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The underground area of S.H.I.E.L.D, floor negative three.

This place is forbidden to ordinary agents and civilians; only Luke, as the Director, and Ms. Carter, as the Commander, have free access.

Many people have guessed that S.H.I.E.L.D may be conducting some kind of secret research, but it isn't clear what exactly.

This is the laboratory where Bolivar's project team is participating in the genetic mapping of mutants.

Under this pretext, Luke also applied for an experimental grant from the Congressional Budget Committee.

He had to say that the hairs of Congress were easy to pull.

He had his staff write up a few reports and bring Bolivar to the White House to give a few speeches about mutants.

He could then get hundreds of millions of dollars, which is simply more profitable than robbing banks.

In response, the FBI and CIA's leaders could only watch in envy.

In the same way, they had to catch a bunch of spies to cheat the funds, get strong evidence, and wantonly preach the threat of war.

In recent years, it was hard to impress the President and get him to allocate the money.

It was a great advantage over others!

'No wonder Nick Fury was so fond of embezzling public money. It was so easy to get money; it felt like a dream. '

Luke thought to himself.

When Atlantis emerges, they will be able to get another grant from the White House.

Then Hydra, the Inhumans ... At that time, he wouldn't have to wait for SkyNet's establishment to become a first-class millionaire.

It's true that being a S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Director is much more promising than being a Secretary of Defense.

"Stryker, you should like this place."

Luke took the elevator and went all the way down.

In the future, William Stryker, who would become a mutant butcher, couldn't be compared to Bolivar's scientific mind and Sabretooth's combat power.

But even a piece of toilet paper has its use.

Luke believed that Stryker and Bolivar, teachers and students, could collide and create different inspiration sparks.

"General ... are you studying those monsters?"

Stryker remembered the violent scene when Luke kicked Sabretooth in the cell of the new barracks.

The latter's injury was severe, but it didn't take long for him to recover independently, without even looking for a doctor to give treatment.

"They are called mutants."

Luke corrected.

"Pay attention to what you call them. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that won't be torn to pieces by some bad-tempered mutant."

Stryker nodded silently and noted down the word 'mutant.'

As he walked along, he saw many researchers in white coats, walking in a hurry.

The more they went inside, the quieter the atmosphere was.

"General, Dr. Trask is in lab no.3."

A person in charge stepped forward. Recently, the whole institute was busy copying the leech serum and worked overtime for several days.

Luke nodded his head, indicating that he knew.

After finding Sabretooth, he collected the gene fragments of five mutants and completed the main quest of 'Opening the third camp.'

The leech serum that could suppress the ability of mutants was the reward.

Not only that, but the next stage of the main quest has also been updated.

[Main quest: Opening of the third camp, The Legion is back!]

[Requirement: Become the leader of either side of the mutant camp. Reward: 'Clark Kent's Glasses']

'You mean I could become a big, strong, cheerful journalist at will?'

Luke saw this award at that time, thinking that he didn't need to disguise himself. He wasn't interested in applying to the Daily Bugle.

"That's Dr. Trask, who is in charge of everything in Lab 3 and is your supervisor."

With Stryker looking left and right, full of curiosity, Luke pointed out Bolivar, who was having a fit of rage.

"Although he looks angry now, he's a very gentle person in private."

Stryker looked at the dwarf scientist and heard every 'fuck this and fuck that' remark, thinking that he wasn't convinced.

"You work in Lab 3 and get every information you can about mutants, then join the Weapon X program later."

After arranging Stryker, Luke walked toward Bolivar, smiling, and asked, "What's worth getting so worked up about, Dr. Trask?

"Motherfuc... General, you came."

Bolivar found a tall figure hanging over him, quickly turned around, and calmly said, "These idiots, I can't even communicate with them properly -- just like a human that can't talk to monkeys at the zoo!"

The dwarf scientist's venomous tongue could occasionally be compared to that of the future Iron Man.

Luke had to wave off the researchers, all graduates of prestigious universities, to avoid even more heart-wrenching verbal insults.

"How far has the leech serum replication project gone?"

The Major General changed the subject. Geniuses will always have some insufferable defects or faults.

Howard, for example, had a family tradition of narcissism and arrogance. In his eyes, military order procurement officers are no different from chimpanzees in human form.

And Bolivar is the same. When he found that his researchers couldn't keep up with him, he would swear and make personal attacks at every turn.

Many poor newcomers with fragile psychological qualities were even cursed to the point of doubting their lives and crying bitterly.

"Almost finished."

Bolivar held his head high with confidence.

From an independent scientist with no funding, no investors, and no personal lab, Dr. Trask is now in charge of many researchers and has all the experimental equipment and office space under his control.

He is satisfied with his present treatment and life.

The only pity is that Major General Cavill had forbidden him to dissect mutants.

"Very good. Keep working hard; I need to develop it into a weapon."

Luke said with his head down.

Namor, the Sea King, is also a mutant. The leech serum can pose a threat to the other party.

After visiting Lab 3 and checking Bolivar's work, Luke turned and went to Lab 2.

It is Dr. Arnim Zola's office. He is responsible for deciphering Brood's ancient texts and researching Wöden's Blood.

At the end of the war, the Allies took back all the surviving 'tank-class' soldiers.

According to the follow-up observation, more than half of them could only live to 35 years old, and the other half was seriously aging, with an estimated life expectancy of even 3 to 4 years.

Such a deep level of depletion had put the military off the idea of mass production.

The main reason Luke asked Dr. Zola was to study it because Wöden's Blood can transform cells at a deeper level, enhancing energy storage and absorption.

As for the increase in other areas, the effect on Superman isn't significant.

Besides, Rogers is a 'battleship-class.'

Logically speaking, life consumption will be more serious than 'tank-class.'

If one could decipher all of Brood's technology, one might be able to find a solution.

"I don't see any hope for the time being."

Dr. Zola shook his head.

"The Brood's original intention in developing this technology was to create a weapon of war. The survival period of the experimental subjects wasn't that important to them."

Luke nodded and asked Dr. Zola to continue his research.

Then he went to Lab 1, Howard's place.

The main project is to extract the infinite energy of the Tesseract, about which Dr. Zola provided a lot of ideas.

After all, Hydra's energy weapons came from him.

"The Tesseract seems to have run out of energy and doesn't respond to any external stimuli."

Howard was a little upset when he saw Luke coming.

He tried many methods, but they all failed.

Even Dr. Zola's precious metal instruments that successfully extracted infinite energy are useless now.

Luke averted his gaze. This might have had something to do with him.

When he held the Tesseract, he had absorbed a lot of energy.

Maybe that's why it's in an indefinite standby mode.

"What's new?"

Luke, change the subject.

"Uh -- I'm starting to think about building a fusion reactor. Is that a new discovery?"

Howard scratched his head and said, "Create a circular vacuum chamber with coils wrapped around the outside and then electrify it. In this way, a huge spiral magnetic field could be generated inside. If I heat the plasma to a very high temperature, I can achieve nuclear fusion -- If it does, it will be enough to solve a future energy crisis!"

"Then keep up the good work. When you succeed, I'll give you a gift."

Luke smiled meaningfully.

He did not expect Howard to have the fantastic idea of building a large arc reactor right now.

If it can be scaled down, then Iron Man will be able to appear in advance.