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"Perhaps that's why you're having nightmares; it's a common reaction, even though you've outwardly recovered, your subconscious still remembers the explosion."

Putting the pen down, the psychiatrist looked at Banner in front of him and continued his questioning.

Do you remember what happened during the explosion, including things you experienced before?

Faced with the psychologist's questions, Banner frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't recall any memory of their significance.

"I'm so sorry, doctor."

Banner shook his head, a puzzled look on his face.

"I don't remember anything."

Seeing Banner's reaction, the psychiatrist didn't seem too surprised. He simply nodded and continued, "Obviously, because of the explosion, you lost some of your memories, and these fragments of memories became subconscious images that were transmitted into your dreams, causing you to have nightmares frequently."

"However, usually, this symptom doesn't last long; subconscious memories have a limited lifespan, and once a new memory replaces it, you, Mr. Bruce Banner, will be free from the state of having frequent nightmares."

"Furthermore, it's important not to focus too much on the content of these nightmares. Once you do, your subconscious will involuntarily make associations, which is why you keep having the same nightmare. Each time you think about it, it deepens the impression of that nightmare in your subconscious. So my advice to you, Mr. Bruce Banner, is not to pay attention to the content of the nightmares. Instead, focus on other things and let your attention leave all of this."

Chapter 668 Special Prescription

Watching Banner leave the consultation room, the psychologist looked at the consultation report in his hand, then picked up the phone on the table and dialed a specific number.

"It's fine."

The Hydra House is located in an underground base.

"Dr. Zola, how is she?"

Having finished speaking, Helmut turned his attention back to the current experiment.

"Everything went smoothly."

Dr. Zola's face appeared on the screen, his tone clearly conveying a sense of excitement.

"We have surgically connected Brock Rumlow's brain to the upper consciousness register."

Just as Dr. Zola was explaining, the screen in front of Helmut changed, displaying a scene of cruciate ligament surgery.

Researchers connected numerous data cables to Brock-Langmuir's cerebral cortex, then took some strange liquid and injected it into his brainstem.

Neurostimulant is a special formula developed by Dr. Zola.

This potion can be used to maximize the neural activity of the test subject, making his consciousness more emotional and facilitating subsequent consciousness transfer.

Sure enough, after the drug was applied, the brainwave frequency of the cruciate vertebrae on the screen image increased significantly, indicating his active consciousness.

"Now, enter the consciousness register."

Upon observing the amplitude of Brock Rumlow's brainwave frequency in the laboratory, Dr. Zola quickly issued an order.

As soon as he said these words, the researchers in the lab immediately began working, connecting the already massive consciousness transmission device to Brock-Rumlow's brain data cable and pressing the switch.

The next second, Brock Rumlow, who had been lying motionless in the laboratory, suddenly let out a painful cry.

Clearly, the pain of consciousness transfer was immense, even for the already paralyzed Brock-Langmuir.

After all, this is an experiment that directly affects the brain.

Amid Brockromlo's agonizing screams, the experiment on the host's consciousness continued.

"This is one of the most crucial stages in the entire experiment."

Meanwhile, on the screen in front of Helmut, Dr. Zola's expression seemed to have become even more intense.

Many participants who had previously taken part in the experiment failed to communicate during this phase.

""

And so, in the silence, the howling that came from Brock-Rumlow's laboratory gradually subsided.

"Failed?"

Upon seeing this, Helmut subconsciously frowned, concluding that this consciousness transfer experiment, like all previous ones, had ended in failure.

Drip, drip, drip.

However, the thought flashed through Helmut's mind the very next second.

In the laboratory, the heart monitor that was maintaining Brock Rumlow's vital signs emitted a sharp warning sound, while the heart rate monitor that displayed Brock Rumlow's heartbeat on the device screen emitted a low beep.

"It succeeded!"

Dr. Zola, observed on the screen, instead let out a joyful cry.

“Brock-Rumlow’s consciousness has been successfully transferred to the consciousness register we prepared.”

Hearing Dr. Zola's excited electronic voice, Helmut frowned slightly.

Meanwhile, in the laboratory, the researchers quickly began the next step of the experiment.

"The transfer of consciousness into the consciousness register does not mean the end of the entire experiment."

At the same time, Dr. Zola's voice rang out again, as he organized his thoughts before explaining.

"This simply means that we have successfully transferred Brock Rumlow's consciousness from his shattered body into a consciousness register. Our next step is to surgically connect the register to his torso and convert the consciousness register into the necessary electromagnetic signals representing Brock Rumlow's brainwaves."

After Dr. Zola's explanation, the researchers in the lab began to take serious action.

They took out the device, filled Rumlow-Brock's consciousness register, and placed it back into the torso of the previously prepared Ultron robot.

As researchers carefully placed the crossed skeletal register in the location of the robot's brain, the researchers gathered around Ultron seemed to abandon their own place.

Helmut, who was watching this scene on the screen, instinctively held his breath.

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"Now let's activate Ultron."

Inside the laboratory, accompanied by Dr. Zola's expectant yet anxious commands, the researchers issued the order to activate Ultron.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, mechanical voice echoed from Hydra's underground base.

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"Ultron III begins."

A flash of lightning caused the eyes of Ultron, the robot that had been motionless in the laboratory, to flash red.

"Dr. Zora?"

Hearing the robot's cold, mechanical voice, Helmut couldn't help but ask.

"It will be fine in a little while."

Dr. Zola reappeared on the screen, unperturbed.

... ... ...

And so, under the silent observation of everyone, an unknown amount of time passed.

The red light flashing in Ultron's eyes suddenly began to change, the mechanical eyes in its sockets moved to scan the laboratory, and the robot's initially cold, mechanical voice began to waver.

“Я?”

Upon hearing the sounds from the laboratory, Ultron asked in a questioning tone, "This isn't a typical robot."

On the screen, Dr. Zola's face beamed with a clear smile. "Success! Brock Rumlow's brainwaves in the consciousness register have been successfully converted into electromagnetic signals. From now on, Ultron will possess human-like thinking abilities, an artificial intelligence—no, it is truly human, and a perfect will, unaware of pain, fear, or death."

He looked at the laboratory, at the crossbones that had been successfully transformed into Ultron.

Helmut breathed a long sigh of relief, but quickly composed himself and turned to look at Dr. Zola, who appeared distracted on the screen.

"Congratulations, Dr. Zola, the rest is up to you."

"no problem."

As the data stream nodded, Dr. Zola's human expression quickly returned to calm.

They managed to transfer Brock Rumlow's consciousness into Ultron's body, but that wasn't the end of it.

Then, Hydra completely shoved Brock Rumlow's consciousness into the consciousness register, turning him into a life form truly under Hydra's control.

Chapter 669 Resurrection from the Dead

Exposing nodes that warp time and collecting an average of 15 time fragments.

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The Antiworld, 890 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan.

Inside the resistance base.

"truth".

Xu Fu's gaze swept quickly across the words in front of him, stopping at the time fragment of the cross bone, and a hideous sphere appeared in his mind.

Xu Fu showed no surprise at the death of Crossbones.

During his previous battle in the Thunder Force's secret prison, he always paid attention to the concept of sustainable development and deliberately restrained the power in his hands.

However, the superpowers that have been elevated to the Bronze level are clearly not something that can be fully controlled by simple Iron-level superpowers. Especially in intense battles, even a small expenditure of energy can be fatal to a Crossbones, a creature made of pure flesh and blood.

Even on the other hand, his body has been altered.