Decomposition Master - Chapter 34
Chapter 34: Middle Age Crisis?
It’s so good to be young, even if Dr. Erskine doesn’t say it, Bakugo knows it.
But what Bakugo wanted to know is that why he suddenly say this?
Bakugo looked at Drunk Dr. Erskine, his eyes are dim, shaking, and his expression seems lost …
What’s going on? Is it middle age crisis?
Bakugo poured him a glass of water, and while guessing he said:
“What’s wrong? Are you just dumped by your boyfriend?”
Bakugo did not know what to say to Dr. Erskine.
It is not disrespectful to Dr. Erskine. In fact, he is very good and respectable elder.
It’s just a bit unremarkable, because he usually make jokes when he is okay. And if Bakugo is near, he can’t let Bakugo go without pulling his leg.
As Bakugo was worring about Dr. Erskine, Dr. Erskine suddenly asked:
“… Bakugo, do you think the Super Soldier Program should really exist?”
Dr. Erskine didn’t seem to be joking tonight. He looked at Bakugo, with his serious but drunked expression face.
Bakugo was shocked by this sudden question and instead of a reply, he asked: “Why do you ask?”
“I do not know……”
Dr. Erskine shook his head, take a deep sigh and said: “I don’t even know what I’m thinking … This question, suddenly, grew into my heart. Do you know? It’s like a nail! Suddenly it came out, and it tried to deny the worth of my work and even my whole life.”
“Super soldier serum, I tried everything to try to make it a reality. But….”
Dr. Erskine raised a finger, and further said: “Now, when almost all theories have been perfected. Only the last thing is left, a suitable person! However, I not doubted myself?”
Bakugo doesn’t find it ridiculous, he just wanted to say … There is no such plot in the movie!
But, what troubling Dr.Erskine? Of course, Bakugo can understand him questioning to himself.
What happens when the super soldier serum becomes a reality? It is a very big question for the inventer.
If doctor can live to the end of World War II, how incredible will the super soldier serum eventually become?
Just thinking of this … Bakugo inexplicably shivered.
The ensuing association was … Dr. Erskine wouldn’t worry about his brother too?
Shaking his head, Bakugo felt that cranky was his own job. But now, thinking wildly, has no meaning for Dr. Erskine.
When Bakugo was just about to say something, Dr. Erskine suddenly stood up, and said: “Actually, It doesn’t really matter…”
Dr. Erskine smiled at Bakugo with a relief that Bakugo could not understand.
“Since the world is already a hell, then there is no need to fear about the creation of one of the most powerful devil to overthrow this hell. So, I will do what I actually should do.”
After saying so, Dr. Erskine looked at Bakugo, and said:
“If it were you … how good it should be. But fortunately, we still have a choice … I hope I shaped it a hero, and not the devil. I don’t want … to let the world sink.”
After saying this, Dr. Erskine patted Bakugo’s shoulder and left his room.
Bakugo stood in the room for a while, always feeling that Dr. Erskine’s mental state did not seem to be particularly stable …
“Hearing of prenatal depression … Isn’t the birth of scientific research the same as women having children? Is the both depression states are the same?”
Scratched his head, and thinking of Dr. Erskine’s metaphor, Bakugo turned silent again.
He understood Dr. Erskine’s panic, but he is helpless.
After all, this is Dr. Erskine’s own heart.
Although as a scientist, he did what he should.
But he is also very soberly aware of what he is doing, and what will it bring to this world?
The short-term is hope, the long-term … may not evolve into despair!
At this time, the door of the room was knocked again, and Bakugo felt like he was very busy tonight. Why did everyone intend to come over and talk to him?
As a result, when he opened the door and looked at it, Bakugo almost fled into the desert …
“Agent Carter!”
“What’s wrong with you? Why you make so ugly expression?” Agent Carter looked at Bakugo’s pale face, not quite understand.
Bakugo couldn’t say ‘I was scared by you’, so he had to whisper casually: “I have a little hypoglycemia recently.”
Agent Carter glanced at Bakugo stood strong in front of the door, completely blocked, and said:
“Oh! Are you not going to invite me to sit down?”
Bakugo had no choice but to give way and let Agent Carter come in.
Although he thought about contacting Agent Carter, to ask about for follow-up information regarding Lindsey.
But when Agent Carter really came to the door, Bakugo always felt like “trouble” written on the beautiful face of the other party, whit a dangerous red light flashing a the back!
And at this moment, Bakugo suddenly felt, why his gold finger must be the decomposition machine?
Why is it not a danger alert?
When danger and trouble approach, It’s so good to run by yourself.
“Oh, Bakugo, your room is messy enough, and … why is there still alcohol? Were you drinking?” Agent Carter stared at Bakugo while asking.
Bakugo waved his hands and tried to explain that this was Dr. Erskine, who brought it here.
But before waiting for Bakugo to say this, Agent Carter said a little complainingly: “Why don’t you call me when you drink? You must call me next time!”
Hearing this, Bakugo’s mouth twitched, and he said: “It’s a mess, that, just sit casually.”
“Sit … okay.”
Agent Carter sat in the corner of the bed of Bakugo, and then looked at Bakugo.
Bakugo also looked at Agent Carter, and his eyes widened.
Agent Carter was depressed, and she asked: “Why do I always feel that you don’t welcome me every time I come to you?”
Awkwerdly smiling Bakugo quickly shook his head, and said: “You think too much! Where is very unwelcome, very very unwelcome!!
“Lindsey’s interrogation has come to fruition.” Agent Carter glanced at Bakugo and reopened.
“And the harvest is remarkable.”
“True and false?” Bakugo was surprised, and said: “So fast?”
Agent Carter’s eyes looked a bit dangerous at Bakugo, and she said:
“This is also thanks to the new interrogation method you taught Howard.”
Agent Carter’s this words made Bakugo coughed heavily, and he asked: “So?”
“So … tell you the bad news! Your telegram has been sent out. It can’t be intercepted now, and your name is probably already on Johann Schmidt’s desk.”