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Chapter 44, invincible with my background music.

bang bang bang...

Steve punched the sandbag repeatedly.

Each punch produced a deafening sound.

Howard, who was recording data through instruments, was shocked as he looked at the data displayed on the screen.

"Nine times the physical strength, far exceeding five times that of the original serum."

Howard asked incredulously, "How did Allen do that?"

Not only that, Steve bombarded the sandbags for half an hour without showing any signs of fatigue.

Its super endurance is enough to support long-distance combat missions, completely overwhelming Dr. Erskine's super serum.

"This is terrifying, completely comparable to a demigod hero from mythology."

Carter is a secret agent who has undergone physical enhancement training and knows very well what nine times the physical strength and super endurance mean.

With the addition of martial arts training, the ability to fight is no longer simply a matter of one against nine, but rather a matter of one against a hundred or a thousand.

Currently, in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agent ranking system, if a Level 8 agent like Dumdum Dugan were to get punched, it would take him a long time to recover.

"Steve hasn't reached his limit yet. It will take at least three months to adapt to the growth cycle. At that time, I conservatively estimate that his physical strength will be fifteen times greater, and his nerve and thinking abilities will also be multiplied accordingly."

Howard was utterly shocked, but at the same time, he was relieved that Allen didn't have enough material to make more serum.

These superhumans, once the war ends and they enter society, will pose a great threat. If they go astray, the consequences are unimaginable.

Allen admitted that it was no longer possible to produce a serum similar to the Dionysus factor.

First of all, he doesn't create the super serum; he's just improving upon the existing one.

"Old Deng, your father has come to see you."

Allen, carrying an old-fashioned tape recorder, walked up to Steve and said in a profound tone, "The sandbag is inanimate, but people are alive. You need to use your brain to fight."

Steve stopped hitting the punching bag and looked at him with a questioning gaze: "You know martial arts?"

"Swoosh EZ".

Allen put down the recorder and said, "I'll choose an energetic background music track first."

Press the start button to play music.

Allen frowned slightly and decisively switched songs.

Something doesn't feel right.

"It's not what I like."

"This song is excessively heavy metal."

"I like agricultural heavy metals."

……

After switching back and forth more than ten times, none of the current music styles could meet Allen's standards.

"What the hell."

Frustrated, Allen kicked the tape recorder away, saying with disdain, "What kind of taste is this? It's not even as melodious as my diarrhea tune."

It's clear that Allen's mental state is very unstable.

Howard and Carter watched his performance in silence.

"Allen, stop fooling around, I'm afraid you'll get hurt," Steve said worriedly.

"That kid's pretty arrogant."

Allen's eyes widened, and he said coldly, "You're the first person to say you're afraid of hurting me."

"Ta-da... Kemang Beibei, I'm the man with my own background music."

Instantly, Allen got into character, his legs moving back and forth like he was dancing the tango, while his head dodged left and right so fast that his face was obscured, with only his torso remaining completely still.

"Ta-da... Sissy, make your move."

"Ta-da... Seeing my speed, are you scared yet?"

Steve understood that if he didn't play along with his antics, the other person might keep bothering him.

"Be careful."

As he spoke, Steve controlled his strength and threw a punch, worried that he might kill Allen with one blow.

An ordinary punch like that could not possibly touch Allen.

"Ta-da... You sissy with the perky butt, haven't you eaten? Are you trying to kill your enemy with your cute punches?"

"Ta-da... I bet you're here to be funny, maybe you're a disciple of Kim Jong-un?"

"Ta-da... The super serum made your muscles swell up, but your kidneys atrophied, and now your fists are so weak they're limp."

……

Allen didn't make a move, but he kept talking.

Even a clay figure has a temper, and Steve gradually increased the force of his punches.

However, he never managed to land a punch on Allen, as if he could predict the trajectory of Allen's punches in advance.

Howard and Carter, who were watching the game, were amazed by Allen's skills and couldn't help but sigh that mental illnesses are so abnormal these days.

Steve had long since abandoned his dismissive attitude and was now taking it seriously with all his might.

He punched the air with all his might, and his breathing became rapid.

On the other hand, Allen was humming some so-called background music and shaking his head, showing no signs of declining physical strength.

"Ta-da... Old Deng is giving you your first lesson: when you can't beat the enemy, you should use a gun to decide the outcome."

That makes a lot of sense.

Within ten paces, the bullets are both fast and accurate.

"Ta-da... Old Deng's eldest son is going to give you your second lesson. When things are at a stalemate, psychological attacks can be surprisingly effective. For example, you sissy, didn't you eat? Did you take too much last night? I feel like you should be in the elderly crematorium group. Remember to sit at the kids' table when you eat. No wonder your wife complains about you being no good at night..."

"Ta-da... Old Deng, this is your third lesson. If none of the above works, we'll immediately gather a group to beat you up. In the name of justice, we'll do despicable things."

Unfortunately, Steve was so focused on throwing punches that he didn't pay much attention to anything else.

The refined Howard wasn't interested in the fighting aspect; instead, he was calculating Allen's various physical attributes.

Only Carter pondered the meaning of the three sentences and suddenly felt enlightened.

In summary, it's stupid to not use a gun, to use profanity to distract your opponent during a fight, and to fight in a group rather than one-on-one.

"Allen!"

"what?"

At that moment, Wilson ran into the training room.

Upon hearing someone call his name, Allen instinctively looked up.

puff…

The next second, Steve punched Allen in the face.

Instantly, he flew straight through the air like an arrow.

Bang!

All that could be seen was Allen's entire head, which was embedded in the wall.

"Someone has died! We need to save them right away!"

Howard quickly went over to check on the situation.

If Allen were to be killed with a single punch, things would get really serious.

blah blah blah...

"I was careless for a moment and didn't dodge."

Allen pulled his head out of the wall, dusted off his hair, and showed no signs of injury whatsoever.

Once Steve regained his composure, he asked with concern, "Allen, are you alright?"

"It's okay, I've always had a mental problem, I won't try to scam you."

Allen tossed his hair and said confidently, "I feel more energetic than before."

Howard looked Allen up and down, then cautiously asked, "Allen, may I examine your body?"

Upon hearing this, Allen took a step back, clutching his chest with both hands, and said warily, "Oh ho ho... Old Huo, you really are after my beautiful body."

"Stop fooling around, the military is here to inspect the latest research and development results."

Wilson was genuinely anxious. As Allen's assistant, how could he not know how insane a psychopath could be?

"It's finally my turn to shine!"

Allen looked at Wilson triumphantly and ordered, "I'll bring over the top ten inventions."

Wilson hesitated. "Are we really going to do that?"

Are those the Ten Great Inventions?

The military may have reviewed it and decided to withdraw their investment on the spot.

"Everything is under control."

(End of this chapter)