[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

Chapter 11

The husband stopped moving, "He walked me to the door and left."

I just don't know what to say.

Bucky probably felt that Steve would not be judged qualified anyway, and he didn't want to turn against his friends before leaving, so he just let him go.

No, it should be said that no normal person would pick on Steve!

Wait... Is there any unspeakable conspiracy, such as the Allied forces needing a cannon fodder squad when they encounter a dangerous situation?So just find some people with poor physiques. Anyway, no one will think it strange even if these people die on the battlefield.

No, if this is the case, even if you try your best to be a deserter, you can't let Steve die!I promised Bucky that I would arrange for Steve so that he would live to the end of the war with all his beard and tail. How could he be pulled as a backup!

"Steve, tell me about what happened last night. Who interviewed you? Did he say anything that made the other interviews different? Did you meet any other candidates?"

Steve raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and looked at me in surprise.

"Slow down, what happened Enzo?"

"Just answer my question!"

If you let me know who abducted Steve, I don't have to wait until the night is dark and the wind is high, I will solve you right now!

"Okay, okay! Don't get excited!" Steve made a calm gesture and began to answer my questions one by one, "I lined up with everyone else, nothing special, but I forged the draft form earlier something was discovered..."

"Wait, you mean you got caught for your crimes and you got admitted? Really? Are you sure you got a warrant and not an arrest warrant?"

This sounds even more problematic!

"Well... I thought I was unlucky too, but he said that since he has recruited a lot of big guys, why not give the little guys a chance? Then I was hired, probably because my behavior was considered very good. A display of perseverance?"

Although Steve said so, I can see that he himself is not very sure, the key is this "he"──

"Who exactly is the 'he' you speak of? Does it have a name?"

"Yes." Steve nodded, "Abraham Erskine."

I picked out my ears, and it must be that the earwax has been cleared for a long time, which affects my hearing.

"What did you say his name was...Adam?"

"It's Abraham, surnamed Erskine."

Steve repeated it blankly.

I rushed out of the door with Gherkin, without even leaving the road, I climbed up the wall and jumped over the roof to run to the conscription office where Dr. Erskine was.

After stepping on a pile of roofs, I really feel much calmer. Sure enough, climbing the roof is more effective than running around.

The conscription office is open to the public, and I was not prevented from entering.But when I walked straight past rows of shirtless and shirtless men waiting for medical examinations, and headed straight for the back office, someone started to block the way.

"Sorry, sir, non-staff are not allowed in the office area."

A man in a dark green military uniform stood in the middle of my path, his words were polite, but his actions were tough.

"Um."

With one hand, I pinched the little cucumber that was about to wrap around my waist and held it up to him. The white ball of hair tightly held my fingers with both hands to prevent it from slipping off. The fat mass squeezed into several layers of swimming rings. .

"Hey!"

"Sir... please come inside."

The muscles on Brother Da Bing's face twitched twice, I think it should be because of an attack of shame, who cares, he gave way anyway.

As for those voices discussing whether the little cucumber belongs to "the latest biometric identification system developed by the military"...

Uh, what kind of category is Frankenstein?

There were not many people in the office area, and I found Dr. Erskine at a glance. The back of his head was balder than it was a few years ago.A few others were discussing in low voices as they flipped through documents, and I even saw a woman (rare in the military) with what appeared to be a British accent.

The first person to notice me was the woman: "Sorry, sir, are you looking for... Gherkin!"

Before she could finish her words, she stepped on her high-heeled shoes and rushed up, grabbed the little cucumber with both hands and took it away from me. She began to quickly touch and check, and muttered to herself:

"How rude! Poor little thing, has he mistreated you? Look how skinny you are!"

Thin!

Since it came, half of my part-time wages have been spent on buying cucumbers for him, and I have lost weight!This is called being strong!Are you strong?

I really want to protest like this, but the woman looked at me as if she wanted to cut two pieces of my body and feed them to cucumbers. I think this can be discussed later. The point now is-

"Dr. Erskine, I..."

Crack clack clack clack!

Five guns were loaded and pointed at me in a circle.The British girl who snatched the gherkin traded it for a larger caliber. I seriously suspect that this is for public revenge.

Or in the years since we were separated, Doctor, you have become "the person who cannot be named"!

Job Change No.13 Steps

"Let me clear up the situation."

I raised my hand to make the doctor pause, and rearranged the information that was forcibly stuffed into my mind.

"That is to say, after I left, Schmidt asked you to continue researching, and in the end you really came up with a strengthening drug?"

Dr. Erskine nodded, coughed a few times and made no objection.

"So Schmidt wanted to be the world's first enhanced human being, so he used the medicine on himself, and it turned out... disfigured."

"Well, if you say that, I have no objection."

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"So you are now out of Schmidt's control, joined the US military's program and developed a full version of the enhanced drug, and put the drug into practical use."

"Probably so."

Dr. Erskine's explanation didn't reassure me at all. If that's why he asked Steve to join, doesn't that mean that Steve is going to be on the experimental bench?

Bucky will kill me.

If he knows that I let his good friend be used as a laboratory animal.

"What's the success rate?" I think it's necessary to rescue it vigorously, before it's too late, "Eighty percent?"

Please tell me what the silence in this room, only the chewing of gherkins, means.

"Uh, in fact, we haven't conducted formal human trials yet." One of the officers spoke in place of the doctor. "The production of serum is not large enough to be tested in batches."

Then he looked at me and grinned, shit, how long has it been since you brushed those teeth?

"So basically, Doctor, what's the name of this unit you picked Steve to join? Oh, yes! Strategic Science Reserve. Just to have him be one of your many guinea pigs for this super-soldier experiment."

I was surprised that I could still be so calm. I was sitting on the territory belonging to the US military, with two guns pointing at me, and they might have called a whole team to surround me outside.

"Sorry, Doctor, I don't agree."

"Lucas..."

"It's not Lucas." I interrupted the doctor, after all these years I can finally correct my name, "It's Enzo, surnamed Mills."

"Okay, then Enzo." The doctor changed his words politely, turned to the British girl and asked, "Agent Carter, can we have a few minutes?"

The British girl's words are obviously the most important in this. When she nodded, everyone put down their weapons and walked out obediently. She also walked at the end with the little cucumber in her arms, but she didn't forget to give me a warning look before leaving.

Dr. Erskine sat down on the table, hunched over and looking like any ordinary little old man you can find anywhere.

"I like your real name, it sounds much better than Lucas. Italian?"

"Ancestor. It's been a long time. It's about the Renaissance."

"Yeah." The doctor nodded with a smile, "That little guy from last night is your friend?"

"It's him, trust me, he won't be the one you want."

I leaned forward and hoped with all sincerity that the doctor would dissuade me.

"Steve is a good man, but that's not the reason why he was sent to the lab bench. You can't fool him like this! If you must send someone to join the army, I can take Steve's spot. You can draw blood if you have nothing to do. As the experiment takes its time, I will consider it a blood donation.”

The doctor looked surprised at first, but his expression quickly changed to relief.He shook his head and talked about irrelevant topics in a calm and steady tone.

"Do you know why Schmidt also used the serum, but he turned into a 'Red Skull'?"

"Because it's an unfinished product?"

I imagined the picture of Steve with the skull on his head, and couldn't help shivering.

"No, the unfinished product is just that the effect of strengthening the physiology is not as expected, but other aspects can be said...totally exceeded expectations."

There was a complex look in the doctor's eyes. I guess he must have noticed something wrong in my blood, such as this and that of the First Civilization.

Do you remember the First Civilization?It is the higher life mentioned before, who came to the earth and created human beings as slave laborers. As a result, human serfs became masters after a long time, so they evacuated the group of life forms from the earth.

"How to say?"

"The goal of serum is to strengthen the human body comprehensively. So in theory, whether it is muscles, cardiovascular, bones or even the most complex brain-thinking, logic, memory, etc. will become stronger.

But the effect of the finished product is not only strengthened