers like Rogers, the Allies were assured of victory and could win this battle without a doubt!

However, Colonel Phillips, who was immersed in joy, excitement and so on, with Senator Brandt, didn't notice that one of the guests in the control room approached Dr. Erskine while no one was paying attention.

"Hail Hydra!"

The man who came to ‘congratulate', quietly whispered in Dr. Erskine's ear.

The latter looked up in surprise, but only saw a pair of cold eyes.

‘Hydra?’

Dr. Erskine immediately reacted.

But the man didn't give him time to call for help. A PPK was placed against the other party's chest and the trigger was pulled.

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The bullet went through his heart and brought up a blood splash.

Dr. Erskine felt a moment of pain, and then helplessly collapsed.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the room, accompanied by calls of "protect the Senator!" as the guarding soldiers leaned over.

Then, there was a loud bang in the control room.

Flaming explosion swept through the scene!

The strong shock wave shattered the glass windows!

Colonel Phillips shielded the panic-stricken senator, while the big soldiers on guard were hit by the wave of air and crashed into the wall like a kite with broken threads.

Screams, explosions, gunshots ...

These noises interrupted Luke's thoughts.

He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and easily broke free from his bounds - which were there to prevent the subjects from moving around and harming themselves.

Crack! Bang!

Luke punched through the solid shell of the metal box, ignoring the jumping electric sparks and blatantly pulled open the iron sheet with his hands.

With a crackling-tearing sound, the next moment, Luke jumped out of the metal instrument.

He saw Dr. Erskine, who was shot to the ground, and Rogers, who had become taller and stronger.

Senator Brandt shranked back, hiding behind the cover of the crowd.

And the man in the suit, suspected to be the Hydra assassin, shooting down several guards, running upstairs, and disappearing from sight.

 

 

 

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