Marvel: The beginning is tied to the experimental platform

Polivier Tresk looked at the cells under the microscope, which were rapidly transitioning from active to dead in the test piece. He couldn't help but sighed, took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose: "It still doesn't work, where is the problem?"

At this time, a young man in a white coat handed over a cup of coffee: "Take a rest, teacher, you have been fighting for four days in a row, and if you don't rest, your body will collapse!"

"Suck ~ suck~"

Polivier sipped his coffee, put down his cup for a long time and complained: "Do you think I don't want to rest? Isn't it urgent from above?"

With his short body, he sat on the chair with difficulty, and let the assistant on the side light a cigarette for him: "Ross dude dug out a genius Banner from somewhere, and made his super soldier plan reach the threshold of the third phase. The leaders above us also want to perform well, and strive to climb up in the next general election, so I can only work harder here!"

The little assistant also sighed: "It would be great if Colonel Stryker was still around."

"Strike? Huh~"

Bolivar snorted coldly: "Don't mention that idiot to me. If he hadn't provoked Fahrenheit Brothers and Mutant Academy at the same time, his current achievements would definitely not be inferior to mine. I, an old man, still spend all day in the laboratory?"

The little assistant took Bolivier's research report, and after reading it for a long time, he finally understood why his progress was stuck. The young man's mind was always turning very fast, so he gave an opinion to his respected mentor.

He came to his computer and sat down, opened the list of gene pools, entered a few keywords, and soon a photo appeared on the computer screen, printed it out and handed it to Polliver who closed his eyes and meditated: "Teacher, have you studied this mutant?"

"Ok?"

Bolivar took a look, and raised his bushy eyebrows: "Mystique?"

The little assistant nodded and squatted beside Polliver to explain: "I think so, teacher. The first-generation Sentinel is essentially a robot with a database of mutants added, and the second-generation Sentinel can only use a fixed ability. Due to the limitation of materials, its power is only Delta level."

He breathed a sigh of relief and sorted out his thoughts: "Now we have already figured out the restricted materials. The most important fusion transformation, you still can't break through the technical barriers, so can you change your thinking?"

Speaking of this, he nodded on Rui Wen's profile picture: "We have a huge gene pool, but we can't use it on Sentinels. Maybe this mutant will give us the answer? After all, she can change into other people at will, even her fingerprints, pupils and voice are the same!"

Bolivar nodded: "I will talk to Charles. Before that, I will go to an old friend's house for a dinner."

The little assistant yawned and started to tidy up the messy laboratory. He was just an intern who just graduated, and he was already very excited to be arranged to study next to him!
Bolivar carried his briefcase, got out of the research institute and got on the special car, and told the driver: "Notify, encourage some mutants to make trouble, but don't make too much trouble."

The driver who was driving nodded: "Okay sir, I see!"

"Pierce has been very quiet lately."

The driver glanced at Bollieville in the rearview mirror while driving: "He is now in contact with Warwick, intending to swallow Warwick's power in New York. The news below says that Warwick seems to be showing signs of letting go."

"Oh~"

Bolivar, who was looking at the scenery outside the window, made a long voice, tapped his stubby fingers on his knees, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number for a long time: "Mo Du, are you interested in taking over the scattered forces in New York?"

The voice on the other side of the phone was very magnetic: "Don't be joking, Bolivier, don't test me for Pierce, I just guard my territory, and you don't bother me."

"No, no, maybe we should take some time to talk."

Bolivar smiled lightly: "For the time being, you help me take over the Hydra forces in New York and several nearby states. After I perfect the Sentinel III, I will help your children awaken the mutant ability of Alpha!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "The mutants are no longer considered a threat. Do you think that all the mutants are vegetarians?"

"Don't worry about how I got the x gene, just tell me, will you make this deal?"

"I'll meet you in New York tomorrow, and let's talk about it in detail."

Polivier hummed lightly, hung up the phone, took out a cigarette and lit it: "Have you found a suitable mutant target?"

The driver nodded: "There are two targets, both young men who have just awakened. One controls the fire and the other controls the ice. Our people are watching."

"Send someone to inject them with inhibitory serum. It will be too late if Charles finds out."

The driver made a promise, turned the steering wheel to the right, and the armored car merged into a new traffic flow
"Ding-dong~ding-dong~"

"Come on~"

As the door opened, the first thing that caught Steve's eyes was Nick's big bald head, followed by his little fanboy Coulson, and Hill, who was equivalent to Peggy's adopted daughter.

"Come in, Peggy was talking about you just now!"

"Really? That would be an honor."

Nick smiled and entered the apartment he used to come to first. Looking at the landscape photos on the wall that the two of them took together while performing tasks, there was only a blessed smile on his face: "Hey~ Steve."

Steve, who was pouring water for them, looked at Nick with some puzzlement: "What's wrong?"

"You're a lucky old fellow!"

Looking at the group photo of Nick's fingers, Steve grinned like a fool: "Thank you!"

Coulson, who was standing in front of the uniform display case, took the water glass with some flattery, and pointed to the display case: "Captain, can you take some photos for me later? Sign your name by the way."

"Hehe~ No problem."

Steve patted Coulson on the shoulder: "How about your mission recently? Did you find anything?"

"not yet!"

Coulson shook his head. Nick had discussed with them when he came here. As long as it was not a critical matter, there was no need to mention it in front of them, so as not to make them worry about tasks that they had or did not have even if they retired.

Hill took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and stood in the kitchen, beckoning Carter, and said some unimportant things by the way: "Recently, some powerful agents have emerged from Maozi."

"As long as it doesn't touch our own interests or endanger human safety, don't worry about them."

Carter slowly cut the asparagus: "Mark those agents who are outstanding, and let our people deal with them when they encounter them in the future."

"I see!"