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"Have the doctors been transferred?"

Carl asked calmly, his gaze fixed on the live security feed.

David nodded.

"They've been moved to a safe location. The lab dormitory is now completely occupied by our people."

Carl's eyes narrowed as the screen displayed an ongoing breach. "So it's him. Looks like General Ross still hasn't learned his lesson."

Through the surveillance monitor, Carl immediately recognized the man leading the infiltration: Emil Blonsky—the same elite soldier once deployed to capture Bruce Banner in Virginia.

"Has he already been injected with the Super Soldier Serum?"

At that moment, Blonsky and his squad had already breached the dormitory and were engaged in close-quarters combat with David's team. Carl watched as the chaos unfolded.

David's men were no ordinary fighters. Each had undergone extensive physical conditioning, training in martial arts, and regularly used Power Pills and Military Ration Pills to boost stamina and strength. Yet despite that, they were being dispatched with brutal ease.

Blonsky moved like a monster. He sent a 200-pound man flying nearly eight meters with a single kick—his strength clearly beyond human limits.

David scowled.

"Boss, let me deal with him."

Carl waved him off with a faint, cold smile curling at the edge of his lips.

"No need. I'll handle this myself. If someone dares disturb my sleep in the middle of the night, they'd better be prepared to pay for it."

With a snap, Carl vanished on the spot.

David shuddered instinctively, then made a cross in the air out of old habit and murmured,

"Amen. May God have mercy on those poor fools. They're about to meet the real devil."

He was no longer a practicing Christian—too many things had changed since—but the gesture still brought a sense of ritual.

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Carl reappeared silently outside the dormitory's reinforced steel door.

He hadn't let David go in because, even with all his enhancements, David might not stand a chance against Blonsky in his current state. Besides, Carl had his own reasons—he wanted to observe the effects of his magic against a genetically enhanced human.

And he had promised Wanda he'd be back within twenty minutes.

As the door creaked open and Blonsky and his five-man team stepped out, Carl leaned casually against the wall and greeted them with a shrug.

"Evening, gentlemen. Ever heard of trespassing laws in your country?"

Blonsky froze. His eyes narrowed sharply the moment he saw Carl.

He had expected resistance—he even anticipated an ambush.

But to see the boss of the Hudson Group waiting at the door alone?

"Carl," he growled. "Hand over Bruce Banner. Do that, and we'll walk away. If not… I can't guarantee your safety."

There was confidence in his voice, but it teetered on arrogance.

Ever since being injected with the Super Soldier Serum—an imitation variant—Blonsky felt like a god. Stronger than in his prime. Faster. More durable. Unstoppable.

Carl, however, looked at him as one might look at a curious but ultimately pitiful insect.

"Ah," Carl sighed. "So this is what happens when you inject a failed version of the Super Soldier Serum. You grow cocky."

His eyes narrowed. "Do you remember the day I rescued Banner? You weren't even important enough to stand in my way."

Blonsky's eyes widened. He remembered—the masked figure in gold who obliterated their squad in Virginia.

"It was you…!"

He dropped his tranquilizer gun and exploded forward, launching a heavy punch aimed at Carl's chest.

Carl didn't even blink.

He caught Blonsky's punch with one hand and, with a fluid motion, twisted his waist and landed a whip-like kick that sent Blonsky crashing into the wall.

Despite the serum coursing through his veins, Blonsky couldn't match Carl's raw physical power. Carl's body, forged through chakra-enhanced training and years of combat, had long surpassed the human peak.

"You want to compete with me?"

Carl's voice was almost amused as the rest of Blonsky's team raised their tranquilizer guns.

He pressed both palms to the ground.

"Lightning Release: Ground Run."

Bolts of electricity exploded from the concrete, racing toward the attackers. Before any of them could pull their triggers, they were knocked unconscious, twitching and steaming on the floor.

Blonsky groaned, slowly rising. He reached down and pulled a tactical dagger from his boot.

"I'll kill you!" he roared.

Carl frowned—not in fear, but in disappointment.

"Pathetic."

He reached into the mission space and drew out the Elder Wand.

With a flick, he uttered coldly:

"Fra Dimension!"

A burst of blue light shot from the wand, hitting Blonsky mid-leap.

Pop!

The dagger clattered to the floor.

Croak!

Where Blonsky once stood, a large, fat toad now quivered and blinked in confusion. The toad turned around and leapt frantically away from Carl.

Creatures transfigured by the Transformation Charm take on not only the form but also the instincts of their new shape. Just like a pig transformed from a table behaves like a pig, a man turned into a toad will behave like one—fearful, jumpy, desperate to escape danger.

Carl didn't pursue.

Instead, he began slowly walking behind the toad, wand still in hand, calculating the time and collecting data.

This wasn't just combat—it was a field experiment.

Carl had long been researching the interaction between chakra, wizarding magic, and biologically enhanced beings like Blonsky. The results were promising.

The duration of the Transfiguration Spell depended on the mass, complexity, and difference between the original and target forms. The larger the object, the more complex the transformation, the shorter it would last.

A match turned into a needle might last thirty minutes.

A cabinet into a telescope? Maybe five.

But turning a living human into a toad—especially one with enhanced physiology?

That was the real test.

From his notes in the magical realm, ordinary Muggles transformed into toads would retain their new form for about thirty seconds. When he experimented on the rogue wizard Manu, the transformation lasted only a single second.

Now Blonsky—modified by science, not magic—was his newest subject.

Carl looked down at the escaping toad and chuckled.

"Let's see if your precious serum protects you from magic, frog-boy."