CIATB Chapter 434 Research on Living Zombie Virus
Chapter 434 Research on Living Zombie Virus
Chapter 434 Research on Living Zombie Virus
After the Iron Man suit's point defense system and heat decoys neutralized the first wave of attacks, Captain America's first words over the comms were—
"Don't fire! I'm repeating it, don't fire!"
With the Amozzo Core as a reference, Stark's Iron Man suit evolved to a level that is unimaginable to normal people in a very short time.
Compared to the latter, these F-22 fighter jets are like laser swords cutting down cavemen – the difference is stark.
For humans, who are made of flesh and blood, flying at high altitudes is always an extremely dangerous activity.
These advanced fighter jets, which cost tens of millions of dollars to develop and manufacture, may have weapons powerful enough to damage steel armor, but their fuselages are still incredibly fragile ordinary iron.
This is a completely glass cannon. Captain America just glanced at the weapon wheel on his Iron Man suit, and any one of the weapons he pulled out would be enough to instantly obliterate the pilot inside the fighter jet.
"This is Captain America," Captain America said, opening the external communication: "Whatever orders you received, something must have gone wrong somewhere."
"Whoosh~ You have entered the restricted area without authorization, and you are carrying weapons of mass destruction."
After a burst of static, the Air Force radio returned: "Final warning—back off, Captain."
"No, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you all to leave now."
After replying to the external communications, Captain America switched to the internal communication channel—"I'm making the following deployment—"
The pilots on the other end of the flight squadron had their hands on the triggers again: "We don't receive orders from you, Captain."
The military is not a place for reputation. Even if the enemy is Captain America, they will not be allowed to turn back. As long as the command gives the order, they are ready to obey and open fire to shoot down the threat.
But when they locked on and were about to open fire again, they discovered that the unidentified flying objects locked on by the aircraft's radar had completely disappeared.
"Wingman—" The pilot was preparing to reorganize the search for the enemy when he heard a muffled thud coming from behind his own aircraft.
Captain America's voice came again: "I'm not ordering you around, kid."
Even though it was over the radio, the pilot could feel that the other party's voice was very close this time.
He looked up—a steel humanoid figure in the colors of the American flag was perched on the upper side of his cockpit!
As a battle-hardened elite pilot, he instinctively prepared to maneuver the stick to make a few tactical moves to shake off the enemy, but it was already too late.
"Take a deep breath!"
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As soon as Captain America finished speaking, clad in his Iron Man suit, he punched open the canopy of the F-22, the powerful air pressure instantly immobilizing the pilot inside.
Captain America grasped the dog tag hanging around the man's neck and tucked it inside his collar to prevent it from rubbing against the airflow and causing injury. He also glanced at the man's name: "Pete Mitchell—have a pleasant journey, kid!"
"What—" Before the pilot could finish speaking, Captain America had already positioned him in a safe position and pressed the emergency ejection button.
Bang! In an instant, several umbrellas bloomed in different areas of the sky, near and far.
Having also come from a military background, Captain America, who started as a private, knew that the Air Force sergeants sitting in the fighter jets firing their weapons were just being used as pawns.
Training a qualified pilot is no easy task; we can't let them lose their lives in such a situation.
After dealing with the enemy formation, the team regrouped. Captain America showed no joy at their victory, only a grave expression: "Hurry up and get to Washington."
To what extent has Hydra infiltrated the military and political system?
Things are increasingly heading in the wrong direction, where the use of ultimate violence is unavoidable.
Things did not turn out as expected.
After borrowing Leopardton's Soul Sword in the same manner, Reed examined the cell sample collected from Superman's blood and muttered to himself, "Things aren't that simple."
Kryptonians' physiological functions are completely different from those of Earthlings, not to mention that Superman is not even a Kryptonian in the normal sense.
They even said they were looking for zombie virus antibodies, but they couldn't even find a tiny trace of the virus in Superman's body!
"Do you even need to tell me?"
Tony squinted at the image under the microscope, feeling immense pressure: "Even though his name is Superman..."
But he wasn't actually human at all.
The relationship between Superman and humans is like the relationship between olives and rugby balls—basically, there's nothing between them.
Moreover, Superman, as a special individual, might still be different from the entire Kryptonian population. If Superman were placed on Krypton, Kryptonian biologists would probably have to create a separate discipline, class, and program for him.
Tony couldn't help but maliciously speculate that if Joey were to meet a Kryptonian girl in the future, they might not even need to take any safety precautions when connecting with each other.
When people are nervous, their thoughts tend to wander endlessly. Tony shook his head and quickly pulled the topic of reproductive isolation between Superman and Kryptonians out of his thoughts.
What was he thinking about just now?
Yes, how did Superman recover from the zombie virus without being affected?
"Why are you looking at me? How would I know?"
Joey, who was a research subject and participated in the entire virus cure research team, shrugged and said, "I woke up like this after a nap."
Joey himself doesn't know if he can still be considered a Kryptonian in terms of physiology. Even Batman, who knows Superman best, may not be able to fully understand his physical condition.
Just as the group was at their wits' end, Dr. Banner, shirtless and wearing only his underwear, with dark circles under his eyes, rode up in the elevator downstairs: "Did I miss something?"
Hulk and Thing had a great time slapping each other, but Dr. Banner was really having a terrible time. He felt like he hadn't had the most tiring day of his life.
But this wasn't the end. After the Hulk form had "worked hard on his body," the Banner form had to "work hard on his mind."
"You've come at the perfect time."
When Reed saw that another helper had arrived, a bold idea immediately formed in his mind: "I'll leave the analysis of superhuman cells to you."
Dr. Banner, looking haggard, yawned but still agreed to the task: "So, what do you want?"
"Iron Man and I are going to start a new research project."
Reed believed that research into superhuman cells was likely a dead end, so he decided to focus his efforts on a more promising path: "We'll study an individual that has already been deeply infected."
"Hmm... Hmm?!?!"
Tony, who had been casually nodding in agreement with Reed while deep in thought, stopped when he finally understood what the other was saying—
"Are you insane, Reed?"
This is a zombie virus, how dangerous! Isn't it too risky to study living organisms directly?
"We have to find another way."
Wearing a white lab coat, Reed turned and asked, "What if, in the end, Superman's cells don't give us what we want? Will you regret not doing anything now?"
Reed's question immediately convinced Tony: "Okay, but we need to be careful."
This is Reed Richards' advantage over the other intelligent people present: when he wants to solve a difficult problem, he can often eliminate distractions to the greatest extent possible.
Tony activated more Iron Man suits, arming himself and Mr. Fantastic from heels to the back of their heads, layer upon layer.
"Finding a living zombie about to transform? How did you even think of that?!"
Before leaving, Tony, who was supposed to be able to defend himself, complained to Reed, "However, I still have to say that if we followed a typical zombie movie plot, what we did would definitely not end well!"
Meanwhile, while the experts were debating, Joey, who had also taken the time to think, suddenly had a theoretically very safe idea: "~I said, could we—————"