Multiverse: Deathstroke

Chapter 193: Ch.192 Don’t Want to Understand

In his mind\'s eye, he saw a Thanksgiving dinner scene with his family gathered around a table, the fire from the hearth casting a warm glow. The table was set with an abundance of food, and everyone was smiling.

Then, as they lifted the polished silver cover from the dish, they revealed a charred Steve Rogers...

Howard quickly shook his head, trying to dispel the disturbing thought.

He reassured himself, "I\'m the best physicist in the world. There\'s no way I could fail."

Su Ming silently moved behind him, unnoticed by Howard, whose focus as a scientist allowed him to ignore what was happening around him.

The Deathstroke simply stood behind him, both men looking up at the experiment chamber slowly opening.

However, Su Ming had already pocketed the last vial of the super soldier serum and was carrying Dr. Erskine over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Hiss

The chamber opened with a puff of white steam. It almost looked more like a steam cooker than a biochemical experiment chamber.

Howard, however, felt a wave of relief. As long as there wasn\'t any black smoke, the person inside was probably still alive.

"Mr. Stark, what\'s going on here?"

Howard didn\'t even turn around, still watching the experiment chamber. The steam blocked his view, and he anxiously awaited the outcome.

"This is because the radiation saturation generated heat, and since the environment is cold, the air condensed upon opening the chamber, creating fog."

"Oh, I see." Su Ming, standing behind him, nodded knowingly while pretending to understand. Howard was truly amusing.

As the chamber lid fully opened and the steam dissipated, it revealed a strong, muscular body—covered in rippling muscles and a glossy, oily sheen on the naked upper body.

"Wow, Mr. Stark, does your equipment come with an automatic oil application feature? Was this really just a modified oven?"

That raspy voice came again from behind, filled with surprise.

In reality, Su Ming was holding a gun to the back of Howard\'s head while raising a finger to signal silence to Colonel Phillips and Peggy Carter, who were standing not far away, their faces contorted with frustration.

Phillips and Carter were frantically signaling to Stark, making exaggerated faces and gestures to get him to look behind him.

Deathstroke had Dr. Erskine slung over his shoulder and was holding a weapon—if they spoke, he\'d kill Howard!

Howard glanced at them briefly before dismissing their antics.

Really, Colonel Phillips? At your age, still being so mischievous? Just because the experiment succeeded doesn\'t mean you should make faces at me.

And Agent Carter—where\'s your British poise? Sure, you like Steve, but no need to roll your eyes with so much excitement.

Howard found he preferred the person behind him. Eager to learn, diligent, though a bit lacking in basic knowledge—but that could be remedied. He could teach them.

"The serum transformed his body, expelling all the fat through his skin, which is why he looks so oily right now," Howard said, rubbing his mustache. "Since Steve used to be skinny, most of his fat accumulated in his buttocks. So, if you see the back of his pants wet, don\'t laugh—it\'s not because he wet himself."

"Wow, Mr. Stark, you really know a lot." Su Ming smirked, sarcastically praising him. This fool still hadn\'t realized his situation. Phillips and Carter were probably about to cramp from all their face-pulling.

"Oh? Really? Hahahaha! I\'m just that amazing, can\'t help it," Howard bragged, enjoying the flattery.

"Mr. Stark, have you ever realized you have a talent for making everything explode? Have you considered making a giant bomb?"

"Actually, yes. Maybe Stark Industries will move into the weapons industry someday," Howard said, remembering the government had recently approached him with a secret project to develop a super bomb using nuclear fission.

That was child\'s play to him. He could complete it in half a month by himself. What team did they think he needed? Did they underestimate this genius?

Howard was annoyed. The government gave him three years for the project—he\'d leave them waiting while he took a year or two to enjoy Hollywood, directing movies.

He\'d heard there were many aspiring actresses there... Heh, can\'t think about that now.

Su Ming\'s expression turned strange. Why had Howard started off answering seriously, only to suddenly shift into something creepy and perverted?

"Alright, good luck with that."

"Oh, I\'m not trying to sleep with actresses! Wait, who the hell are you?"

Howard, still with a cheeky grin on his face, turned around, babbling his denial, only to find himself face-to-face with a massive man in black and yellow armor—Deathstroke.

Erskine was slung over the man\'s shoulder like a bag of potatoes, his remaining few strands of hair waving gently in the air.

The smile on Howard\'s face froze instantly. He noticed the gun aimed at him.

He glanced at Colonel Phillips and Peggy Carter, who looked at him sympathetically. Now you understand, don\'t you?

Howard closed his eyes in frustration and shook his head at them. I don\'t want to understand.

"Mr. Stark, I just came to introduce myself today. You\'re a very ambitious, patriotic scientist. Here\'s my card. If you ever find yourself in trouble, come to me, and I\'ll make sure you\'re satisfied."

Su Ming lowered his gun, casually handing Howard a business card.

"So, who are you exactly?"

"Deathstroke, mercenary. So, I should warn you: all my services come with a fee. If you can\'t pay up afterward, you\'ll die a horrible death."

"Uh...okay."

Howard numbly took the card, watching as Deathstroke casually strolled past him.

Having taken what he came for, and enjoying the show, it was time for Su Ming to leave. There were many more matters to attend to.

Carrying Erskine, he headed for the observation room stairs, planning to retrace his steps.

"Stop! Put the doctor down!"

Su Ming turned his head. Steve had woken up. He leaped out of the experiment chamber, barefoot, and charged toward Su Ming.