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Chapter 97 - 094 Unbearable Pain (II): State Of The Project

"By the way, how\'s the transformation of the others going?"

Rogers, who had run outside the tent to take a shower, asked aloud. ??

Because Stephanie thought that he had the potential of a \'battleship-class,\' he also had his own tent. So, he didn\'t mix in with the other soldiers.

"The first mutation eliminated one hundred and forty-one people. "

Luke gave a specific number and sighed, "Nearly half of them showed rejection and died. The remaining half couldn\'t bear the pain and started to hurt themselves … In short, not optimistic. "

This result shattered the idea that \'Wöden\'s Blood\' was an essential technology by the Allies\' top management and could be promoted vigorously.

The shallow success rate, coupled with the cost of cultivating the red crystals, was a bit uneconomical.

You know, \'tank-class\' soldiers are still no match for a Bazooka rocket launcher or a sniper\'s accurate shot.

The only way to reap the rewards is to create \'battleship-class\' soldiers.

This was equivalent to ten consecutive draws, and the blue sky and white clouds were losses. Only when the purple flashes and the golden light appeared could it be counted as gaining back the capital.

Those \'tank-class\' can\'t satisfy the military, but \'battleship-class\' can.

But the latter\'s turnout rate is ridiculously low, enough to make any European Emperor feel despair.

"Next, there are two more mutations. If you succeed, you will hopefully become a \'tank-class\' soldier. "

Luke sat in the tent. He estimated that it would be lucky to have 20 subjects who survived after three mutations -- but considering they were all a bunch of blue-eyed blondes, it was possible to have a miracle.

As for Rogers?

If he succeeded in surviving 24 mutations, it would be a rare card shining with golden light.

"So, Rogers. Go for it! "

Luke said he wasn\'t the one who had to endure the pain anyway.

Dr. Zola had already been assigned to the \'Wöden\'s Blood\' research team, and even if he were to be rehabilitated, it would be afterward.

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Three hours later, Rogers accepted the second mutation.

This time, Stephanie adjusted the dosage of "Wöden\'s Blood" and nearly killed Captain America with a double dose.

Luke gazed at Rogers, whose skin was red and veins were flaring. He couldn\'t help but secretly sigh, \'The poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology -- after thinking about it, it was more reliable to bring your own plug-in. \'

He took advantage of this time to think; he summarized the various heroes of the Marvel World and found that the Superman from the studio next door had it the easiest. He didn\'t have to do anything else; he just needed to sunbathe enough times.

If he encountered intellectual problems, just throw it to Batman.

If he encountered something that needed slashing, give it to Wonder Woman.

If he encountered something that needed a sacrifice, send in the Flash …

\'Indeed, as expected, being a leader is the easiest thing to do. \'

Luke thought half-jokingly.

The second mutation lasted for over 2 hours. When the transformation process was over, Rogers leaned against the high back chair as if he was just fished out of water. His two big chest muscles kept fluctuating, looking like peaks on the side of the ridge—quite the feast for the eyes.

"Are you ok?"

Luke, who didn\'t go to bed and stayed up all night, asked.

For him, the rest brought by sleep is optional.

If he liked, he could stay awake for weeks.

"The thought of 22 more mutations makes me want to bang my head against the wall. "

Rogers has a breathless, lifeless look on his face.

The medical field classified pain into many levels, the lowest being the mosquito bite, which is virtually unnoticeable.

It is said that the highest level resembled giving birth. It was simply unbearable.

For Captain America, the pain he endured was probably even more significant.

Even if we don\'t strictly put the transformation process together with giving birth -- just thinking about doing it 24 times made people\'s scalps tingle.

"I think I\'m going to collapse. "

Rogers looked to Luke and hoarsely said, "How many people were left this time?"

"82 people. "

Luke brought another bowl of glucose oatmeal. With pity in his eyes, he said, "Here\'s your breakfast. "

Outside the tent, the sky was looking grey.

At the end of one night, only 82 people survived the transformation from \'Wöden\'s Blood.\'

These were still eligible subjects!

\'The difficulty of mass production is enormous. \'

Luke shook his head.

If you think about it, Berlin developed three \'battleship class\' rare cards all at once, all of the European descent.

He wondered if the Allies could produce other \'battleship classes\' besides Rogers.

Also, of European descent, no reason to be too unlucky.

"Brigadier General Cavill, there\'s bad news. "

Just as Luke\'s thoughts were fluctuating, Stephanie, dressed in a white coat, hurried in.

"Berlin launched an attack. All three \'battleship-class\' came out!"

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