Old Wang’s Super Soldier Program

The Sling Ring was a magic artifact with a permanent Teleportation spell on it. All one had to do was focus on the destination, picture it in their mind, and draw a circle to open a portal.

Besides opening portals, it could also assist with spellcasting. It was essential equipment for Kamar-Taj mages, with one for everyone.

Without it, those guys who "put all their points into Constitution, some into Spirit, and none into Intelligence" would not even be able to cast the most basic Teleportation spell—except for the Sorcerer Supreme.

Of course, for Old Wang, that effect could be completely ignored.

It could be activated by any form of energy. Vishanti power worked, energy from the Dark Dimension worked, and Azeroth Blood naturally worked as well. The consumption was so low that it was practically negligible.

Old Wang quickly mastered the method, then opened a portal back to San Juan under the Ancient One’s watchful gaze.

This thing really was useful. The Azeroth Blood it consumed was less than a tenth of what it took to exchange for the "Teleportation" spell, and its accuracy far surpassed the cross-universe version. A magic artifact was a magic artifact after all—effective and affordable.

He had obtained twelve of them in total. He only needed one, and the rest could be used to train others.

For example…

The Scarlet Witch?

Sensing Old Wang’s return, Daredevil, who had been busy digging holes to bury corpses, hurried over, followed by Stick and Black Sky.

A phantom flashed past. Skye used the recoil from her shockwaves to travel, moving even faster than Daredevil as she rushed to Old Wang first and began running her hands all over him.

Only after confirming that Old Wang was unharmed did she let out a breath and finally relax.

"Kaecilius didn’t come," Daredevil finally said after Skye had finished checking him over.

"As expected." Old Wang smiled.

If nothing unexpected happened, the Ancient One had been watching this place all along, waiting for Kaecilius to walk into her trap.

Kaecilius was not that stupid. Otherwise, he would not have become a movie villain who only lasted two hours.

"Uh, the brain mapping has barely begun."

Fitz wandered over, completely out of sorts. He gestured as he explained, "Brain mapping is actually related to a person’s willpower. The stronger their resistance, the harder they are to map. The Winter Soldier is fairly normal, but Whitehall is strange. It’s going much faster than expected—we can finish in half a day at most. Are Hydra agents really that weak-willed? They somehow seem worse than Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."

After being tortured that badly, his mind had long since been weakened beyond measure… Old Wang asked, "What about Madame Gao and the others?"

Compared with the Winter Soldier and Whitehall, Old Wang cared more about the Hand’s Five Fingers. They were connected to K’un-Lun.

"Their corpses are very fresh. Simmons said there is almost no damage, which is strange. It’s a good thing, though. It means we can perform brain mapping directly on the corpses. But because their cells aren’t active enough, there may be some missing information or certain irreversible damage."

Fitz said, "Simmons has made some progress in her research. She says she can revive the Five Fingers and suggested waiting before mapping them… I don’t really understand this area. You’ll have to ask her yourself."

After saying that, he shuffled back, muttering to himself as he walked, immersed in his own world.

Old Wang nodded. "Let’s go take a look."

The Biochemistry Laboratory was in another factory building. The new building had not been completed yet, so they could only make do with this place for now.

Girls cared more about cleanliness. The large amount of equipment was arranged in neat order, while the Five Fingers’ corpses were frozen nearby. Simmons seemed to be analyzing and testing some tissue extracts.

"Boss."

Seeing Old Wang arrive, Simmons’ face lit up with excitement. "The Immortal Dragon’s bones are incredible! There are so many components inside that I’ve never seen before. As long as I figure out their structures and effects, I can win Nobel Prizes—two at once!"

"There are many discoveries and inventions in this world that could win Nobel Prizes. It’s just that no one knows about them."

Old Wang smiled and asked, "What have you discovered?"

"The active components in Dragon Bone can keep corpses fresh, automatically heal damaged tissues and organs, and even revive the dead! But there is a drawback. Revived organisms will suffer a certain degree of memory loss."

Simmons was extremely excited, an unnatural flush on her face. "But it’s not a problem. It isn’t organic amnesia, but functional amnesia. It’s mainly related to the mental experience of being near death. It’s psychological trauma, and it can gradually recover."

"How long has it been since you slept? This won’t do. Your body is the foundation of research—you need to get enough sleep."

Old Wang sent a strand of True Qi through the air to help regulate her body, then nodded. "You’ve figured out a method for resurrection?"

"If we’re reviving ordinary people, it might still be difficult, and there’s a chance of failure. But if it’s just reviving those five, there won’t be any problem!"

Simmons looked more alert, brimming with confidence. "They already have residual active Dragon Bone components in their bodies, and their physiques differ from ordinary people’s, so reviving them will be easy. Besides, if I’m not mistaken, they won’t suffer any memory loss after resurrection."

"Very good." Old Wang gave her a thumbs-up in praise.

Simmons’ little face reddened. Receiving her boss’s approval made her very happy, filling her with energy.

"But it won’t be that soon. I need some equipment, and I need some materials as well."

As Simmons typed notes on the keyboard, she said, "Using Dragon Bone directly would be too wasteful. I plan to combine it with other medicines. I remember you said the Hand has a coffin? They just put people inside, then fill it with bone powder mixed with blood and soak them in it?"

"That’s right. Children’s blood—bloody and cruel." Old Wang nodded.

"That’s far too extravagant. Far too wasteful!"

Simmons was somewhat angry. After criticizing them for a few moments, she continued, "I plan to turn it into a serum. One injection will be enough, and it will use only one-tenth as much Dragon Bone as the Hand does. Hmm, I’ll need to study the proportions first. It will probably take a week."

"Excellent!"

Old Wang praised her again. He felt that Simmons was more reliable and steadier than Fitz.

That pair was really interesting. The man always seemed lacking in confidence, introverted and aloof, while the woman was more composed, outgoing, and cheerful. He wondered who would be more proactive in bed.

"But Dragon Bone isn’t the only thing you’ll be researching."

Old Wang looked in another direction, where another frozen man should have been. "The Winter Soldier is a product of the Super Soldier Program. If you study him, can you recreate the Super Soldier Serum?"

"Uh… well, I’m not confident."

Simmons spread her hands. "That’s too difficult. I don’t think I can do it! Dr. Erskine was the greatest genius of his era. His serum was a hundred years ahead of its time. Not even Howard Stark could recreate it, nor could S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Once the Dragon Bone serum is complete, begin this research."

Old Wang smiled. "Tell me whenever you run into problems. I’ll find you some help."

Help?

Simmons froze for a moment. "Mr. Tony Stark?"

"He counts as one, but there’s someone better." Another face surfaced in Old Wang’s mind—a green face.

"Alright."

Simmons had actually already formed her own ideas. "In that case, I plan to incorporate Dragon Bone into the Super Soldier Program. If it really succeeds, the new serum should be even better than Dr. Erskine’s."

At the thought of this, Simmons’ heart pounded.

Maybe she really could surpass Dr. Erskine. It was simply unbelievable—so cooooool!

"Good luck."

Old Wang offered his sincere blessing. He was very much looking forward to this project.

Earthlings’ physical abilities were far inferior to those of famous extraterrestrials like the Kree and Skrulls.

Not to mention Asgardians represented by Odin and Thor.

Captain America weighed much more than he looked because his muscles and bones had been enhanced and become denser. His physical abilities had therefore improved across the board. Whether speed, strength, or endurance, he far surpassed ordinary people.

Asgardians had even greater body density than Captain America. Even an ordinary stonemason could come to Earth and crush S.H.I.E.L.D.’s elite agents, and their skin could even stop small-caliber handgun bullets.

If the Super Soldier Serum could be used to create a force whose physical abilities rivaled those of Asgardians and who could be revived even after death, they might truly be able to turn defense into offense and move the battlefield beyond Earth.

Just as he was thinking about it, the phone rang again. On the screen was that eternally bouncing Egghead.