Marvel Reverses Wolverine

"Where did you find this magical boy, Abraham? Was his medical report fake?"

Colonel Chester Phillips rubbed his big nose, widened his eyes, and looked at Steve Rogers, who was the first to complete the armed swimming training. The shortest and thin boy actually got it again. First place in the training mission.

Professor Erskine was holding the hem of his clothes and wiping his round glasses. He took a breath and said strangely.

"I am as surprised as you, Colonel Phillips. Although he has always said that he is very powerful and no worse than anyone else, I have never believed it. I only value his original intention and character of joining the army."

When Steve first entered the camp, he attracted everyone's confused and mocking glances. The top of his head almost only reached everyone's chin, and his body was quite thin, but he looked relatively well-proportioned.

However, with such a physical foundation, under the same weight-bearing and training task standards, he has always been ranked at the top. His physical strength seems to be exceptionally abundant, and Steve Rogers can hardly be seen sweating profusely.

Before long, Steve attracted more attention, but the meaning became complicated.

Combat training has become Steve's performance alone. No officer or soldier in the entire battalion can survive ten seconds in his hands. He always makes the opponent lose their fighting ability quickly with just one contact, and he can also guarantee that The other party will not cause serious harm.

"I also think that the final candidate of the plan is him. Not only his special physical conditions and fighting skills, but the character he has shown these days is the most important."

Peggy Carter spoke softly but firmly with a strong British accent. She was wearing a military uniform, her hair was tied up, and she had some light makeup. Her eyebrows were typical of a British woman, intellectual and intelligent. In this all-male training camp Extraordinarily dazzling.

"But I found out about his unusual background." Colonel Phillips said seriously.

"He had a close relationship with Bruce Howlett, and it is said that he called Mr. Howlett, who was so influential throughout the West, his teacher."

The colonel's words attracted the attention of Dr. Erskine and Carter. Although they didn't care much about high-level capital and politics, the Howlett family, which was famous in the military industry, still had basic common sense.

"Are you worried that he has ulterior motives?" Professor Erskine thought for a moment, smoothed his tie and said.

Agent Carter smiled sweetly. She took out a grenade from the arms box next to her and took a look at it.

"Gentlemen, this is easy to test."

Boom, Carter threw the grenade into the middle of the team that was doing burpee physical training, and shouted: "Be careful with the grenade!"

There was chaos in the crowd, and everyone immediately dispersed. Only Steve ran over.

There were no bulletproof bunkers around, and this was not an explosion training ground. Steve picked up the grenade with the tip of his right toe, stepped forward and switched legs, kicked his left leg from bottom to top, and pumped the grenade high into the air, disappearing in an instant. , and then quickly move away, keeping people around you away from the area.

Agent Carter, the colonel, and the doctor stared at this handling method in stunned silence. Of course the grenade did not explode. It was hard for them to imagine how high the kick went. It took more than ten seconds before it landed almost accurately. Return to the original place and make a small pit.

Everyone in the camp also discovered that there was something wrong with the grenade and did not pull the safety button.

Erskine said with a strange look on his face: "This way of handling it is indeed a little bit. But at least he is the only one who rushes to solve the problem instead of just escaping for his own life."

"So if he really has another purpose, he will definitely not risk his own safety." Agent Carter continued, looking at Steve with an increasingly different look.

"The power of serum will not only reshape a person's body and break through the limits, but also amplify emotions and character. The better, the better, and the worse, the worse. I never care whether the candidate's combat qualities and physical conditions are outstanding, but his Is your will and spirit worth it?”

Dr. Erskine recalled with lingering fear the terrifying appearance of John Schmidt after being injected with the semi-finished serum. He finally said firmly: "Get ready for the experiment."

New York, Brooklyn.

Asazo has been following his father's instructions recently, keeping an eye on Dr. Abraham Erskine, waiting for Steve to complete the experiment and looking for an opportunity to take the doctor away.

He had long discovered that there were other people following Erskine, but in Asazo's eyes, no matter what their purpose was, they could not affect him.

Steve and Carter took a car together and arrived outside an old antique store in a Brooklyn neighborhood. He looked at this neighborhood with some familiarity. He had left too many memories here growing up, being beaten, and then beaten back one by one. of.

Asazo was waiting boredly on the roof of the antique shop. If today was the day of the experiment, he would soon find an opportunity to kidnap the doctor, and the boring tracking mission would be over.

He pulled out the newly made Edman dagger and played with it while smiling slyly.

With a pop, Asazo disappeared and came to the underground space of the experiment. He teleported several times and found a hidden ventilation duct. Although the conditions were tight, he couldn't miss Steve. The scene of being a guinea pig.

"Mr. Senator, gentlemen."

Colonel Chester Phillips was greeting a group of political dignitaries and military commanders in the observation hall above.

"This is Clem." The senator introduced to Colonel Phillips the man next to him who wore glasses, a high nose, and a suit with a wide collar. However, he didn't seem to be familiar with him, and he couldn't remember the other person's name. name.

"Fred Clemson, from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, hopes that your experiment will be successful, Mr. Colonel, so that it can be widely promoted soon."

Mr. Clemson cleverly took over the senator's words and introduced himself.

Steve took off his shirt and hat and lay down in the much larger experimental cabin. The cold touch around his body made him a little nervous and uncomfortable. He and Ms. Carter looked at each other for the last time and watched her walk into the observation room. Looking back, I took a few deep breaths.

The experimenters were finally adjusting and preparing the equipment. Professor Erskine held the microphone and said something, and exchanged glances with Howard Stark. Steve's mind was a little confused and he didn't listen. He kept adjusting his energy and blood, and finally stabilized his expression as usual.

".The experimenter will inject a series of serum to stimulate cell division and growth, and then there will be a large amount of high-energy vitamin rays irradiated. The countdown to serum injection will be 5, 4, 3."

Dr. Erskine finally gave the order to start the experiment. The experimental chamber slowly closed, like a giant metal chrysalis. Asazo looked at the changes below in the vent near the ceiling and bit his fist with excitement.

Buzz.

The machine began to make a loud buzzing sound, and six tubes of blue serum were pushed into Steve's body. He felt a coldness penetrate into his body, followed by a tearing burning sensation.

Howard Stark pushed the control lever, gradually increasing the input of energy, and a dazzling bright light was emitted from the experimental chamber. As the energy was pushed to the maximum, the mechanical control panel and cable circuits erupted with dazzling arcs and sparks. .

Steve couldn't help but roar inside. This pain seemed to break and tear apart the bones and muscles all over his body. The growth that could be clearly felt in his body was like ten years of physical development that had been compressed into a short period of time. In one minute.

He suddenly felt that the strange energy he could generate during training in the past was growing crazily. The third stage of energy that the teacher mentioned, the energy that could be spread throughout the body, completely broke through the final barrier on the face and top of the head.

ha! Bang!

Steve roared one last time in the experimental cabin. The majestic strength in his body came out from every pore in his body. The experimental cabin collapsed from the inside out. He stood naked on the metal platform with his pants on. It became extremely small, and the thighs were stretched to pieces. Many people around him were knocked aside by the air waves and got up in embarrassment.

He seemed to feel that his vision was different. It turned out that he had grown a lot taller, from the original height of just over 1.6 meters to nearly 1.9 meters. The muscles on his body were bulging, and they looked like an ancient Greek sculpture.

Steve, who already had good facial features, has truly transformed into a handsome and stalwart man. The energy and blood in his body are like the tide crashing on the shore, constantly surging, and his strength is as real as being at the mercy of his thoughts.

Dr. Erskine did not expect that the final change would be so huge. Steve's body seemed to erupt with some signs of energy release. He pushed up his glasses and moved closer to check.

Everyone in the observation room above also hurriedly ran down to witness this miracle up close. Agent Carter had already rushed into the experimental site and unconsciously touched the reborn Steve, caring whether he had been injured in the explosion just now.

Mr. Fred Clemson from the "Ministry of Foreign Affairs" was staring directly at the experimental subject in the middle of the field, like the arrival of Hercules, while he was assembling a miniature firearm in his leather bag with both hands. He was already thinking Made up my mind.

For the sake of Germany's victory, we must stop the enemy's miraculous plan, even if we die together.

He took advantage of everyone's panic and reached the edge of the experimental table. Fortunately, the only remaining serum potion was still there. He pulled out the potion and inserted it into his arms, and walked towards Dr. Erskine.

Bang bang!

Two consecutive shots hit the doctor cleanly. Clemson turned around and ran outside after the shot. He escaped frantically while no one could react.

"Oops!"

Asazo didn't care about concealing his identity. He flashed to Dr. Erskine's side in an instant, put his arm on his arm, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Everyone around was just dazzled, and then they saw a burst of black smoke, and Dr. Erskine lying on the ground disappeared.

Only Steve's pupils shrank, and he saw clearly the man wrapped in silver-gray silk bandages, but he didn't know that this "elder" who he had known for five or six years had such ability.

He quickly came to his senses and jumped into the air to the door of the laboratory. The metal paved floor was dented by the pedals. Steve chased after the assassin who shot at him.

puff!

Underground at Howlett Manor on Long Island, Asazo took Dr. Erskine to the stone room where James was retreating.

"Go quickly!"

James didn't ask any more questions. Seeing Erskine who was shot and dying, he just said two words briefly and quickly that he didn't understand.

Asazo didn't hesitate and disappeared again. Within two breaths, a huge black-skinned giant, more than two meters tall, was brought over.

He was as thick as an upright black bear, with thick lips and small eyes. He was wearing coarse linen clothes and even a bloody apron. He was like a ferocious butcher, which was intimidating.

"gentlemen."

The monster-like giant man didn't react for a moment, but when he saw James, he bent down deeply, lowered his head humbly, put his hand on his chest, and greeted respectfully.

"Save people first." James said in a calm but eager tone. The giant black man nodded and walked towards Abraham Erskine with heavy steps. The old man had begun to vomit blood, his pupils began to dilate, and he was about to die.

The giant man's black hands like cattail leaf fans gently pressed on the two bloody holes on the old man's chest. He closed his eyes tightly, and the thick black veins on his forehead and the big beads of sweat suddenly appeared. He raised his head and opened his mouth. Yelled loudly.

Roar!

Clouds of black and red smoke were like wasps, ejected from the giant man's big mouth, filling the space of the stone chamber, and soon disappeared. As if he was extremely tired, he sat limply aside, like a ball. Like a mountain of meat.

Dr. Erskine's complexion became visibly rosy, and his breath became more stable. There were two bullets on his chest, but the holes where the bullets entered disappeared.

"Thank you, John."

James breathed a sigh of relief, luckily it was in time.

On the side, Asazuo took off his tense nerves and took off the bandage on his face. If this job went wrong, his father would be angry. Ever since that boy Steve came, he I am often mentioned about other people’s children.

"It's an honor for Kofi to serve you. Kofi also likes to relieve the pain of others."

The big black man spoke in a loud voice. He was huge and terrifying, and his voice was low and familiar, but his tone was exceptionally gentle and gentle. His rough and ferocious appearance showed a warm and innocent smile, with a child-like natural sincerity.

James smiled and shook his head, and asked kindly: "Are you still used to staying in the manor? Your help is very important to me. I really need to thank you."

"Sir, although you don't want Kofi to be called this, you will eventually become my king. Kofi is extremely happy to be able to serve my king. Thank you for your blessing. I live very happily there, with everyone. We get along very well with the baby, and Kofi is taking care of a newborn calf. He is a big boy, and his mother has suffered a lot."

The dark-skinned giant man smiled naively. James patted him on the shoulder. Seeing that he was anxious to go back to take care of the cow that had just given birth, he asked Asazo to see him off first.

John Coffey was rescued by James from Louisiana in the southern United States around 1935.

For many years, he has been using his capital power to secretly investigate and discover mysterious events or characters in places within the reach of the Howlett Group. Most of them are false rumors and tricks.

But in this long half century, some real people with mysterious powers have also been found.

There is a bleak and solemn Cold Mountain Prison in Louisiana. There is a prison cell numbered Area E. Because the floor is green, it is called the "Green Mile". All the prisoners living there are heavy-duty death row prisoners. At the other end is the electric chair used by these death row prisoners for execution.

The local investigators of the Howlett Group heard that there was a strange black prisoner in this death row room. There were rumors that he could take away the pain of others. Although it sounded absurd, what he did was absurd work, and once If you are confirmed, you will receive an extremely generous bonus.

After careful and in-depth investigation by the investigator, and after seeing the giant black man twice in person through the name of Howlett Group, he was convinced that this man was really weird, so he reported it to his immediate superior.

After a few days, the "murderer" John Coffey disappeared, and the warden kept it secret. He only vaguely mentioned that a big shot had intervened and stopped asking about the whereabouts of this dark man.

James is not sure whether Coffey is a mutant. His research methods have not yet reached the ability to identify through genetic structure, but this monster-like man has extraordinary mysterious power.

Through physical contact, he can transfer the other person's pain and injury into his own body, and then excrete it like vomiting filth. Even people who are seriously injured and dying can still be saved as long as they still have breath.

Of course, he cannot reverse life and death, nor can he extend the life of those who have died.

Coffey was left by James in the old Howlett house in Edmond, taking care of the livestock and farming the land. The reason why he was imprisoned was to save two young girls who were tortured to death by perverts. He was discovered At the scene of the crime, given the current attitude towards black people, he was put on death row without any suspense.

This villain has a terrifying appearance and a huge body, but he is surprisingly peaceful, sensitive and silent. He is as innocent as a child. At the same time, he seems to have some indescribable mysterious power, which makes people involuntarily trust him.

When Kofi saw James for the first time, he was filled with inexplicable fear and awe. He called him "my king" and hung his head for a long time, refusing to get up. James didn't know why.

After a while.

Asazo came back in a flash. James thought for a while and asked him to take himself and Dr. Erskine, who was still awake, back to the old Canadian mansion. He placed him on a stone bed in the palace of the old mansion and stood quietly aside. Entered into concentration.

In the end, Steve failed to capture the German agent alive, not because he couldn't do it, but because he failed to control the surge of strength and vigor. The force of his punch exploded the agent's chest through the air. During the chase, , the last tube of serum also shattered on the ground.

The experiment was successful, but the most important researcher was shot and disappeared mysteriously, and the last finished serum was destroyed. Steve indeed became a super soldier. Everyone saw his great power, but the military and government wanted to These are super troops that can be created in batches and affect the battle situation.

The new tanks and weapons that the German army has recently appeared on the battlefield have destructive power far beyond the scope of current thermal weapons, and are very similar to the energy weapons that exist in scientists' theories.

An experiment ended unhappily, and the military frantically used both covert and covert forces to search for the whereabouts of Dr. Erskine. He disappeared without a trace in full view of the public, which made the higher-ups even more fearful. If this was another German conspiracy, Secret means will put the entire Allied top brass in danger.

Only Steve remained silent from beginning to end, thinking about something secretly in his heart.

Poland, Krakow, Auschwitz concentration camp.

Although Sebastian Xiao was left far outside the core circle of the war by the German military and the "Hydra" of the unified strategic research and development department, he felt that he was in the right place. In terms of the world, it is the right place.

Xiao looked at himself in the mirror, carefully arranging his tie and hair, adding glasses, and wearing a decent brown suit, but it was unassuming, in line with his status as a medical officer and psychotherapist.

He was about to attend a banquet hosted by the concentration camp commander, SS Major Amon Gott, and he couldn't wait to share his new discovery with Gott.

"Aha! Here you go Klaus, Klaus Schmidt, you damn guy, why are you here so late! What are you doing in your little 'operating room' again?"

Amon Gott had already drank twice. With his shirt half open and carrying a smoky smell, he hugged Xiao and came to the center of the banquet room. This was his personal residence in the concentration camp, a three-story building. He liked to live at the top of the house, where he could go to the balcony at any time and overlook the entire concentration camp.

"This is Schindler, as you have seen before. We have to thank our outstanding German entrepreneurs for such a gathering. He has got a lot of good things!"

As he spoke, he introduced several bottles of good wine, smoked sausage, sturgeon caviar and other delicacies that are rare in today's world to Xiao. He also patted Xiao's chest slyly and took out a box of simple copper-made food from his pocket. The cigar box has the letter H stamped on it.

"Schindler even got a box of this! Although it is an American product, not a German cigarette, it is one of the best cigars in the world. I think it is not unforgivable."

Xiao watched Amon show off a very small amount of top-quality cigars owned by an American capital giant, smiled shyly, and shook hands with the tall and heroic German businessman Oscar Schindler.

At the invitation of Amon Gott, the three of them came to the quieter balcony on the third floor, drank wine and sipped cigars. The businessman Schindler seemed uncomfortable and a little uncomfortable, and Xiao didn't like the harmony either. Not familiar enough with people to share their own research.

"Tell me, Klaus, what new tricks have you come up with? Schindler will definitely want to hear about it, right?"

Gott's gloomy eyes squinted at Schindler who didn't speak much next to him, urging Xiao, whose pseudonym was Klaus Schmidt. The businessman Schindler nodded with a reserved expression, his face was full of smiles. I laughed so hard that I laughed haha.

"Well you should know about liquid nitrogen."

Xiao rubbed his hands and couldn't help but chat. He adjusted his glasses and continued.

"I have always been curious about how the human body reacts to extreme cold, so I tied up a Jewish prisoner's arm and put it in a liquid nitrogen cylinder. Of course, short-term exposure to this substance will not cause any harm."

"But when liquid nitrogen breaks down all the water molecules in your body and freezes them, you will start to feel sore from the cold, and then your skin will have a lot of blisters like it was burned. Finally, bang! It will shatter like ice cubes. Turn into scum!”

Amon Gott laughed harshly. His laughter echoed in the dead night sky. He shook his head and pointed at Xiao. Next to him, Oskar Schindler put his hands in his pockets and squeezed them tightly. His thighs were trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath from his cigar and looked at the endless rows of concentration camp camps under the night sky, as if looking at endless decaying coffins.

The last few chapters are indeed boring. Some readers also said that after it was released, the protagonist's role was reduced, the story was lighter, and the blackboard was anxious. The original plan was to prepare the content before it was released, but it was suddenly disrupted.

We will move forward as quickly as possible, but we will still maintain a certain rhythm so that the story remains plastic. My anxiety became even stronger after it was published, not because I was afraid of bad data, but because every paying reader actually supported me. This sense of responsibility made me more and more nervous, fearing that I would not be able to write well.

I forgot to tell you the subscription data. I remember that the first order that day was more than 2,000, the average order was basically 2,000, and the collection was more than 20,000. Today, there are more than 5,000 haute couture items, more than 4,000 orders on average, and 33,000 collectors. I have no idea whether this situation is good or not, and I don’t dare to ask the editor if I’m a bit scared.

It can basically maintain the 6,000+ updates every day since it was launched. I am embarrassed to ask everyone for votes. The plot is not very good at this stage, and it cannot reach the 10,000 word count per day. Of course, if we encounter some big boss and throw it at us, we will not dare. If you want to make an alliance, you still have to work hard to see it, but if you take it seriously and care for everyone, Black Disk can do it.

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