Peggy Carter woke up slowly and sat up from the platform. Her eyes were blank and her expression was a little dull. She felt that in addition to being uncomfortable because she had been lying on the cement platform for too long, she could also clearly notice that her body was different from before. You should know that she was not sitting up just now. This was a dangerous move at the age of ninety. Not to mention that she could not do it at all, even if she did it, it would probably be because she got up too fast, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the brain and darkness in front of her eyes.

Did it work? Peggy Carter suddenly raised his hand and touched it on his face, but he still felt loose when he got it. She put her hand in front of her and looked at it, and it was still covered with wrinkles and age spots.

Could it be that it failed? Peggy Carter was even more confused. If he succeeded, why was his appearance still old? But if he failed, why could he feel the restlessness in his body, his waist was not sore and his legs were not hurt, his heart was not panic, and it was not a problem to swing Steve down with a slap.

"Awaken?" Just when Peggy Carter hadn't figured out what was going on now, Evanson came over with a bottle of wine in his hand. "How do you feel?"

"I feel..." Peggy Carter replied blankly before he recovered. "I feel like I've been sleeping for a long time and I almost can't wake up forever." Her brows slowly frowned. "I also dreamed that I was imprisoned in a very small place."

"That's..." Evanson lowered his head and scratched his eyebrows with his hands to avoid Carter's expression. "That's your illusion." But don't let her know that she was stabbed by me, otherwise it would be very embarrassing. "Do you have any other feelings?"

"And that's right, I feel my heart beat so strongly." Carter touched his heart with one hand and said, "If it weren't for the cuts, I would have thought you had changed one for me." After the operation, those cuts healed under the catalysis of fel energy, of course I couldn't tell.

Evanson "That's your illusion." This old woman wasn't pretending to be dizzy just now. "When you fainted, I conditioned the main organs of your body, so you will feel a little uncomfortable. However, these changes are benign and a manifestation of youth."

"Well..." Peggyka nodded, agreeing with this statement. But she immediately flirted with her white hair, "But I haven't regained my youth."

"Of course." Evanson did not deny this point. "It took you seventy years to become so old. You can't expect me to let you go back young within seventy minutes. Seventy minutes, not even enough to watch a movie adapted from a comic."

Peggy Carter suddenly felt that Evanson said it was reasonable, and I was speechless, "So this is a phased treatment?"

"That's not wrong." Evanson picked up the wine in his hand and took a sip.

Peggy Carter asked, "How long will it take."

"Don't worry." Evanson took another sip of wine. "We're about to go through the last stage."

Peggy Carter didn't sigh at first, but asked, "Uh... are you drinking?" I didn't say anything, but I actually drank it.

"Yeah." Evanson looked at his hand and held half a bottle of wine, then stretched forward. "A sip?" Isn't this happy? The warlock came out of the orange. What's wrong with opening the bottle of wine to celebrate? Evanson didn't go out to set off two firecrackers, even though he was low-key.

Peggy Carter turned his head aside helplessly. She really didn't know what to say. Restoring youth is like a bigger surgery than a heart bypass. You, the attending physician, actually did your homework after drinking? You are responsible for Jianglai. Are you in vain?

"Huh?" Peggy Carter suddenly frowned. After the operation was completed, Evanson naturally asked Sarah to put on Carter's clothes. After all, no matter how old or young you are, you will feel embarrassed if you are lying in front of you without clothes.

But now Carter's cuffs were lifted a little, and the things covered inside naturally revealed, "My God! What are these?"

The blood pumping ability of Doomsday guarding the heart is so strong. Now Peggy Carter is full of confidence. This scream made Evanson's eardrum hurt.

"Explain it to me what these are." Peggy Carter finally found that he was in danger of his later years. An old British lady actually got tattooed at the age of fast-forwarding the coffin.

"Demon pattern" Evanson was very calm. "What do you think I was using to regulate your organs? Do you put your hand in to adjust it? This naturally requires a series of magic rituals, and these magic patterns are part of the ritual, and it is also the key to the final stage."

Carter rolled up his cuffs, pulled open his collar and looked at it, and pulled his trouser legs apart. Finally, he said dejectedly, "It actually made it all over his body."

"The magic pattern is not too ugly, okay, it shouldn't be too cool in the eyes of some people." Evanson curled his lips and said, "If it really doesn't work, just treat it as a surgical scar."

"You know I'm not talking about this." Carter suddenly raised his head and looked at Evanson with a burning look.

"Oh." Evanson seemed to have realized it suddenly. "I made Sarah tattoo these things, and I swear I avoided it."

Peggy Carter "Really?"

Evanson "Really, I promise, I was doing something else."

Peggy Carter's face turned a little better, but when she saw that Ms. Sarah, who was said to have tattooed her, was holding a playboy and enjoying it, and she drooled from time to time, she always felt a little furious in her heart.

"Where has Dotty been there?" After so long, Peggy Carter remembered that Dotty Underwood was no longer here. It seems that Dotty's mistress has a long way to go.

"Go away," Evanson said, "She answered a call and said that her boss was looking for him. I saw that she was your friend, so she let her go."

"That lie." Carter muttered for a moment, then said to Evanson. "You were deceived by him, she doesn't have a boss."

"Is that?" Evanson said indifferently. "Who knows? When I saw that she was very shocked when she answered the phone, she was stunned for a while. And the Russian-language exchange was very fast, and I didn't hear it clearly. Who knew that he would be lying to me?"

"Forget it." Evanson took another sip of the wine, put the bottle aside and said, "Let's start the final stage."

Russian communication? Boss? No, right? Peggy Carter was thinking about these things, but when Evanson said that when she was about to start the final stage, she had to put these ideas down first. "Okay."

But shortly after their final stage began, the factory building outside London was surrounded in a command vehicle converted from a truck.
Chapter completed!