Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

"So, what should I do?"

When joining a brand new team, the best way to integrate and gain the boss's trust is to pledge allegiance.

Whether the BOSS cares about these things or not.

Natasha should do it, not only for the BOSS, but also for the rest of the team.

"What do you want to do?"

"It depends on your purpose."

"I have a big project, but I lack funding and staff." Matthew was growing to admire this woman more and more.

This woman is incredibly intelligent, especially in understanding people's hearts and making choices.

"We can prioritize dealing with Drekoff and extract the most detailed personnel structure from him. I have someone I can use; she can help us take control of the situation as quickly as possible."

Natasha immediately offered a solution.

This approach is based on the optimal solution for Matthew's ultimate goal, minimizing the losses incurred.

"Then it's up to you. You can use the resources here as you see fit."

"Is this an interview?"

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"No, this is a gift for you. Trust me, you'll thank me later."

After saying that, Matthew turned around, waved, and left.

Natasha was left behind, her delicate brows furrowed in confusion.

At this moment, Raiche, dressed in casual clothes, walked over. When Natasha looked at him, Raiche said, "Come on, let me show you the people and equipment the BOSS prepared for you."

"I think you should have a good plan."

"Yeah, I do have a plan."

..........

Natasha is gone.

While Matthew awaited the results, he also listened to the report from Milson, the team's chief scientist.

Inside the laboratory office, Matthew sat in a chair, holding a glass tube filled with a dark blue liquid. He examined it carefully, while Milson's voice came from beside him.

"Boss, the reverse engineering has been successfully completed, and the serum has been successfully manufactured."

"However, according to the sealed records found in that base, there is no known weakness that can be overcome. After injecting the serum, patients will experience severe hyperaggression and mental suppression, which is completely uncontrollable."

Is optimization highly likely?

Matthew was concerned with a different issue.

"It's unknown. We need to understand its technology, and ultimately we may need to re-edit the underlying gene fragments to repair it."

Milson said uncertainly.

After all, there are far too many uncertainties in biotechnology and genetics, or rather, all experiments are like that.

Fortunately, his boss has sufficient funds and equipment, so he thinks the chances are high, but it will take time.

Matthew didn't seem angry at all.

"What if we had a blood sample from a super soldier with a stable serum?"

Milson paused for a moment, then said excitedly, "If we had it, we could synthesize it quickly, but..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

If there was one, there was only one person he could think of: the legendary Captain America, Steve Rogers. However, obtaining a blood sample from him seemed unlikely.

After all, according to the official assessment, Captain America Steve Rogers had already sacrificed himself decades ago. Did the government still have a sealed blood sample of Captain America at that time?

"It's not Captain America, it's someone else. Continue your research; his blood sample will be sent to the lab soon."

"clear."

Milson didn't ask too many questions; he believed whatever the boss said.

Milson left, taking with him the vial of serum from Matthew's hand.

Matthew sat in his chair, deep in thought.

He wasn't referring to Captain Buttocks, but to another little-known super soldier.

His name was Isaiah Bradley, and he was a Black man.

It was created in the 50s by the U.S. military and the CIA through a copy of the formula left by Dr. Erskine, who developed Steve Rogers, and replicated the second-generation super soldier serum.

This project was designated as the Rebirth Project.

Black soldiers were used as test subjects, resulting in the deaths of countless Black people. Only one person survived: Isaiah.

Afterwards, Isaiah served in the army and made great achievements. He even met Bucky the Winter Soldier, defeated him, and tore off his metal left arm.

However, this loyal soldier ended up being imprisoned for thirty years.

He was repeatedly subjected to blood tests for those thirty years, until he escaped in the early 1980s by having a nurse fake his death. He eventually went into hiding and remained unknown to the world.

Then someone used his blood sample to re-encode the serum, ultimately creating a brand new, side-effect-free version of the Super Soldier Serum.

Once Isaiah is found, his blood sample is obtained, and the complete formula and equipment for the Hydra version are available, developing a serum with side effects will not be difficult.

When Matthew was deciding to form a research team to develop the super soldier gene serum, he had already thought of this person.

Negri's side has been in charge of searching for the other party's whereabouts.

It's not difficult to find someone. In modern times, with people, money, and resources, finding someone is very simple; it just takes a little time.

Negri is very confident about this.

Thinking of Negley, Matthew's expression turned slightly strange. Negley was quite busy right now, and they needed Negley's help here.

Will the other party complain that they are exploiting their employees?

.......

Evening, a villa on the north side of Geylert Hill in Budapest.

"Damn it, the boss is exploiting his employees."

Outside the villa, Negri, wearing a down jacket and looking displeased, got out of the car with a laptop in his hand.

He slammed the car door and walked into the villa. In the courtyard, he could see many fully armed soldiers standing guard.

She wasn't surprised, and walked into the villa's main gate.

As you walk through the front door and into the entryway, you are greeted by a spacious and brightly lit luxurious living room.

Natasha, Reicher, and Roseco, along with a dozen or so soldiers, were here, along with several others kneeling on the ground.

A slightly overweight, middle-aged Eastern European man wearing a sweater and glasses, an 8-year-old girl with a frightened expression, and several servants.

"Wow, what a beauty!"

When Nigley saw Natasha, his eyes lit up. Humans are visual creatures, and the appreciation of beauty transcends gender; beautiful people always make a good first impression.

"I told you, Negley."

"She is Natasha."

Reichel gave a brief introduction from the side.

"Nigley."

"Natasha."

Natasha greeted Nigley, who looked her over and concluded, "The boss must really like you."

"I think so too," Roseco agreed.

She was a well-known beauty in Margrave, otherwise she wouldn't have been pursued by young Kleiner, but she was still somewhat inferior to Natasha.

I've heard there are quite a few top beauties in the Red House.

Could it be Matthew?

Roseco sighed silently, thinking, "My little brother has grown up. Daniel, you must be very proud of him."

However, there seem to be too many people here.