[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

Many people may be born with diseases and infirmities. My idea is to strengthen the bodies of these people, break through the predicament of innate genetics, and let them enjoy a healthy life. "

"But now you're here, so that means Mr. Schmidt needs your research to make his soldiers stronger and stronger?"

Dr. Erskine didn't answer my question. He just repeated the action of rinsing the experimental bench with water until the blood red color could no longer be seen. Then he let out a long breath and said in a tired voice:

"Lucas, you are a good boy."

"Eh?"

It was the first time I was described as a "good boy" after living for more than ten years. I was a little overwhelmed, but Dr. Erskine didn't say anything more, just wiped his hands clean, patted my arm gently and then left the lab.

I don't quite know what the doctor's last sentence means. Is it simply to express my gratitude because I will have a word or two with him, or is there some unfinished meaning?

In the days that followed, the doctor did not intend to continue chatting with me, as if the conversation that took place in the laboratory that afternoon had never happened. The doctor buried his head in the invisible science bubble every day, writing on the blackboard The next series of formulas, and then all overthrow all over again, even the greetings to me only returned a nod and a smile.

I even found out that the doctor handed over the work of taking blood samples to another SS soldier, and for some reason, I was not included in the sampling.

By the end of the month, Schmidt still hadn't come to the base.

I couldn't continue to wait like this endlessly, so I decided to have a good talk with Dr. Erskine, quite formally, with a meeting ceremony.

"Lu... Lucas!"

Dr. Erskine and I were separated by a distance of a laboratory table, but his hand stopped abruptly in mid-air, and he couldn't hold my wrist no matter what.

"Please, Lucas! Come on... stop!"

The red liquid streaked through the air and fell into the large-bore beaker, and the liquid level rose at a steady speed.

"Please, Lucas, you don't need to do this!"

I took Dr. Erskine's trembling hand and pushed it out of the air.This gift was indeed as I thought, and it was difficult for the doctor to accept, but it also showed my sincerity and proved that the gift was worth enough.

"Come on, hold it steady, doctor." I put the beaker with blood temperature into the doctor's hand, and I had to stabilize the doctor's gesture at the same time, lest he knock over the gift with a shake of his hand.

"If it's not enough, you can tell me at any time, you're welcome. I really hope to see the day when the doctor's research is successful!"

Dr. Erskine watched me silently for a long time, his eyes wandering between the beaker and my wrist.

"Lucas, you... why are you doing this..."

"Huh?" I pinched the hemostatic point on the upper part of the wound, and answered the doctor's question while confirming the bleeding situation, "Because heroes must help people in suffering to be relieved, so you are welcome, research the enhanced serum as soon as possible, and go home early to be with your wife Let the children reunite!"

"what……?"

Leaving Dr. Erskine holding the beaker in the laboratory, I turned and left, stopping when I was about to step out the door.

"By the way, I have a personal matter with Mr. Schmidt. I really can't wait too long, so please study it with all your strength, please."

Pull the sliding door on the lab.

I feel like I finally took a big heroic step today.

Have you seen it, my dad who is far away in the United States!Your son is about to hit the world stage!

The fifth step of job transfer

A month and a half later, Schmidt came.

I don't know how much research has progressed since my generous blood donation that day, but if the doctor's family is really held hostage by Schmidt, he can't live without contact with each other.

Keeping useless hostages is just a waste of food. Once Schmidt decides that his family members can no longer threaten the doctor, he will definitely kill the hostages to avoid complications.

So after struggling for more than half a year, Dr. Erskine finally bowed to Schmidt and let him re-enter the camp.

The slogan "Long live Hydra!" once again resounded through the sky.

The expression on Schmidt's face showed his satisfaction with this inspection, whether it was the weapon development shown by Dr. Zola: the energy cannon that can be installed on the tank or the door or the wall, every shot can explode the general traditional The power of the cannonball was two to three times that of the "Hydra Long live" fanaticism that was ignited in the entire barracks because of his arrival.

According to the inspection itinerary, the afternoon was Dr. Erskine's time. Schmidt came to the prepared laboratory under the escort of two confidantes who were all wrapped up in thick clothes except for one face with no flesh exposed.

"Ah! Dr. Erskine! How good to see you."

Schmidt strode forward to hold the doctor's hand, shaking with a smile on his face, looking like an old friend who had been reunited for a long time.

"Then, I am quite looking forward to what kind of surprising results you will bring me?"

Dr. Erskine looked quite disturbed. As soon as Schmidt let go, he quickly withdrew his palm and guided Schmidt to the laboratory with a blunt smile.

As the doctor's personal guard and assistant, after Schmidt sat down, I rolled out the experimental materials prepared in advance, several tubes of serum and two mice locked in boxes.

"Hey, first of all, let me explain to everyone the experiment that will be carried out later."

The doctor reached out and motioned for me to take the mouse forward.

"As you can see, the two cages of mice are the most common laboratory mice, born from the same litter. The feeding environment, feed, drinking water, etc. are given the same conditions."

Of course, it is impossible for the laboratory to have fixed seats like the lecture hall. All the arrangements were temporarily arranged last night.The seat for inspection was nothing more than a slightly comfortable and upholstered seat, plus a set similar to a primary school desk, providing the secretary's records brought by Schmidt.

There is no obstacle between the observation area and the experimental display stand. It is not needed for the display, and the extra things have been pushed to the wall, except for a few ventilation windows that cannot allow adults to pass through, and the main entrance of the laboratory. In addition, there is no possibility of hiding weapons or killers here.

One of the guards was on Schmidt's left hand, with his palm hanging down where he could touch the gun immediately. If someone in the room planned to sneak attack, he would shoot immediately.

The second guard was sitting a step ahead of Schmidt's position, and was burying his head in the notebook he brought, writing down every step and explanation that the doctor said.If someone made a move from the display stand, it would take about two seconds from when he kicked over the table to blocking Schmidt.

If I move from the experimental platform to Schmidt, the straight-line distance on the flat ground requires three large strides, and the obstacles from Schmidt's left and right sides have enough time to complete the defensive layout, and three people at the same time as I get close Siege together.

"This is the experimental serum No. 003. The direction of action is to strengthen the cardiopulmonary function of the subject. Now we will observe the heartbeat of the subject before the test."

The doctor put the mice into a special mouse roller, and the heartbeat of the mice connected to the test device soared rapidly as they ran the roller.I took off my coat to reveal my shirt and the leather wristbands on both hands, and took a few steps in front of Schmidt with the mouse cage so that he could see the condition of the mice and their heart rate.

"Wristguards are nice."

Schmidt nodded to indicate that he had read it. When I turned around to take the mouse away and was about to let the doctor inject the experimental serum, he suddenly made such comments behind his back.

"Thank you, sir." I pointed to a cage of rabbits in the corner next to it. The little fluffy animals were eating pastures intently, and from time to time they bared their front teeth and gnawed on the cage, making "銧銧" sounds.

"Rabbits will bite people if they are in a hurry." And unlike mice with small teeth, which can be gnawed on the fingers and then thrown off, rabbits bite on the arms much more seriously than mice.

This bracer is not just a protective device, it is a good partner of an assassin—the Hidden Blade.

Half a year is enough for me to create the impression of "Lucas = wristband" in front of the whole camp. This impression allowed me to pass the customs smoothly during the security check today.

Pockets, belts, and shoes were scrutinized, but no one paid much attention to the wristbands that dangled above their noses normally.Of course, no one noticed that there are some small mechanisms in today's wristbands.

The movement of me openly showing the wristband in front of Schmidt is also a way to relax the other party's vigilance. Covering up will make people suspicious. If I openly shine the weapon in the sun, the other party may think it is a toy.

After the round of positioning just now, I was sure to perform the assassination from the same position, and thrust the Hidden Blade into Schmidt's throat before his men could stop me.At that time, just hold his head up and call out—the young hero sneaks into the enemy camp alone to fight against the Nazis—the inspection cannot be more perfect!

"Now inject serum 003 into the test subject."

The doctor pinched the white mouse and pushed the liquid in the syringe into the mouse's body.

Schmidt shifted his posture, leaning forward slightly, focusing on the mouse as it was put back into the box.The subordinate who kept taking notes also stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head slightly and waited for the next change.

"Squeak!" The mouse was circling anxiously in the cage, standing up on its hind legs from time to time, and grasping the metal of the cage with its two front paws.

"Is this a success?" Schmidt said with one hand