Marvel Reverses Wolverine

Chapter 63 Red Skull (10,000+ on shelves)

"If a civilization does not have strong power to promote and protect, then this civilization is fragile and will be conquered by barbarians sooner or later. The security of a country cannot always rely on the gifts of others. History always advances on power and strength. "

".We may perish, but when we perish, we will bind the whole world together and jump into the pit of fire!"

Rumble

Deafening and continuous applause erupted in the small auditorium. A brief speech by the German head of state, Adolf Hitler, ignited the German military and social scientific and technological researchers who came to the party.

Johann Schmidt clapped his hands especially enthusiastically. Hitler's words, deeds and legends have always been the object of his admiration and following.

The head of state quickly came down from the stage and shook hands with the participants. Heinrich Himmler, who was already the head of the German SS, introduced Johann Schmidt with a special ceremony.

"Your Majesty the Head of State, this is John Schmidt, the head of the German Weapons Research and Development Department. They have recently overcome the difficulties of new tank equipment!"

"Mr. Schmidt." Adolf Hitler said in a strange tone with his unique high-pitched voice.

"Hi! Hitler!"

Schmidt saluted passionately, his hair trembling and somewhat scattered.

"Mr. Schmidt needs no introduction. I have always seen his work. You are the pride of the empire. I like your name for the weapons research and development department, Hydra, the unkillable Hydra, very good, very good .”

Hitler whispered a few more instructions and continued to meet with the people behind him.

At the end of the team, Sebastian Xiao, who looked a little different and dressed a little differently, was also excitedly waiting for the meeting with the head of state. He now goes by the pseudonym Klaus Schmidt. Relying on some of his own "research" results over the years, It can be considered that he has gotten into the circle of German war technology research.

"Your Majesty the Führer, I am Klaus Schmidt, and my research is-"

Hitler, who had a hasty touch, did not say much more to Mr. Schmidt. He had more important speeches and arrangements later. He had just vaguely mentioned to John Schmidt that he would take over the Reich. The research departments were integrated and handed over to him for management.

Xiao opened and closed his mouth silently, even looking pitifully and helplessly at the departing Adolf Hitler. His research did not receive much attention, and the resources he received were very limited. Basically, he was just thrown into a concentration camp and let He went to find some prisoners to do experiments.

A few days later, Xiao received the news that he was under the jurisdiction of the weapons research and development department, which everyone began to call Hydra. He adjusted his condition as before, wearing a clear three-quarter hair style, and knocked on the weapon. Minister Schmidt's office was opened.

"Hi, Hitler."

Xiao entered the door and gave a standard salute. Schmidt raised his hand in return, flipping through the information.

"Mr. Klaus Schmidt, um, another Schmidt, your research, let me see, is the reverse of human mutation."

Xiao watched Schmidt flip through the research records provided by him, with an unkind look in his eyes. He could see that Schmidt was particularly dismissive of his own work.

"Ugh! That's disgusting."

Schmidt looked at a photo of a female experimental subject with sarcoma-like tentacles protruding from her body, and continued with a disgusted expression: "I don't see the use of these studies of yours. Are you using these things to disgust the enemy to death?"

A big smile appeared on his chiseled face, his eyes were a little protruding, and he looked at Xiao mockingly.

"Sir Schmidt, I have seven different mutation records here. They are all valuable experimental subjects that I have obtained through continuous experiments over the years. Look at this, he has transformed into a man with a bull's head. His strength can easily break steel bars. And this, the tentacles she releases can flexibly wrap around—"

"Okay, Mr. Klaus Schmidt, in my opinion, these are just deformed monsters that I found somewhere, and then you claimed to have what abilities you said they had. Even if what you said is true, they Can you stop bullets? Can you stop tanks?"

Xiao's teeth were clenched tightly. He had forgotten how many years he had not been humiliated like this, while John Schmidt continued to speak.

"I see that you were once a psychiatrist. No wonder you didn't go to a good college. The medical department of the concentration camp must be in great need of you, and your abilities should be fully utilized and satisfied there."

John Schmidt threw away the information in his hand and ignored Klaus Schmidt who turned around and left without saying a word.

Tonight, he has something more important, a ritual that makes him transcend mortals.

Sarah Rogers held little Steve's hand and looked at the towering gilded iron door, still feeling a little apprehensive.

After listening to what her son conveyed to her, she was a little worried that Mr. Howlett was a gang member, but after all, she had seen some of the world. There was a manor of this size in East Egg, Long Island. It must not be owned by a gang leader. , living in East Egg is a status symbol.

And after all, she had met Mr. Howlett. His temperament and conversation must be that of a descendant of an upper-class noble.

"Ma'am, please wait a moment, Master Bruce will be here soon."

The silver-haired but energetic housekeeper introduced Sarah Rogers and little Steve into the living room. Sarah was a little uncomfortable with such a title. She looked around the elegant living room with a height of three floors and uncomfortably smoothed the floor. The folds of the hem.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Mrs. Sarah. I am Bruce Howlett. We have met."

James strode down, tall and burly but with a reassuring smile, and greeted Sarah Rogers and little Steve.

"You're welcome! Mr. Howlett, just call me Sarah. I don't know how to thank you. When I was in the hospital, the doctor told me that if I delay it for a few more months, I might... If that happens, I really don't know the history. What should Tiff do? Before he was born, his father

Sarah's eyes couldn't help but turn red as she spoke, and her voice was still choked despite her efforts to control it. She couldn't help hugging her son who looked lonely next to her. She apologized and said that she was a little out of sorts, and straightened her light blond hair again. And asked.

"I heard from Steve that you would like to take him on as your student."

"Yes, Saraf, Sarah, and Steve have qualities and abilities that I value very much in some aspects. I want to accept him as a student, but the relationship between this student and the teacher is very close and he has certain responsibilities. This requires your consent.”

Sarah Rogers took the delicate handkerchief thoughtfully handed over by Mr. Butler, said a few words, wiped her obviously rosy and prettier face a few times, and nodded solemnly.

"Of course I agree, sir. This is Steve's luck. I believe that a decent gentleman like you will teach him well. He is a good boy and will work hard."

James nodded and glanced at Butler Casper aside. Mr. Butler made arrangements with understanding. After a while, Asazo, Remus and some members of the "Wolf Pack" walked into the living room, all wrapped up. , arranged on both sides, Remus took a high-backed chair and placed it at the top.

A somewhat stunned Steve looked at the rather grand scene, then turned to look at his mother who was also at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"Hey! Hey! Come here."

The man in a black suit with a silver-gray silk bandage all over his body and a well-dressed but exaggerated look waved at Steve, and the young man moved over to him without any hint of fear.

"Little guy, I will bring you a cup of tea later. You walk over, kneel on one knee in front of him, raise the teacup above your head, and say, 'Teacher, please drink tea.' Do you remember?"

Steve's eyes lit up and he hummed heavily. As long as he knew what to do, this brave young man wouldn't have stage fright.

Soon, James washed his hands in the silver basin brought by the waiter and sat on the black square-pointed high-backed chair. Butler Casper personally brought a tray with a teacup with a lid on it.

Young Steve Rogers took a deep breath, picked up the teacup, and walked step by step towards Mr. Howlett under the gaze of everyone wearing black suits and fearless martial arts on both sides.

He knelt down on one knee with a slight trembling, raised the teacup above his head, and said in as firm a voice as possible: "Teacher, please have tea."

James was suddenly stunned. After so many years, even listening to this sentence in English still made him feel refreshed. He quickly calmed down, took the tea cup from Steve's hand, tapped the tea lid, and blew I blew it and took two sips.

"Get up."

James smiled brightly like a child, looked at Steve with burning eyes, and gently rubbed his golden hair.

Asazuo on the side was also a little absent-minded. He often saw that look on his father's face when he was young.

"Schmidt, John, John! I beg you, the potion is not perfect yet and requires some supporting equipment and drugs. If you inject it now, there will be unimaginable consequences!"

Dr. Abraham Erskine, dragging John Schmidt's clothes, begged Schmidt not to inject the serum like this. This was not because Dr. Erskine was worried about Schmidt's safety, but because he was afraid that he would create it like this. Create a "monster".

Two SS soldiers pulled Erskine away, and he slumped on the ground helplessly. He watched Schmidt take off his shirt, asked the attendant on the side to tighten his arms, and picked up the stolen weapon, which was tentatively named The injection of super soldier serum, his face twisted ferociously and crazily.

"Abraham Erskine, my friend, I said many years ago that the best way to prove it is to experience it yourself. You should thank me for being your first experimental subject and will be your first." A super human!"

Schmidt gritted his teeth and inserted the long and thick syringe in his hand into the vein of his arm. He roared and pushed in the serum, and the black and blood-red blood vessels and meridians on his body burst out.

Dr. Erskine stared at Schmidt with constricted pupils, and the soldier holding him suddenly trembled, completely forgetting about Erskine.

In their eyes, Schmidt was tearing his body apart frantically, with large chunks of flesh festering off his body. The bright red tissue inside quickly became solid, like new skin.

Schmidt's face seemed to have been scalded by boiling water. The entire face fell off. His face was as red as blood, and his nose turned into two upturned hollows, like a bright red skull.

ah!

Schmidt howled in pain. He suddenly grabbed the neck of the attendant beside him and lifted him up like that. He used force with his five fingers and cracked his neck.

Dr. Erskine collapsed on the ground in despair. His invention really created a monster.

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