Chapter 187

The car slowly drove into a small alley. In places like Brooklyn, there are many people in a hurry on the street, and some children are playing ball throwing on the road.

Around the floor is not high, full of classical charm, those old style windows, witnessed too many changes in the city.

The street was a bit damp. It seemed that it had rained yesterday. Steve, breathing the familiar air, followed Carter out of the car.

They walked into a street store called Brooklyn antiques. There were vases and lamps in the shop window. They were really dusty, but they were not antiques. Steve was not sure.

Several men in hats looked at the newspaper at the door of the shop, looking like a street bum. But they looked up at Carter, and their eyes moved away, indicating that they were also agents.

Carter and Steve directly opened the door of the shop. There were no guests. In the dim light, only an old woman was watching the shop. A lot of old clocks hung all over the surrounding walls.

She had white hair, but she was hale and hearty, with a kind smile on her face, and she tidied up her pink sweater to greet the guests with a standard British opening.

"It's a nice morning, isn't it?"

Carter whispered, "yes, but I always go out with an umbrella."

The old lady laughed, reached under the counter, felt her old hand over a Chicago typewriter and pressed a hidden button nearby.

Then there was no communication between the three. Peggy took Steve to lift the curtain and went to the inner room. After a row of bookshelves opened, a secret corridor appeared.

Countless soldiers with military police signs were on duty inside, and many doctors and nurses in white coats walked around in a hurry.

Steve followed Peggy curiously, behind the door at the end of the corridor, a huge laboratory.

A huge equipment, like an iron coffin, was placed in the middle of the site, just below the entrance platform. Around it was a circle of tall instruments that could not be understood at all. There were various instruments and openings that could spit out notes.

Steve saw that Dr. Erskine was looking down at him. Not far away, he also found an acquaintance, Howard stark, with a moustache but rarely serious expression. He was busy debugging the equipment and did not find Steve's arrival.

Steve looked at agent Carter around him, while Peggy sighed. This experiment has unknown risks. The biggest problem is whether Steve can persist in great pain.

She turned her head, a little impatient, but she was also a soldier and had to follow orders.

Peggy took Steve down the stairs. Steve's eyes had been on the huge equipment in the middle of the field. Fortunately, it was just like a coffin when viewed from above. After walking down, it looked like an Indian canoe.

It's just that it's made of metal, and there's a lot of spiral bulbs inside.

"Good morning." Dr. Erskine shook hands with Steve solemnly. However, there was a flash light nearby. It was the military reporter who recorded the scene, but he was not very happy: "not now. Please don't rush to take pictures."

Peggy quickly tidied up her hair. She didn't know if she was still staring at Steve's back when she was photographing. If it was recorded, I would be very sorry...

the doctor looked at Steve again. The little man didn't match the cold steel room around him at all, and his face was still in a state of bewilderment.

"Are you ready?"

Steve took another look at the machine, and it bloomed like a flower next to it, revealing the inner compartment that could hold an adult man. It was obviously for him.

He nodded.

Erskine knew Steve had been waiting for the opportunity for a long time: "good. Take off your hat, shirt and tie and lie in."

Steve turned to look at Carter. Carter didn't know what to say. Although the experiment had great risks, she knew it was Steve's wish.

He was willing to gamble, and Carter believed that he could succeed. This man was the most likely person on earth to succeed.

Steve began to take off his clothes and leave his clothes and hats to the nurses on one side. No matter whether he succeeded or not, he would not be able to use the uniform.

If you succeed, the dress will be small. If you fail, what else will you wear?

Especially when he saw Howard, who was busy over there, and thought of the car at the Expo that day, he always felt that it was not so reliable...

at this time, Colonel Philip was busy receiving his guests. In the observation room above the laboratory, he invited the most important sponsors of the Legion to visit the transformation process. The Legion needs more funds, which are the gold owners.

Whether it's a personal donation or a federal grant, it's money.

"Welcome, Senator Brandt." He held a man's hand warmly, smiling."Why did I come here?" The man, who looked fifty or sixty years old, shook hands perfunctorily with him, and asked in a haughty manner.

Philip spat, but with a smile on his face, he leaned close to the senator: "we need to connect to the New York power grid. Of course, if you can give me the generator I applied for last time..."

the senator brutally interrupted him: "Colonel, many departments are applying for funds now. They are developing bombers, bigger ones We can see the warships and chariots

He beckoned a young man with glasses to come over and introduced to Philip: "this is..."

the young man took over the congressman with a gentle expression and introduced himself to the Colonel: "Fred Clemson, on behalf of the federal government, if your plan succeeds, the Federation will have greater support."

As the colonel and the young man were getting along, the councillor was also looking at the laboratory. He was looking down through the glass of the observation room at the experimental platform below, where Steve was taking off his clothes and lying down, revealing his bony body.

It's too thin and small. It's like a skeleton wrapped in skin. The senator probably knows the effect of the experiment. If it works, the TB guy will become a super muscular man.

This makes the senators unconsciously shout God's name: "My Jesus, this little man really won the grand prize."

Steve didn't know the people above were looking at him. He lay on the test bench with firm faith. Fortunately, there was thick leather under his body instead of cold metal, but nevertheless, there were goose bumps on his thin arm.

Dr. Erskine approached him and adjusted the bandage on the test bench. Steve needed to be tied up in the experiment, otherwise the huge pain in the process would make anyone unconsciously and violently struggle.

"How do you feel?"

Steve grinned, moved his shoulders and tried to put his head on the pillow. He looked at the gray ceiling and said, "OK, it's just that this bed is too big for me. Do you still have the wine last time?"

The doctor smiles and makes a comforting expression: "sorry, there is only a little left, maybe not enough for you to drink in the future."

Steve also laughed: "next time, I know where there is enough wine in New York."

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