S.H.E.L.D. Headquarters, The
The Triskelion is located on an island in Washington, D. C.
The three skyscrapers were more than a hundred meters tall.
Only the top and bottom were connected.
They were integrated. There was a huge shield sign across the lobby on the first floor.
It was a picture of an eagle.
When Bruce walked into the elevator, a man followed behind him.
He was wearing dark blue casual pants, a white T-shirt, and a black trench coat.
He was completely different from the agents in suits.
He looked like a young man in his thirties, with short blond hair, sky-blue eyes, and a strong body. Bruce looked at him. "Which floor?" He pressed the button for the fourteenth floor.
"I'm going to the top floor."
Bruce retracted his hand.
There was no button for the top floor on the keyboard. The building had dozens of floors.
Although the division was not very strict, it was probably the field department at the bottom and the technical department in the middle.
Above was the research department, and on the top floor was Director Nick Frey's office. The elevator was controlled by an intelligent system, and the elevator would not stop on many floors without permission.
"Have we … met before?" Bruce looked at the man carefully again.
He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Especially those eyes.
"Maybe you remember wrong.
I've never seen you before. My name is Steve Rogers. "
Captain America? Bruce narrowed his eyes in confusion.
Although he was Jack's favorite hero.
He and Hotch had taken Jack to the Captain America Memorial.
He could tell that this feeling of deja vu was not from the old photos or videos in the memorial.
But then he thought of Captain America's experience.
After being frozen for nearly seventy years, he could not have crossed paths with him seventy years ago.
With a "ding", the elevator stopped on the fourteenth floor. Bruce smiled politely. "Bruce Jones, nice to meet you." Then he walked out of the elevator.
Bruce did not show any surprise at Captain America's name. Captain America should have just woken up. This matter was still confidential, at least he should not know.
The elevator door opened on the top floor, and Steve walked into the office. Behind the desk was a circular floor-to-ceiling window, which made the whole office so bright that it was almost blinding.
Steve glanced through the floor-to-ceiling window and saw the Washington Monument not far away. "Sir." He stood in front of the desk.
Ever since he was rescued from his frozen state by S.H.E.L.D., Steve was unable to adapt to this rapidly developing world. The war was over. Seventy years had buried his familiar past. Everything around him felt unfamiliar. His family and friends had all passed away. He was a little confused and didn't know what to do. Nick Frey told him that there was an undercurrent under the calm surface and invited him to join S.H.E.L.D.
"Do you know this person?" The African director handed the tablet to Steve. "This was also found in the plane that you crashed."
Steve took the tablet and looked at it. It was an Asian man, naked and covered by a thin layer of ice. Steve's attention was immediately attracted to the man's left shoulder. There was a skull on it, which looked like a hydra. However, instead of a snake, there were two crossed bones under the skull. The surface of the skull emitted a faint blue light, which reflected a beautiful light in the ice.
Steve's eyes swept over the well-proportioned muscles and moved to the man's face. From his appearance, he looked very young, in his twenties or thirties. He carefully identified him and shook his head. "No, I've never seen him before."
Nick Frey touched the surface of the tablet and slid it to one side. "This is a picture of him when we found him."
The man was placed in a silver-white rectangular box, which looked like an ordinary cargo box. The cracked lid was placed at the side, and if it wasn't for the Hydra logo on it, the box didn't look special at all. The liquid in the box should have been soaked in a body, but because of the temperature, it had condensed into a pale yellow solid.
"I did see such a box on the plane. I thought it was for weapons, so I didn't pay much attention to it." Steve recalled the situation at the time. After getting on the plane, he had been busy fighting the enemy. After the Red Skull was destroyed by the blue crystal-like cube, he was busy stopping the plane from flying to New York. After finding that it was fruitless, he finally forced the plane to land and drove it into the sea.
Wait a minute, the light emitted by the blue cube object seems to be similar to the blue light on the man's shoulder. "Is there anything special about this man?" Even if it was something important that the Red Skull had to take with them when they finally retreated, forgive him for using the word, it was obviously a corpse that was placed in a sealed box.
"We melted the pale yellow ice on the surface of his body and found that it was a nutrient solution rich in various elements needed by the human body. But then we found that there was a thin layer of transparent ice on the surface of his body, which could not be melted at more than 200 degrees Celsius. In order to avoid hurting him, we had to consider other ways."
"Hurt him?" Steve's eyes widened slightly. "You mean …"
"Yes, through sophisticated equipment, we found that although his vital signs were very weak, he was still alive, just like the hibernation state you fell into when you were frozen." Nick Frey paused. "But his identity couldn't be confirmed."
The average person couldn't survive in such a situation. Their bodies couldn't be unharmed at such low temperatures.
oo00oo
Bruce walked out of the elevator and saw Dr. Jacques with a smile on his face. White coat, glasses, and a paranoid smile. He felt that he had already used very neutral terms. This was his impression of Dr. Jacques. "What's very important for me to come over?" Bruce went straight to the point.
Dr. Jacques led Bruce into the office and took out a thick folder. Bruce flipped it open and looked at a pile of pictures and words, mixed with various professional terms. Puzzled, he asked, "What is this?"
"A series of experiments named 'Perfect Blood'. My father has been doing research on this since." Dr. Jacques paused and showed an expression of reminiscence. "When I was in university, he passed away. I found this in his research data. It was a project that had been put on hold. I don't know the source of the blood that my father left in the laboratory, but the energy contained in this blood, the cell activity and stability are terrifyingly high. From the DNA analysis, this is still a human, but I can't imagine what kind of body can carry such cells. It's at least five times, no, more than ten times the physical fitness of the current human body … This is the direction of human evolution. "
Looking at Dr. Jacques's increasingly excited expression, Bruce yawned softly. He took advantage of the lunch break to come to S.H.E.L.D.. "So? Please get to the point. "
"My father did all kinds of experiments on this, and he was only one step away from success. I continued this research, and now, the chance of success is right in front of us." Jacques grabbed Bruce.
Seeing the excitement on Jacques' face, Bruce pulled his hand back expressionlessly. He was still trying to convince Jacques to agree to participate in the experiment. However, this kind of general talk … Well, for the sake of the huge pile of data in his hand, Bruce was not really interested in participating in an experiment that did not even have a single successful case. Furthermore, judging from Jacques' words, "You said that your father had done all kinds of experiments on this, but you did not mention yourself. Could it be that you were only doing theoretical research?" Bruce asked, "You said that your father had done all kinds of experiments on this, but you did not mention yourself.
"Uh, because of the lack of experimental materials, we couldn't obtain more of this blood, and we only had one bottle of the serum left, but this is definitely the most perfect one."
Bruce was so angry that he laughed. Jacques's father passed away when he was in university, but he was at least 40 years old now. "So you took a bottle of blood that might not even have a shelf life, made a serum, and want to inject it into my body? Are you kidding me? "Bruce turned around and walked towards the door.
"The blood is still active after being thawed from the freezer, and the serum has already been tested on animals. There's only one step left …" Looking at Bruce's back, Jacques was a little anxious. "And you won't fail because you can't withstand the energy contained in the blood. You inherited his genes, so you have unlimited potential."
Bruce stopped abruptly. "What do you mean?"
"In order to increase the success rate, I conducted a comprehensive test on your body and found something strange. There's a segment of your DNA that feels very familiar to me. It's the same segment of the blood that I've analyzed countless times, so I did a matching test and found that one of the strands of your DNA is almost identical to his."
Bruce didn't say anything. He could understand Jacques's explanation with his high school biology knowledge.
"This is a miracle. You're the direct descendant of the person whose blood came from. You're his son."
"Who's he?" Bruce's voice didn't seem to have any fluctuations.
"I don't know. I don't know the source of this blood …" Before Jacques could finish, he saw Bruce start walking again. "Did you agree to the experiment? Trust me, we'll definitely succeed. "
Bruce paused and picked up the folder that Jacques just handed to him. "I need to look at this information before I give you an answer."
Watching Bruce leave, Jacques's anxious and excited expression suddenly disappeared. He picked up the phone indifferently. "Arrest him." Then, he turned on the computer and deleted a lot of documents. He glanced at the progress bar, walked to the cabinet, opened it, and picked out a few folders from the full folder. He took out the papers and piled them together …
Bruce stood at the elevator door and pressed the down button. He had doubts about Jacques's words. He wasn't sure if this was a lie made up to get him to participate in the experiment. Even if it was true, he didn't have any thoughts about this father that he had never met.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
