The Death Knell

"Mr. Stark, how are you preparing?"

Dr. Erskine turned to ask Howard in front of the instrument. Howard walked over quickly and looked at Steve lying in the ship-shaped test bench, as if he was speaking to him and to himself.

"We may cause a blackout in Brooklyn, but I'm ready, as always..."

This made Steve even more nervous. Why did your voice suddenly become quieter when you said 'same as always'? And you turned your head away and didn't dare to look at me. What do you mean? !

But without giving him a chance to ask, Howard had already slipped away, as if he was just here to cause trouble...

Dr. Erskine adjusted his round glasses, and the experiment was about to begin: "Well, Agent Carter, I think the observation room is more suitable for you."

"Oh, yes, Doctor."

Carter looked at Steve and walked back in three steps. She found that Steve was also looking at her, so she gave him an encouraging smile.

This made Steve feel much better. He still had reliable people around him. Although Bucky and Mr. Wilson were not here, Peggy could too.

Yes, he has a crush on her, but he is too embarrassed to say it. Whether he can survive is still doubtful, so how can he make a promise to others?

He watched Peggy's back walking up the stairs and took a deep breath. If the experiment was successful, he decided to confess his love to her, at least then others would not laugh at her because she was dating a dwarf.

But can the confession be successful? He had no idea, he had never done anything like that, let alone dated.

He shook his head to get these thoughts out of his head, lay down again, and looked at the ceiling.

A group of people in the observation room are communicating and building relationships. Being in politics requires connections and seizing every opportunity. As for whether the location is a laboratory or a high-end cocktail party, it makes little difference to them.

"Colonel, I heard that Mr. Wilson also made a donation to you. Didn't you invite him today?" Senator Brandt asked Philip when he saw that the experiment was about to begin and the person he wanted to see had not yet appeared.

He found out that Wilson Enterprises was not only a defense supplier and a leading department store, but also that Mr. Wilson himself had inexplicably made good friends with many leaders of the military. It was a very good move to connect with the military during the war.

He had long wanted to build relationships, otherwise he would not have come to Brooklyn to dig into the basement in his busy schedule. Unexpectedly, he thought that the colonel would invite all the investors to demonstrate the results in order to obtain more funds in the future. But he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

The colonel also understood what the congressman was thinking: "I invited him, but his secretary said that he went to Hawaii for vacation. It is said that the weather in New York has not been very good recently, and the thing he hates most is sleet and sleet."

The congressman nodded helplessly, okay, just wait for the experiment to end and chat with Stark for a while. Stark Industries is also very wealthy.

"Zi..."

Suddenly there was a noise in the observation room, which made everyone grin. It was like scratching a blackboard with fingernails, and it was an electric sound.

It was the doctor who was preparing to speak below. He looked helplessly at these politicians. This is the same behavior no matter which country they are in.

"Ahem, gentlemen, can you hear me? Our experiment is about to begin." He patted the microphone and cleared his throat: "Today we are not taking the first step towards destruction, but towards peace. The first step.”

Behind him, Steve could see the medical staff present busy. The nurses pushed in a large box containing a row of test tubes filled with blue liquid.

They took out the test tubes and inserted them into the interfaces on both sides of his ship-shaped experimental cabin. Then they pulled several metal brackets over and pressed them on his body.

"First we will make a series of microinjections into the main muscle groups of the experimenter's body. The injected serum will immediately cause physical changes at the cellular level."

The doctor was talking endlessly below, while Peggy Carter pursed her lips and looked nervously at Steve below.

Erskine explained his experimental procedures to the bosses, and at the same time made sure that the nurses were doing their jobs correctly. He added: "Then, the experimenter will receive saturated exposure to Vita rays. The rays combined with the serum can quickly stimulate The body develops beneficial mutations.”

After roughly explaining the principle, the doctor put down the microphone. These people above didn't care about the experimenter or the experiment itself. They were just here to participate in the ribbon-cutting ceremony. It didn't make any difference whether this was a hotel or a laboratory. Erskine was too lazy to do the same thing. said.

He returned to Steve's side, and at this time, a nurse took a small syringe and inserted an injection into Steve's arm, and some clear liquid was injected into his body.

"How do you feel?" the doctor asked.

"Not bad? The process is pretty fast." Steve felt it. He felt nothing from the injection, and he didn't notice any changes in himself so far.

The doctor rolled his eyes: "The injection just now was penicillin, which is penicillin. I haven't started it yet."

"Well....."

Erskine held Steve's shoulders to reassure him, and turned to give instructions to the staff.

"Countdown to serum injection..."

Everyone looked nervously at Steve on the experimental bed, and Peggy stood up nervously.

"five four three two one."

Two metal plates covered with needles penetrated Steve's upper arm, and the blue serum on both sides of the test table was injected into his body at a high speed visible to the naked eye.

Instantly, intense pain hit him, and he felt as if the blood in his body had been boiled away. He gritted his teeth, opened his eyes angrily, and looked into the air. His body hunched over like a shrimp, but he was unable to struggle as he was fixed.

Every inch of muscle is being torn apart, and his bones are beginning to change. His soul is like a boat in the storm.

Dr. Erskine knew that this was just a normal reaction, and that the transformation process of the serum was indeed very painful. On the contrary, the faster he and others acted, the less torture Steve would suffer.

"Mr. Stark, start irradiation!"

Howard nodded, put on his sunglasses, and began to operate on the console.

The original ship-shaped workbench closed like petals, really wrapping Steve like a coffin, forming a small experimental cabin that was isolated from radiation. Several hydraulic devices erected it, and the staff also connected oxygen pipes to the cabin. .

Dr. Erskine came to the side of the experimental cabin and knocked on the leaded glass: "How are you? Steve, are you okay?"

Steve gritted his teeth. He felt like there were ants crawling in his body now, but he could still hold it back: "I guess it's too late for me to go to the bathroom now, right?"

Dr. Erskine smiled, turned around and nodded to Howard. Howard immediately turned a huge knob on the instrument. The spiral bulbs in the experimental cabin began to emit strong white light, and these white lights instantly illuminated the basement. Everyone was stunned. I had to turn away with tears.

It was at this time that the antique shop on the ground, which served as a cover for the Strategic Science Corps, welcomed its new customer. The old woman who was guarding the shop raised her head, the look on her face changed drastically, she took out a submachine gun from under the counter and pointed at Someone came to shoot, but the result was only patches of sparks.

Countless bullets hit the black and yellow armor and bounced around. Many of the pendulum clocks hanging on the wall were hit by stray bullets, and their springs and gears flew around.

The tall figure seemed not to be affected in any way, walking towards the old man step by step, the single eye on the mask glowing red.

This is the devil in New York urban legend. All the people who disappear and die can be blamed on him, but the old woman never thought that he really existed.

Deathstroke is the incarnation of death, shouldn't it exist only in fantasy like vampires or Frankenstein?

But the facts clearly overturned her understanding. The legendary monster appeared in front of her, and the agents squatting outside to protect it were put down without even making a sound.

The person stood straight in front of her, letting her fire at her will. It wasn't until the submachine gun made a clicking sound that he tilted his head with interest.

The old woman heard a voice that had obviously changed, like a deep voice coming from hell:

"I have a question. Will the Strategic Science Corps provide you with medical insurance?"