Marvel's Psyker

Hill called up the data on the tablet in his hand and handed it to Fury.

"Because of the injection of super soldier serum, the captain's various physical functions are far superior to ordinary people. According to our physical examination results, even in that low temperature environment, his blood only thickened. But it wasn't completely frozen."

"Blood tests showed that he had a lot of glucose in his blood because his liver was processing glycogen stores, which drastically lowered the freezing temperature of the blood and ultimately created a [cryoprotectant]-like environment in the body."

"This process also occurs in nature, such as in hibernating frogs. They metabolize glycogen in the liver and circulate large amounts of glycogen in the body to reduce osmotic contraction of cells and stop freezing."

"In fact, this kind of situation was impossible for humans. But the captain, he created a miracle that surpassed humans!"

"Will miracles work? I like people who work miracles!"

Fury nodded with satisfaction, "Perhaps because of this, he is Captain America! He is the embodiment of the American spirit."

Hill looked at his director hesitantly, "Actually... there is one more thing."

"what?"

Hill bit the bullet and continued to report to Fury:

"Although the expert group in the bureau has come up with a specific implementation plan for thawing, some people still suggest that they hope to invite the Osborne Group to participate."

Fury spit out two words, "Reason."

"Their words."

"It is true that Tony Stark is very good, but Stark Group's achievements are more concentrated in the field of military machinery, which is not the most suitable foreign aid for them."

"They hope to get the help of top experts in the field of biology or medicine, such as Dr. Kurt Conners of the Osborne Group. After all, the current situation of the captain is very similar to the hibernation of animals. In the study of animal hibernation, reptiles Always typical."

"And that Dr. Connors is the top scientist in the field of reptiles!"

After Hill finished speaking, he stood aside and looked at Fury.

"Those experts in their white coats and thick glasses, don't they think I don't know this?"

Fury was a little dissatisfied, but didn't say much, and sighed.

"Who said I didn't send an invitation to the Osborne Group? I even sent someone to invite me!"

"But Norman Osborne, the chairman of the Osborne Group, rejected our invitation, and his attitude was very tough. Kurt Connors even hid in the laboratory all day long and refused to come out. The people we sent to meet I can't see any of them."

"What can I do in this situation? Is it possible that I can really tie up that Dr. Connors for this kind of thing?"

"It would be nice to have Tony Stark make do with it! How dare you dislike it? Tell them, don't pick things up! This is the director's order!"

"Okay~ I'll pass on what you said exactly."

Hill smiled wryly, "But I think they will definitely speak ill of you behind your back."

"They love to chew their tongues, so let them chew! I can't hear you! The captain's release is the top priority at this stage, just do it well!"

"Okay, then I'll go."

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Agent Hill."

After Hill walked out of the office, Nick Fury threw away the documents in his hand, stood up and walked to the window.

Looking out through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a wide lake outside the base.

At this time, the sun is just right, and the waves are rippling on the lake.

With a wide field of vision, Fury can see very far. After seeing the faint outlines of the tall buildings in the distant city, Fury fell into contemplation.

Not long ago, after decades of long and persistent searching, their people finally found the wreckage of the World War II plane in the icy ocean in the extreme northern part of the Atlantic Ocean, and found the wreckage in the frozen state. Captain America: Steve Rogers.

As a spiritual symbol of an era in the United States, Captain America in a frozen state was secretly transported back to China and decided to unblock it.

This should have been a great thing, but for some reason, Fury always felt a sense of depression that was about to come. This feeling was pressing on his heart, making his breathing difficult and unable to dissipate for a long time.

"I hope, it's just that I think too much..."

Fury sighed, turned and walked out of the office with his hands behind his back.

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"Waylon Jones!"

In a kind of unconscious stupor, Waylon heard someone calling his name.

He tried hard to open his eyes, and found that he was restrained on an instrument, unable to move his hands and feet.

Waylon turned his gaze to look around, and found that he was in a very wide room.However, due to the lack of light, the farther part of the room looked very dark.

There are densely packed instruments all around, some of which are facing Waylon, exuding a man-eating light.

"Waylon Jones!"

The voice calling his name sounded again, Waylon looked towards the voice, and saw a familiar figure.

"Mr. White!?"

The gentleman in front of him is Connors' deputy, White!

Waylon was surprised when he saw the familiar figure in front of him.

"Mr. White, what are you doing?"

Waylon tried to struggle, but his hands and feet were locked tightly. No matter how hard Waylon tried, the restraint belts did not loosen at all.

"Don't waste your energy!"

White looked down at a tablet in his hand and walked up to Waylon.

"Boy, how do you feel now?"

Sensing the unkindness in the tone of the person in front of him, Waylon removed the honorifics and looked at White coldly. .

"what do you mean?"

"It's nothing interesting, I just want to give you a physical examination."

Hearing White's words, Waylon's face instantly became ugly.

His family knows his own affairs, but he knows that his body is different from normal people!

What do they know?

Waylon had a bad premonition in his heart.

Watching the expression change on Waylon's face, White unhurriedly took out a small bottle from his arms.

"Mr. Waylon, don't you mind if I ask, what is this?"

Seeing his own medicine bottle, Waylon's eyes froze!

damn it!hell!

Waylon lowered his head and didn't speak, but his face was so gloomy that water could drip.

Seeing that he didn't answer, White was not annoyed, so he sneered and waved behind him.

A researcher dragging a tray came forward. White put down the tablet, took out a tube of medicine from the tray, put it into a syringe, and thrust the needle of the syringe into Waylon's body with his backhand.

Pressing the injection button, the medicine was injected into Waylon's body under the terrified eyes.