American Manga God

Steve's eyes widened, of course he would not forget that when he was most frustrated, it was this mysterious young man who inspired him with more mysterious visions.

The power of the Holy Light echoed him. During the arduous training in the military camp, whenever he felt that he could not hold on, the power of the Holy Light would rise spontaneously in his heart, nourishing his soul.

Shengguang no longer showed the sharp power that he punched the hooligan that day, but Shengguang did exist, responding to him all the time, encouraging him, and letting him go through the most difficult training time.

I didn't expect to meet again after nearly a year.

Steve has a feeling of infinite surprise. He has a thousand words to say to Mei Mumu, but he doesn't know where to start.

Mei Mumu smiled: "Remember what I said?"

Steve's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said goodbye that day, and the words that Mei Mumu said when parting still echoed in his ears.

"No, I have seen your future. When you become a true Paladin, I will appear before you again."

Steve's breathing became rapid, and although there was still a little bit of unbelief, the sense of fate that seemed to be hand-picked by the goddess of fate made him extremely excited.

"This... Could this be my 'Day of Fate'?"

Mei Mumu's smile has a sense of mystery that no one else can understand: "Yes! It's today! This time! This place!"

The two of them were communicating like a puzzle, and the conversation between these two important people naturally surprised many people.

"Good morning, you two. You... know each other?" Dr. Abraham was stunned. He did not expect that the biggest sponsor of the plan would know the experimenter at the core of the plan. This is quite a small probability.

Mei Mumu smiled and nodded to Dr. Abraham: "When I just returned to New York last year, I happened to meet Mr. Rogers at the recruiting office. I found a kind of... peculiar flash in Mr. Rogers. It is the brilliance of a noble soul."

Dr. Abraham's face suddenly moved, which was exactly the feeling of his confidant, and he couldn't help but have a deeper affection for this special patron: "You are right! Mr. Rogers has a heart of gold. I think, in Technology is not 100% perfect now, only young people like this can pass this difficult test.”

"I deeply approve of this." Mei Mumu bowed gently to show respect for this wise old man.

"Come with me! Steve." Dr. Abraham tilted his head and continued to walk in with a few people.

There is something special in an antique store.

Except for the old woman who pretended to be the store manager, as soon as you entered the utility room at the back, a metal steel door with a thickness of ten centimeters opened left and right, and a long passage appeared inside.

On both sides of the corridor at the gate are several guards armed with submachine guns and wearing light brown military uniforms. They looked at several people with vigilant eyes.

Entering along the corridor, walking a full 50 meters, passing through another metal protective door, the scene in front of me is suddenly open.

Steve almost thought he was in a Frankenstein manufacturing facility.

In the circular space below, there are machines that he can't tell the truth. More than a dozen scientists and assistants in white coats shuttle around the machines, holding archives to record something.

When Steve stepped into the door and stood on the high stairs, everyone stopped their work and cast their eyes.

For the first time in Steve's life, he felt like a big man. Only big people can become the focus of attention, right?

Steve took a deep breath and let the air with a faint metallic smell penetrate into his own lungs.

"Are you ready?" the Doctor asked.

"Yes." Steve walked down the stairs with the doctor...

On the other side, Colonel Phillips found Senator Brandon in the glass observation room watching the experiment.

"Mr. Senator, hello."

"Hello, Phillips." The sixty-something senator has a typical politician's face, neatly combed hair, a clean fit suit, and a wrinkled face: "Why am I in Brooklyn?"

"We have revised the plan and must be connected to the city's power grid, and this is likely to cause power outages in the city. This requires the full support of the government. If the government had not used a paper order to divert the generators we bought at our own expense, we would not have It takes so much trouble." The colonel complained sharply.

The congressman rolled his eyes: "Colonel, we are at war. It seems that people like you who apply for funding to the parliament are at least four figures. It is frankly beyond our imagination that you can find a funder to conduct experiments to this point."

"Then you just give us electricity!" The colonel gritted his teeth.

"Well, for the sake of the generator." As if remembering something, the congressman suddenly asked in a low voice, "Yes, what is the origin of your sponsor? Could it be a spy sent by Hitler?"

Phillips rolled his eyes: "You politicians. When UU reads www.uukanshu.com and asks people to pay, you don't suspect this or that. Please, believe me, Hitler really wants to conspire to take away the results of this experiment, he is completely You can take Dr. Erskine back, threaten him with his relatives or something, and use Mr. Strange's funds to get everything done. At least you don't have to let your politicians go with the generator."

Senator Brandon blushed and changed the subject. He made an introductory gesture to a young man in an off-white suit next to him: "This is..."

Before he could finish speaking, this black-haired young man with glasses and a square face, who was easy to like, stretched out his hand to the colonel and introduced himself: "Fred Clemson! The federal government's . . If your plan is really successful, we want him to be of some practical use and not just make headlines."

Colonel Phillips didn't like this kind of peach picker: "You'll see the birth of super soldiers. Of course, the federal government has to pay for this hard experiment first, doesn't it?"

"Arms procurement? Of course, the great America has always operated successfully this way." Fred smiled.

This is also a typical old American military operation mode.

The military does not directly participate in various military researches. For example, the military wants some advanced aircraft. They just propose a military standard, set various reference parameters, and then let the following companies develop their own research and development, euphemistically called 'healthy competition' , and in the end the military tends to use only the winner's product.

The prize is, of course, a massive military purchase order paid for by taxpayers.

Basically, the winner of the bid gets everything and the loser gets nothing. Of course, sometimes the loser finds a way to find a way to prove that his product is also valuable, and to get some leftover orders, that is another matter.

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