Bruce regained consciousness in the darkness.
He felt a heavy pressure pressing down on him.
It was as if he had suddenly arrived at a place where the gravity was far stronger than usual.
"Beep … Beep …" A faint sound came from afar.
Where was this? He instinctively thought.
Then, he recalled the situation before he fainted.
Vampires, ice, and Hotch …
When he thought of Hotch, his emotions fluctuated greatly.
Although he had frozen the vampire before he lost consciousness,
Who knew how long the ice would last. If the vampire broke out of the ice not long after like the last time … and they had not waited for help …
"Crack!" The sound was very close to him this time. Bruce wanted to walk over to see what made the sound, but he was surprised to find that he could not feel his legs.
Not only that.
He could not feel his hands, head, or torso. His entire body was.
Was this a spinal injury? Or … Did he die? He panicked for a moment.
There was another "Crack" sound, and a faint but continuous "Beep Beep" sound came from afar.
Bruce quickly got rid of his panic.
He forced himself to calm down. He had experienced many things and had long understood that what had happened could not be changed. Thinking of countermeasures was what he should do now.
He tried to go in the direction of the sound.
Just as this thought came to mind …
It was as if he had bumped into something hard.
.....
Bruce moved himself and explored the place he was in. This was a sealed space.
It was similar to a cylinder.
He felt that it was more appropriate to describe it as a nut.
His current state was a little strange.
He could not feel his body.
But he could still control himself.
He sensed the situation around him.
He guessed that it was probably the state of a soul or a spiritual body.
This nut was very hard, but he found some cracks on it during his exploration. To be precise, there were four cracks, and they were very subtle compared to the whole nut. However, he found that the faint "Beep Beep" sound came from here, and he seemed to be able to see a little light from the cracks.
Could he get out of here? As Bruce thought about it, the crack suddenly produced a suction force. A sense of weightlessness came over, and there was a blinding light outside.
Bruce opened his eyes, but he squinted his eyes uncomfortably in the bright light. In his line of sight, several people wearing sterile gowns and masks were standing beside him. He was lying on the operating table, and one of them was raising a scalpel at him. He was startled to see that Bruce had woken up.
Feeling the numbness in his body, Bruce used his ability and quickly regained his senses. He raised his hand, took off the oxygen mask on his face, and sat up.
oo00oo
"Hello, Agent Jones. I'm Doctor Jacques, the doctor in charge of your case." A man in a white coat stood beside the bed, holding a medical record. He looked a little excited. "I'm from the S.H.E.L.D. Department of Science and Technology. Nice to meet you."
Bruce glanced at him. From his eyes, he could tell that this person was the one who almost cut his head off in the operating room. He touched his head coldly and looked away.
They were now at the S.H.E.L.D. Headquarters. The plane arrived in time yesterday and took them directly back to Washington. However, in Bruce's opinion, the main purpose was to transport the vampire he froze. Some of the research departments were set up in the headquarters.
"When you were sent here yesterday, the nerves and blood vessels in your brain were ruptured. However, not long after the test, you healed on your own. Until just now, you showed symptoms of intracranial hemorrhage twice. The cause is unknown. When you woke up, we were preparing to perform surgery to find the cause," Doctor Jacques explained the situation just now.
"No need." Bruce already knew the cause. His spiritual body was too strong for this body, so he condensed it into a shell and put his spiritual consciousness into it to avoid harming this body. He only left a little bit of pure spiritual energy to control this body. This was also the reason why he had no memory of the first 18 years of his life.
However, the strong sense of crisis and survival instinct from the car accident caused cracks to appear on his shell, allowing him to recover Byakuya's memories and awaken his mutated ability to save himself. Although he still did not understand why this body also happened to have the ability of super regeneration. His memory had not fully recovered. He only remembered that he fell into a deep sleep in the ice field as White Night, and then he became Bruce. However, something must have happened in between that caused White Night to compress his spiritual consciousness into a shell and put it into this body.
"Intracranial hemorrhage caused by unknown causes is extremely dangerous. Although you have the ability to recover, it still causes damage to your brain every time. I suggest you do a comprehensive examination …"
"Craniotomy? Don't even think about it. "Bruce rolled his eyes and touched his head again.
"This is only because the current machine can't detect the cause …" Doctor Jacques was still unwilling to give up.
"I already know the cause, so thank you."
This problem had to be solved eventually. Although he looked fine now, the huge amount of spiritual energy was still pressing down on the cracks in the shell at every moment, and gradually widening the cracks. In the end, the shell would completely shatter, and his brain would not be able to withstand such a huge amount of spiritual energy and directly explode.
Even if this process could last for a few years, a decade, or even a few decades, based on what had happened before, when Bruce overused his ability or when his emotions fluctuated violently, the spiritual energy in the shell would accelerate and attack the shell, causing some damage to his brain.
The only way to solve this problem was to increase the strength of his body until it could withstand the huge amount of spiritual energy. Then, the problem would naturally be solved. However, the process of strengthening one's body through training was too slow, and there was a limit to a person's physique.
Bruce described his situation to Doctor Jacques in a half-truthful manner and asked for a solution. This was actually just a test. He knew that S.H.E.L.D. had related body strengthening technology, but he was not sure about the specific effects and success rate.
However, he might not be able to avoid working for S.H.E.L.D., but he had no other choice, unless he dared to trust the research results of those private companies. But did he dare? Not at all. When it came to body modification, regardless of whether the technology was good or not, what if someone did something bad to your body? S.H.E.L.D. was at least a national department.
After an hour, Doctor Jacques came back into the room and closed the door. Bruce was standing by the window, looking at the scenery outside, bored.
"This is the information about body strengthening that I have access to. It just so happens that my research direction is in this field." Doctor Jacques handed the information to Bruce as he explained, "There are a total of three solutions. The safety and effectiveness are inversely proportional. The first one is more mature. The failure rate is very low, and there are no side effects. However, it can only strengthen a person's physique by about 1.5 times. It is used in some special forces."
Bruce shook his head. His physique was now about twice that of an ordinary person. This kind of medicine would not have any effect on him.
"The second one was born out of Dr. Erskinner's super soldier serum. Of course, there was a successful product of that serum, Captain America, who had four times the physique of an ordinary person. Unfortunately, the formula was not passed down. After the efforts of many scientists, especially Dr. Zola, the final result was about 2.5 to 3 times the physique of an ordinary person. However, the success rate was not high, only about 50%."
Bruce frowned. Doctor Jacques suddenly thought of something. "Dr. Zola used to be a scientist of Hydra, but she was arrested after Hydra was destroyed. She contributed a lot of research results."
Bruce did not care about this at all. He did not know who Dr. Erskinner and Dr. Zola were. He just felt that even the best effect of three times the physique of an ordinary person was still far from enough. "What about the third one?"
"The third one …" Doctor Jacques paused. "To be honest, we once obtained the blood of a super strong human to make a serum. However, to date, there have been no successful cases. The test subjects all died because they could not adapt to the sudden increase in strength."
"Why do you recommend this to me even though there have been no successful cases?" Bruce was intrigued.
"This is not because of the serum itself. The serum has incorporated the most advanced body modification technology, but the modification energy contained in it is too strong, which led to the failure. However, you have a strong self-recovery ability, so there is still a chance of success." Doctor Jacques's eyes were filled with excitement. "As long as it succeeds, you will definitely become the strongest super soldier."
"What do I need to do in return?"
"The first two, you will have to work for S.H.E.L.D. for ten years. For the third one, you only need to sign a voluntary agreement." Doctor Jacques took out two agreements. "Personally, I think the third one is worth a try. Otherwise, it will be a waste of such a good mutation ability."
The broad terms showed that the research department did not have high hopes for the third option. Bruce was expressionless. "Let me think about it. I'll give you an answer in a few days." Then, he stood up and prepared to leave. His wounds had healed. He did not want to stay here and face the doctors' expressions of wanting to dissect him.
"By the way, these are all confidential. Remember to follow the confidentiality rules," Doctor Jacques added when Bruce opened the door.
Bruce waved his hand. Suddenly, he thought of something. He turned around and asked, "Don't tell me the last option is your research project, doctor." He had always thought that this was a doctor, but doctor was definitely not a doctor.
"Er … If you have the image, we can discuss this in more detail."
No wonder, such strange terms. Perhaps this was Jacques' private experiment. He could not even find the experimenter, so he only needed to sign a voluntary agreement.
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