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The big boss's secret base.

A puppet carried a silver-white suitcase and came to the survival room of the secret base.

The big boss squatted on the ground, quietly guarding his body. When he saw the puppet taking out a bottle of orange liquid from the box, his heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.

This is the resurrection potion.

The orange potion exudes an intoxicating... drunken light under the light.

It is hope, ambition, and the biggest capital for the big boss’ revenge!

The puppet put the medicine into the inspection equipment, and the corresponding ingredient data was displayed on the side. The big boss carefully looked at every piece of data.In fact, the safest approach is to wait for the results of three to five rounds of clinical trials.

But this body can no longer wait for so long. It may die completely next week, tomorrow, or even the next second.

The big boss nodded.

let's start.

The broken body slowly rotated under the control of the instrument, revealing its thin back.

A ten-centimetre-long needle popped out from the front end of the robotic arm. The needle was aimed at the spine, and it was inserted bit by bit. The resurrection potion was injected into the body that was on the verge of collapse.

thump-thump-

The big boss heard it.

This is the heartbeat, his heartbeat!

Consciousness is like a ball of wool that was picked up at one end, pulled away from the Husky's brain, and fell into the body. This process was very slow at first, and as the "ball of wool" in the body grew larger, the speed also accelerated.

Granulation sprouted from the wound on the forehead, and the bones grew rapidly. In less than a minute, the wound completely disappeared.

The big boss's closed eyelids were trembling, as if they were stuck with glue and couldn't be opened, until a certain moment——

call!

The wool at the other end was pulled to the end, floating in the air, and fell into the huge head.

He opened his eyes suddenly!

The spiritual energy suddenly erupted, like an overwhelming wave, flooding half of New York in an instant.

Within this range, everyone who has ever been injected with "Blue Ocean" has felt a call from the bottom of their hearts!

Because he was unable to eat for a long time, he could only rely on glucose injections to survive. The big boss's limbs were skinny, and with his huge head, he looked like an ET in a science fiction movie.

But the resurrection potion not only woke him up, but also continued to repair the hidden wounds in his body, and his muscles were growing and expanding...

The big boss took a deep breath and stepped off the life support cabin. When the puppet put clothes on him, he had fully recovered.

The body is stronger than ever before, comparable to Captain America's muscular outline;

The brain is running at full speed. The restricted thoughts that were originally bound to the wild dog's body are no longer affected. This change is like a sudden leap from the telegraph communication era to the 5G era.

"Speaking of dogs..."

The big boss pulled out the gun from the puppet's waist, and recalled that during this period, he chewed on the sofa, gnawed on shoes, raised his legs to pee, and even had a dog in his mind that kept persuading him to "shit, big boss!"...

The muzzle of the gun was pointed steadily at the damn husky, and the safety was pushed open with his thumb.

The stupid dog didn't notice the danger yet. He came over, sniffed it with his nose, then opened his mouth and bit the muzzle of the gun. His tongue drooped from one side, and while biting, he smiled stupidly at the big boss.

The big boss stared at it, and it looked at the big boss.

One person and one dog stared at each other for a long time.

"never mind."

The big boss threw the gun covered in saliva to the puppet and walked out of the life support room.

"Prepare a plane and tell that Russian idiot to start taking action."

"Yes."

S.H.I.E.L.D., Trident Headquarters, fourth underground floor.

"It's lunch time!"

A S.H.I.E.L.D. logistician walked in with food, and Ivan Vanke was applying engine oil to a nearly three-meter-tall steel armor and doing the final debugging work.

He glanced back, threw down the wrench in his hand, pulled off the steel armor helmet, and placed it on the ground to use as a table.

"Please eat at the designated location."

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