The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

The dark sci-fi large-caliber artillery was pointed at Klein, and the cannonballs as thick as an arm were loaded.

Amidst the harsh sound, smoke suddenly rose.

The acrid smoke has not dissipated, and the artillery has hit the target.

Klein seemed to have been pushed hard by someone, and he stumbled backwards, feeling a little tight in his chest.

However, this is enough to penetrate the thick concrete wall of the artillery fire, but nothing more.

"It shouldn't be. Mr. Klein's life-detection equipment seems to have not received any damage, and all indicators are normal."

Norman smiled and said: "Don't worry, conventional weapons can be tested..."

"it is good!"

.......

As the hours passed, Klein was continuously beaten, continuously fired by machine guns, bombed by individual missiles, and even tested on toxins and sleeping potions.

The only thing worth mentioning is that the neurotoxin really made Klein sick for a while.

"Test completed! The air-tight device needs to be improved, and there are loopholes in the circulation system."

The researcher looked at Klein who had inhaled the nerve gas and found that there was nothing wrong with him.

I was also a little curious.

But the two of them thought of Norman's recently researched strengthening potion, and coupled with the relationship between Klein and Norman, they roughly guessed that Klein must be an "enhanced person."

They have been friends with Norman for many years and will not bother themselves to delve into these issues.

After the test, the two researchers went to collect statistics and improve the equipment.

Norman was called into the research room by Klein, and the two began to discuss the "Church Knights" plan.

Norman opened the cabinet and took out four tubes of liquid medicine: "This is a new type of human body strengthening liquid, which is a castrated version of compound No. [-]."

"What kind of state can people achieve after injection?" Klein asked.

"It's not an injection. Just use a suitable atomizer and inhale it directly in a sealed space." Norman shook his head.

"Well, are there any side effects?"

Norman pondered for a while: "There is one. It may cause very slight damage to the brain when inhaled. However, compared to the effect of this medicine, the damage can be ignored."

Handing over a data sheet, Norman said: "After the injection of the drug, the endurance and explosive power are greatly improved. The initial vertical jump can reach 4 meters. At full strength, it can lift a car. 5--7 He can run [-] meters in seconds.

After time passes and fuses, the physical quality of the injector will slowly improve, with an unknown upper limit.But I presume the upper limit is also very limited. "

"This is a very good medicinal solution. Have you chosen a name yet?"

"You are the boss, you choose the name. After all, you have objections to my unauthorized naming of the complete medicinal solution as 'Compound No. [-]'..."

Norman said half-jokingly.

Klein smiled and said: "The name Compound No. [-] is indeed very tacky..."

"Let's just call him the Knight of the Holy Tree."

Norman naturally knew what Klein was going to use this liquid for, and he couldn't help but find it funny when he thought of the way that group of cultists accepted the "blessing."

"Okay, let's call him the Knight of the Holy Tree!"

"I'm very satisfied with the armor. The only thing is that it takes too long to put on. We'll discuss improvements later. I'll wear it first and go out for actual combat."

"Okay! But you have to remember that the flying jet device is directly transplanted from the parts of the Mark armor. It requires a lot of ability support to continue flying."

Klein stroked one side of his suit and asked without looking back, "Have you finished the energy insertion port I asked you to reserve?"

"Keep it on the inside of your chest. Do you want us to develop the same energy battery as Tony Stark?"

Norman shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I only have a basic foundation in mechanics. If you want me to build a nuclear reactor, or a miniature one, that won't work. I don't have the ability."

"If there is a finished product, can you make it?"

"You have to see it to know..."

Klein nodded, and after discussing the company's affairs for a while, he pretended to let Curtis and the others drag away the suit in the box, but actually secretly put the suit into the space backpack.Then he left directly.

......

On the way home, Klein looked through the props in his backpack.

"It's a pity that all the micro nuclear reactors were exchanged for runes."

"But it doesn't matter, as long as Tony lives, everything will be easy!"

Klein returned home, and before he had time to cause trouble around the Stark Group, his cell phone rang.

Curtis on the other end of the phone was very anxious: "Steve came to the church. He was wandering around and seemed to have discovered our underground base."

"..."

Klein was silent for a few seconds, and then he said: "You are like this..."

...........

Steve looked at the many key members of the Freemasons and had a bad feeling in his heart.

These guys are all retired elite warriors, and they are all very skilled.

At this moment, they were all standing in front of a desk, their expressions becoming more serious.

Many people even put their hands behind their backs, obviously preparing to draw weapons.

"Everyone, what is this for?" Klein's voice came from behind.

The appearance of this 15-year-old boy was a bit sudden at this moment. Klein and Curtis entered the office together.

"There is no exchange meeting today. Captain, why are you coming to the Freemasonry?" Curtis asked.

"I originally came to see you for something, but I looked around and didn't see you."

Steve said with a smile.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"Recently, there is a project within SHIELD, which is a subsidy for veterans. Everyone needs to sign the application. Here are the documents, and the agreement is also in it. Take a look."

"it is good!"

"Then you guys are busy. After you finish signing, you will meet me for the next exchange."

"Uh-huh."

Steve slowly walked out of the house, and when he stood at the gate of the Freemasonry, he was still wondering why these guys didn't do anything just now.

"What are they afraid of?" Steve was suspicious.

I wanted to sneak into the Freemasonry to find some clues, but I didn't expect that the Freemasonry seemed to be unmanaged.

The moment he stepped in, he was spotted.

And the next second, a guy pretending to be a cleaner followed him.

Starting the car, Steve was about to leave.

"Mr. Steve! Can you give me a lift?" Klein walked out quickly, holding a file in his hand.

"Okay! I'll see you off."

.......

Inside a speeding car.

Klein chattered and asked: "Captain, I see that information about you has been exposed on the Internet. Some people say that you died during the Second World War, and now you are a stand-in, created to make money for the military. Idol."

"People on the Internet are quite irresponsible in what they say. I also read a comment saying that I like to drive tanks, especially old tanks, and someone even posted a picture..."

Steve is not very enthusiastic, but he has a gentle personality and no airs.

"As far as I know, during World War II, the military and entertainment packaging companies used your identity to perform singing and dancing performances everywhere, but no one paid you any dividends."

"Dividends? The performance is for the Federation, I don't ask for anything in return."

Klein waved his hand and said: "No, no, no! According to the information from our Wayne Group, you deserve 700 million US dollars, and it was during World War II."

"So much..."

Steve was a little distracted, thinking about church.

Although Fury told him not to act without authorization, he still felt that this center full of elite veterans hid a huge and terrifying conspiracy.

"I now have an idea to recruit these superheroes to work in my company and participate in some peripheral activities, such as selling your game peripherals, movies... I will make at least several billion every year."

Captain America raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by the number.

"It's an exaggerated number..."

"Captain Steve, can you take your shield back after throwing it away?"

"Take it back? No, but you can control the angle and strength to make it rebound or spin back."

"Hey... Ohhe Sword Dance can control these items and make them fly back..."

"Oh...what?"

Captain America tilted his head to talk to Klein.

In the corner of his sight, on the road, there stood a strange man wearing a weird "Goblin Green Goblin" costume.

He threw a pumpkin ball with flashing yellow and green lights.

Steve's pupils dilated, and the next second he ripped off the seat belt around his waist, grabbed the co-pilot Klein, and instantly burst out with astonishing force.

Knock open the passenger door and take off the shield on your side to cushion it on the outside.

"Zizzizizi!!"

Mars goes straight.