Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

As Lancelot spoke, he took out a vial of the panacea provided by the Crimson Angels from his waist and gently inserted it into Zola's neck.

Dr. Zola's breathing became rapid. He felt a warm current rush into his body, which almost instantly dispelled the accumulated pain and pressure in his body.

"Huff... huff..."

Zola, strapped to a chair, kept taking deep breaths!

Unlike his comic book counterpart, the movie version of Zola has very poor physical abilities.

It could be said that he was actually suffering from multiple diseases, just like Captain America before he underwent genetic modification.

After receiving the injection, he felt as if all his ailments had vanished. Even though he was still strapped to the chair, he had never felt so healthy.

"What...what is this?! What exactly did you inject me with?!"

Dr. Zola couldn't help but stare at the vial of potion in Lancelot's hand, while Lancelot glanced at the potion in his own hand in response.

"A panacea".

"A panacea?! This is absurd, how is this possible... Wait, my eyes, my nearsightedness has actually recovered? This, how is this possible?!"

Dr. Zola removed his glasses in alarm and, feeling his body which now seemed almost reborn, was truly bewildered.

Lancelot was pleased with his reaction.

joke.

The vial of panacea in Lancelot's hand was actually a small item he smuggled out of the Reverse World. It was a replica made by the Crimson Angels, whose main members were pharmacists, based on the panacea STC template from humanity's dark ages.

In the Dark Ages of technology, humanity possessed the complete STC, and the panacea truly existed, capable of curing almost all diseases. Through the research and replication of the Crimson Angels, this substance could be applied to Astartes, ordinary humans, and even military dogs, albeit at different dosages.

Now, Lancelot gave him a little bit of the panacea, which easily solved all of Zola's old ailments caused by his childhood experiences and scientific research.

This biotechnology completely overturned Zola's understanding! He himself is the best genetic programmer in human history, but there are also many difficulties that current technology cannot overcome!

Zola had his genetics checked and discovered that cancer would accompany him for the rest of his life. He had tried everything he could to temporarily suppress it, but all his efforts over the years had not been as effective as the injection that was just being administered.

However, this is understandable.

The prototype of this potion comes from the peak technological era of 40 humans, when human civilization had already spanned the entire galaxy.

At that time, as a super civilization capable of manipulating time and space at will, producing such a panacea was merely a public welfare project, not a strategic need!

"So, do you believe me now, Dr. Zola?"

Lancelot looked at Zola in front of him. The influence of psychic power, coupled with the continuous technological impact, had completely disrupted Zola's rationality.

"But if you come from the future, then there are time paradoxes... cause and effect..."

"These are all part of Hydra's technical considerations, which is why I didn't kill Schmidt. Schmidt isn't important; the key is you, Dr. Zola."

Lancelot looked at Dr. Zola in front of him and said earnestly, "If you cannot be used by the future Hydra Empire, then I will have no choice but to erase the memory of our meeting now and take back the panacea injected into your body."

"So, think about it, Dr. Zola!"

"Actually, the Empire's ideology is that humanity needs centralized power, not free will!" But regarding your statement... considering your wisdom, we can make an exception!

As Lancelot spoke, he untied the ropes binding Zola, but it was as if he had put a collar on his soul. He added a statement about the doctrine that Dr. Zola believed in at the end of his sentence, and upon hearing this, Zola's heart rate soared instantly!

"don't want!"

He had finally regained a healthy body and was no longer tormented by illness! How could he possibly give up now! Moreover, after hearing about the Empire's ideals, he completely trusted Lancelot in front of him.

"Oh, Dr. Zola, what is your answer?"

"Schmidt is a cruel and ruthless man; I've disliked him for a long time!" Zola said, his face flushed. "But I am absolutely loyal to Hydra! Loyal to the ideals of the Empire!"

"Then, there's only one answer!"

As Zola said this, he stood up angrily, grabbed the cane that Schmidt had given him, and then tore it off!

"I will pledge my allegiance to the future empire!"

Upon hearing this, Lancelot lowered his head slightly and used his psionic energy to forcefully suppress the corners of his mouth that he couldn't help but curl up.

Weasel, you're in luck!

Look, I've poached another research talent for you from another universe!

The mark of loyalty had been thoroughly planted in Dr. Zola's soul before him, the process unusually easy, and it seemed he truly possessed the potential to become Alpha Reis...

Meanwhile, completely unaware of the situation, Zola was jumping around in the air-raid shelter. He seemed to feel an itch in his limbs, an itch of growth. Dr. Zola actually suffered from congenital dwarfism, but the panacea seemed to be able to treat even dwarfism that had become fixed after adulthood.

This is amazing! It's the technology of the future!

Dr. Zola almost screamed inside!

His physical growth meant he would never again have to endure the contemptuous looks from others! At this moment, Zola was truly sworn to serve Hydra and the future empire to the death!

"My lord! What should we do now? Should I follow you back to the future?"

"Now is not the time, Dr. Zola. Your spacetime curve is not yet ready for a complete escape. Next, I need you to return to Hydra."

Lancelot continued to refine the plan: "You can continue to feign obedience to Schmidt, secretly cultivate a team, and then wait for the right opportunity to be captured by Captain America."

"Don't worry, and don't resist. The Allies won't kill you. They need your technology too. They'll put you into a completely new organization, and that organization will be the breeding ground for Hydra's future resurgence!"

Lancelot said this, and this was the future famous Project Boomerang. The United States gathered scientists who should have been convicted of war crimes but survived because of their intellect, thus forming the precursor to S.H.I.E.L.D.

In that sense, does that mean I'm also the head of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Although the planning is a bit early, it doesn't matter. The Marvel Cinematic Universe will definitely come here often in the future!

Upon hearing Lancelot's words, Dr. Zola naturally trusted him completely. Since the other party came from the future, he was naturally very clear about the future's direction.

"An empire isn't built overnight, Dr. Zola. By telling you the truth, I'm laying the groundwork for your future, a foundation that will become an asset to the empire ten thousand years from now!"

"yes!"

Now, Zola, whose soul is completely imprinted with loyalty, feels only honored to be able to participate in such a grand plan for the future empire. It is truly Zola's happiness!

"Rest assured, Dr. Zola, lifespan is not an insurmountable issue for the Empire. As long as you serve the Empire loyally, I will petition the Emperor to transform you into someone like me, becoming an Imperial cultivator with virtually unlimited lifespan!"

Lancelot said this.

However, this is not a pipe dream. With the Astartes operating table, Space Marines can be created as long as there are gene seeds.

While not expecting Zola to fight on the battlefield, it could at least extend his lifespan. However, given Dr. Zola's personality and research capabilities, he might prefer to mechanically modify himself, turning him into something similar to the Mechanicus.

"Yes, sir! For the Emperor! For Hydra!"