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"As you can see, Alexei is not outstanding in intelligence, perhaps because of the influence of genetic modification..."

In the Raft Prison, watching the two people arguing with each other.

The person in charge explained to Harry Osborn on the side.

Unlike most criminals who were arrested and imprisoned, Rhino had only one criminal purpose from beginning to end, that is, to make money.

Including the reason why he accepted the experimental modification, it was only because he could get a high reward from it.

"The executioner, whose real name is Carl Burbank, was originally a pastor. He gave up his vows because of the death of a young church member due to drug addiction and joined the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA). He received combat, infiltration and assassination training from the CIA and was familiar with the work and methods of international intelligence agencies."

"Later, due to pressure from the German government, the CIA was forced to cut funding, and Carl Burbank was dismissed from the CIA because of his radical attitude and became a freelancer. During his time at the CIA, the intelligence agency transformed him and replaced his right hand with a controllable bionic mechanical arm that can be freely transformed into various firearms..."

Scorpion: "Cool~"

Rhino: "Oh, cool~"

Scorpion: "..."

...

"Hunter Clive, nationality unknown, he is a crazy hunter who is keen on hunting games, different from other He hunters use guns or bows and arrows. Craven usually designs traps and baits before fighting to weaken the prey and then subdue it. It is known that Craven has hunted more than ten humans, including humans with extraordinary powers. "

"Judging from Craven's bone age and the degree of wear of his tooth enamel, he is over sixty years old, but his appearance shows no signs of weakness, and he always maintains a superhuman peak level in both physical strength and strength. The reason is unknown."

...

"The last one is also the most dangerous criminal imprisoned in the Raft Prison, Bentley Whitman. Of course, we call him more of a wizard."

According to the introduction of the person in charge, Harry and his party saw a mysterious figure in the prison at the bottom of the Raft Prison, who was wrapped in special devices all over his body, with only a hole for breathing on his head.

"Bentley Whitman was originally a very famous scientist, mainly engaged in research on subatomic particles, until he encountered an accident in an experiment. The subatomic particles he studied were connected to a certain mysterious dimension and were disturbed, and Bentley Whitman himself was infected by the power of the mysterious universe."

"It is worth mentioning that Bentley Whitman is also one of the few people who actively asked to be imprisoned in the Raft Prison. After being infected by the dimensional power, he found the Thunderbolt Special Forces and was finally imprisoned in this special prison at his request. At that time, even this set of energy isolation devices on his body were invented and made by him during his imprisonment..."

"Enter the prison by yourself?"

Hearing the introduction of the person in charge, Sandman and other criminals couldn't help but look at Bentley Whitman in front of them.

From their standpoint, it is obvious that they can't understand the other party's self-entrapment. …

Standing in front of Bentley Whitman's cell, the person in charge stretched out his hand and was about to knock on the iron door as a reminder.

"No need to knock."

Suddenly, a low voice sounded in the hearts of Harry Osborn and others.

"I already know why you're here."

Clang--

Then, under their gaze, the cell door was opened, and Bentley Whitman, who was wearing a special energy isolation device, slowly floated out from inside.

Most of Bentley Whitman's face was covered by the special isolation device on his head, with only a small hole for breathing.

But Harry Osborn and others could still feel his gaze.

In the raft prison, Bentley Whitman slowly turned his eyes to scan the people in front of him, and finally stopped in front of Harry Osborn.

At the same time, a low voice sounded again in their minds.

"I join."

...

"Mr. Bruce Banner, let's briefly explain the situation..."

In the psychological counseling room in New York.

The psychiatrist looked at the haggard Banner in front of him and said softly.

"According to you, you have been having a nightmare repeatedly for some time. Can you tell me the content of the nightmare in detail?"

"I can't remember the details."

Shaking his head, Banner held his forehead, and occasionally showed a bit of pain on his face.

"I just vaguely remember that I was locked in a huge iron cage in the dream, shrouded by dazzling white light."

"When did this situation start?"

"It was after the explosion of the Hydra Building."

Nodding, looking down at the information in his hand, the psychiatrist continued: "As far as I know, Mr. Bruce Banner, you seem to have been injured in the explosion."

"That's right."

Releasing his palm on his forehead, Banner nodded.

"I fainted in the explosion and didn't wake up until a long time later."

"Maybe this is the reason why you have nightmares. This is a common reaction. Although you have recovered on the surface, your subconscious still remembers the explosion at that time."

Putting down the pen in his hand, the psychiatrist looked at Banner in front of him and continued to ask.

"Do you remember what happened during the explosion, including what you experienced before?"

Faced with the psychiatrist's questioning, Banner frowned and thought for a while, but he couldn't think of any memory related to it.

"Sorry, doctor."

Shaking his head, Banner said with a blank look on his face.

"I can't remember clearly."

Facing Banner's reaction, the psychiatrist didn't seem to be too surprised. He just nodded slightly and then said: "Obviously, the explosion caused the loss of part of your memory, and these memory fragments became subconscious images that were transmitted into your dreams, which also caused your frequent nightmares."

"However, under normal circumstances, such symptoms will not last too long. The memory time of the subconscious is limited after all. Once there is a new memory replacement, then Mr. Bruce Banner will also get rid of the frequent nightmares."...

"In addition, the most important point is not to pay too much attention to the content of these nightmares. Once you do this, the subconscious will involuntarily produce associations. This is why you continue to repeat the same nightmare. Every time you think about it, the impression of this nightmare will deepen in the subconscious. Therefore, my advice to you is, Mr. Bruce Banner, don't care about the content of the nightmare, but focus on other things to distract from it all."

Watching Banner leave the consultation room, the psychiatrist looked down at the consultation report in his hand, then picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

"Everything is fine."

...

Inside the underground base of Hydra Building.

"Dr. Zola, how is it?"

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After the call, Helmut paid more attention to the experiment in front of him.

"Everything is going well..."

Dr. Zola's face appeared on the screen, with obvious excitement in his tone.

"We have connected Brock Rumlow's brain to the consciousness register through surgery..."

As Dr. Zola explained, the screen in front of Helmut changed, revealing the scene of the crossbones surgery.

The researchers connected a large number of data lines to Brock Rumlow's cerebral cortex, and then took some strange liquid and injected it into his brain stem.

'Neurostimulant' is a special drug developed by Dr. Zola.

This drug can maximize the neural activity of the experimenter, making his consciousness more emotional, which is conducive to the subsequent consciousness transmission work.

Sure enough, with the injection of the drug, the brain wave frequency of Crossbones on the screen was significantly accelerated, indicating that his consciousness also became active.

"Now, connect the 'consciousness register'."

Observing the frequency amplitude of Brock Rumlow's brain waves in the laboratory, Dr. Zola quickly issued an order.

As his voice fell, the researchers in the laboratory immediately took action. They connected the already huge consciousness transmission device to the data connection line of Brock Rumlow's brain and pressed the switch.

The next second, Brock Rumlow, who was lying motionless in the laboratory, suddenly let out a painful wail.

Obviously, the pain of consciousness transmission is extremely great even for Brock Rumlow, who is already paralyzed.

After all, this is an experiment that directly affects the brain.

Amid Brock Rumlow's painful wailing, the experiment of consciousness storage is still ongoing.

"This is the most critical step in the entire experiment..."

At the same time, on the screen in front of Helmut, Dr. Zola's expression seemed to become a little nervous.

Many subjects who participated in the experiment before failed in this transmission step.

"..."

In this way, in the silent watch, the wailing sound of Brock Rumlow in the laboratory gradually weakened.

"Failed?"

Seeing this scene, Helmut subconsciously frowned, thinking that this consciousness transmission experiment would end in failure like all the previous experiments. …

Ding, ding, ding--

However, the next second after this thought flashed in Helmut's mind.

In the laboratory, the ECG monitor that originally maintained Brock Rumlow's vital signs issued a rapid warning, and the ECG representing Brock Rumlow's heartbeat on the instrument screen also hummed.

"Success!"

Dr. Zola, who witnessed all this on the screen, shouted excitedly.

"Brock Rumlow's consciousness has been successfully transferred to the 'consciousness register' we prepared."

Hearing Dr. Zola's excited voice composed of electronic sounds, Helmut's frown relaxed slightly.

At the same time, in the laboratory, researchers also quickly began to carry out the next experimental step.

"Transmitting consciousness to the 'consciousness register' does not mean that the entire experiment is over."

At the same time, Dr. Zola's voice sounded again, and he restrained his previous excitement and explained.

"This only means that we have successfully transferred Brock Rumlow's consciousness from his dilapidated body to the 'consciousness register'. What we need to do next is to connect the register to the torso through surgery and convert the 'consciousness register' representing Brock Rumlow's brain waves into the required electromagnetic signals..."

As Dr. Zola explained, the researchers in the laboratory took intensive action.

They took out the 'consciousness register' loaded with Brock Rumlow's consciousness from the instrument, and placed it in the torso of a pre-prepared Ultron robot.

As the researchers carefully placed the register representing the crossbones into the robot's brain position, the researchers who were originally surrounding Ultron seemed to give up their positions.

On the other side, Helmut, who witnessed this scene through the screen, also subconsciously held his breath.

"Now, let's start Ultron."

In the laboratory, with Dr. Zola's expectant and nervous orders, the researchers issued a start-up command to Ultron.

Then, a cold mechanical sound rang out in the Hydra underground base.

Zizi...

"Ultron III starts..."

Amid a burst of electric current, the eyes of the Ultron robot, which had been motionless in the laboratory, flashed red.

"Dr. Zola?"

Hearing the cold mechanical sound of the robot, Helmut couldn't help but ask.

"Wait a moment..."

On the screen, Dr. Zola replied calmly.

In this way, in the silent gaze of everyone, I don't know how long it has passed.

The flashing red light in Ultron's eyes suddenly began to change, and the mechanical eyes in the eye sockets moved to scan the people in the laboratory. At the same time, the originally cold mechanical sound of the robot began to fluctuate.

"What am I doing?"

Hearing the questioning tone from Ultron in the laboratory, which did not belong to the robot.

Dr. Zola's face on the screen showed an obvious smile: "Successful, Brock Rumlow's brain waves in the 'consciousness register' have been successfully converted into electromagnetic signals. From now on, Ultron will have human thinking ability, artificial intelligence, no, it is a real human, and a perfect will that does not know pain, fear, and death."

Looking at the crossbones that were successfully transformed into Ultron in the laboratory.

Helmut breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly restrained the changes in his facial expression and said to the excited Dr. Zola on the screen.

"Congratulations, Dr. Zola, the next thing is up to you."

"No problem."

Nodding, with the flow of data, Dr. Zola's humanized expression quickly returned to calm.

Brock Rumlow's consciousness has been successfully transferred to Ultron, but this is not the end.

Next, Hydra will thoroughly brainwash Brock Rumlow's consciousness in the 'consciousness register' and make him a being truly controlled by Hydra.

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