Marvel reverses Wolverine

Chapter 65 Join the Army
"Curve ball over batter, Dodgers make it 4-4 again! Great weather today at Ebbetts Field just like that great shot, Philly is deadlocked again, Peel Mori beat Lazer last month, this time he ran Lazer to third base and scored!"

boom!
The supporters of the Brooklyn Dodgers in the stands stood up one after another, shouting victory, applause and cheers condensed, and the most exciting game of the season at Ebbetts Baseball Stadium was born.

Steve, his mother, Sarah, and his friends, the Bucky family, screamed excitedly. They were all Dodgers fans. In fact, there was no Brooklynite who was not a Dodgers fan.

"I really should have insisted on inviting the teacher to watch the competition!"

Steve said loudly to his mother that he is now a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old. He is still not tall, but he looks lean, strong and full of vitality.

"Steve, Mr. Howlett has so many important things going on, he doesn't have time to spend watching baseball."

Ms. Sarah said slightly reproachfully that Sarah, who has worked in the Howlett Advanced Research Institute for several years, is already a small supervisor of the logistics service department. It has refreshed her understanding of Mr. Howlett many times.

After the game, they were excitedly discussing the Dodgers' successive tiebreakers and the final winning goal. Steve suddenly stopped and looked at a recruiting poster posted outside the arena with a complicated look on his face.

An old man with a white beard in the image of Uncle Sam, wearing a star-striped top hat, pointed forward proudly with one hand, under which it was written in thick black letters: I WANT YOU!

Ms. Sarah's complexion suddenly became cold, and she straightened her blond hair. After a few years of good life, she became beautiful again.

"Steve, let's go, this is not something you need to think about, the United States is still far away from this war."

The young Steve Rogers quickly came back to his senses and smiled apologetically at his mother.

Yes, the European battlefield has almost fallen. This World War II, which is much larger than the war more than ten years ago, still seems to be unable to burn the United States, blessed by God. The American people continue to dance, watch football, and chase the times dream.

On December 1941, 188, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor, sank four battleships and two destroyers, and destroyed [-] aircraft. About [-] American soldiers were killed and more than [-] were injured. startle.

Howlett Estate, Long Island, New York.

"...No problem Mr. President, yes, the Howlett family has stood with the White House since the Civil War, and it is still as good today. I look forward to meeting with you."

James put down the yellow-glazed phone of unknown quality, and the attendant on the side picked up the landline and left the front hall. He pondered for a moment, looked at Gatsby beside him, and gave quite serious instructions.

"The family's Oak Ridge factory in Tennessee will be vacated immediately, ready to be rebuilt and rebuilt. From Canada and our mining area in Congo, a large amount of uranium ore will be transported to Oak Ridge. Nuclear research experts, engineers, Sent to New York City."

Gatsby asked cautiously, "Sir, is this necessary?"

"Roosevelt couldn't sit still, um, but he couldn't stand up either. The Pacific base was bombed, and soon he was going to mobilize the United States to speak. In order to compete with Germany's nuclear research program, it had to be accelerated on a large scale. This phone call Here, he nearly moved Lincoln out."

After listening to James' words, Jay Gatsby narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said clearly.

"Yes, there is only a small amount of uranium ore suitable for use in the United States. Some good ores are in Canada and Czechoslovakia, but the best uranium resources are still in Congo. Now Czechoslovakia is controlled by Germany. The group has mineral resources in the other two places Second to none, not to mention a high-level factory base throughout the United States."

"This plan is currently the first sequence of confidential research in the United States. Soon the Pentagon and the White House will come to connect with you. Try to cooperate as much as possible. New York City will set up a military zone and initially name it Manhattan. I will also come forward later."

James finally ordered that he hadn't seen outsiders for some years, and every time he had to make some disguises, but for the Manhattan Project, Roosevelt hoped that he would definitely visit the White House.

After Pearl Harbor, the military base of the U.S. Pacific Fleet, was bombed by the Japanese, President Franklin Roosevelt delivered a famous "national humiliation" speech to all Americans, fully mobilizing the United States to participate in the war.

A few days later, the manor went underground.

Steve's footsteps nimbly changed positions, swinging his arms, like a shield constantly parrying the opponent's attack. The opponent was a tall and burly brown-haired man, about 30 years old, with a strong offensive line The wildness, the hands are always in the shape of claws, and a crack can be torn off when touching the body.

Boom!

The brown-haired man jumped up after being swung away from his front paws, leaped up again like a hawk, opened Steve's seal with one leg, and tore a few holes in the training suit on his chest .

"Come here today, Colin, there's progress."

A member of the "Wolfpack" bowed and exited, leaving the underground training ground to James and Steve.

"I obviously have something on my mind recently, let's talk about it."

James knew himself as a student too well. In the past month of sparring, Steve's chopping style was either too aggressive or too hesitant, not as comfortable and appropriate as before.

"Teacher, I want to join the army."

The young Steve Rogers said solemnly to the teacher that he seemed to have made up his mind.

James smiled, then asked seriously, "Where's your mother?"

"She disagreed, very strongly against it."

Steve shook his head. He didn't complain about his mother Sarah Rogers' opposition. Steve's father enlisted in the 107th Army when his mother was still pregnant with him, participated in World War I, and died of mustard gas.

Of course he could understand that his mother didn't want her only son to go to war again, and he didn't look like a good soldier either.

"I have practiced killing techniques with me for the past few years. Your talent is very good. You are only one step away from the third stage. Although you look thin, you can beat yourself to the ground one by one with bare hands."

James laughed self-deprecatingly while talking, and continued with a teasing tone: "But you haven't even killed a chicken, and the battlefield is not a place where you rely on fists and kicks. Why do you say you want to join the army? Passionate?"

Steve's face was a little red. When young people in their eighteenth and nineteenth years were most passionate, heroism flooded their hearts. He collected himself and said, facing the teacher's eyes.

"You once said, never back down, but be worth it, what in this world is worth fighting without flinching alone? It's just relatives, lovers and friends, but all of this is based on the peace and stability of this country Only you can have it, teacher, I want to contribute.”

James got up and pressed a button, and soon a member of the wolf pack came down and left quickly under James' orders.

"I'll give you a test, let's consider it your graduation exam. After I finish it, I will agree with you to join the army. Let me talk about your mother."

Seeing the teacher's strange smile, Steve shivered slightly. Not only had he been practicing unarmed combat skills all these years, but he also experienced those hellish "tortures" while training the wolf pack members with James.

He had glimpsed a corner of the teacher's secret, but it was like a small peak protruding from an iceberg.

New York, West Midtown, is located on the west coast of Manhattan Island, New York.

The most chaotic place with the highest crime rate in New York City, a famous slum, mainly populated by working-class Irish immigrants, known for its messy and backward living quality, serious ethnic conflicts and high crime rate.

The origin of the rumor is unknown, but people used to call it "Hell's Kitchen".

Steve Rogers sat in the car, looking sternly at a paper bag his teacher handed him.

"So this kind of person really didn't bear any guilt, and got away perfectly?" Steve said with some resentment but couldn't believe it.

"Mental illness is the best way for many criminals to escape in recent years. Coupled with the operation of lawyers and the use of some methods against victims in private, it is not difficult to acquitted. You only need to go to a mental hospital for treatment and report, not to mention -"

James touched the cigar on the crystal ashtray, and continued: "Gibson Cullen has always been a crazy and violent extreme, and he is a lunatic."

Steve looked at the photos of several mutilated women with trembling arms, and bit his cheek tightly.

The driver slowly parked the updated silver-gray limousine at the intersection, indicating that James had arrived.

"Colin will take you in, and then you need to meet this thug Karen alone. As for what you want to do, I don't care."

James looked forward, not at his students.

Growth is not about taking the roads and things that others have gone through, and turning them into your own after listening to them.

Colin walked towards the entrance of an underground staircase, motioned for Steve to be below, with some encouraging eyes, said a word of caution, and returned to the car.

Steve glanced back at the car at the end of the road again, and walked down with his fists clenched.

Stink, fishy smell, and the chaotic and harsh jazz sound like a broken record player filled this small room.

It looks like an underground bar. There are not many people, but they are all blushing and disheveled. Two women with bright makeup are smoking a cigarette and amusingly watching the uncomfortable little "boy" walk in. .

On the innermost table, a white man with a bald head and teeth was yelling and cursing with a strong Irish accent, and several fat men with greasy hair and bright eyes were scooping up dollars in front of the bald man.

"Gibson Cullen?"

When Steve called out his name, he felt a little regretful, and he hadn't figured out how to question this villain.

"Your mother is not here, and no one will feed you. Even if she is, you have to wait until I am full!"

A few blushing men next to him laughed wildly, and looked at this young and short boy jokingly.

Steve roared angrily: "If a bastard like you has a mother, then she must regret drowning you before you were born. Don't you meet those women who were killed by your daughter in your dreams!"

The room suddenly fell silent, click, the sound of the pistol being loaded, and Gibson Cullen skillfully took out a revolver from under the table, facing this strange young man.

Steve was a little nervous. He had trained how to deal with firearms at various distances, but this was the first time he faced an opponent who might actually shoot him.

"Hey, I think his clothes are pretty good, like some rich man's."

Beside Steve, a fat man with a scar on his face reached out to grab his pocket. Today he is wearing the training jacket that the teacher prepares for him every day. Anyone with a discerning eye can see the exquisite materials and style.

Crack!boom!

Just as the man's hand was about to touch Steve, two fingers were pinched like lightning, his wrist was twisted, and he kicked sideways. The scar-faced strong man with his finger and wrist broken flew into the wine table next door. superior.

Gibson Cullen fired a shot in desperation but missed. The gun blazed, and the frightened furry Steve stepped forward, his right hand was like an iron whip, and he slashed towards Karen. head.

"Sir, gunshots."

Colin turned around from the co-pilot worriedly and looked at James, who was still sipping his cigar with a calm expression, as if he hadn't heard it. After a while, he seemed to react and said softly.

"If something happens to him, it's because my eyesight is too poor."

As soon as the words fell, Steve Rogers walked up with disheveled hair, and his clothes were splashed with red and white, and there were bloodstains on his face, but he was completely unscathed.

He approached the car in a somewhat distraught but decent manner, and opened the door. James sniffled with an ugly expression.

"Stop, throw away your clothes and come in again, it stinks to death."

Steve froze for a moment, quickly took off the strangely dyed jacket, threw it on the side of the road, took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, discarded the handkerchief, and sat in.

Colin watched Steve take out his handkerchief from the front row, suppressed a smile, and trembled a few times.

James didn't ask any questions, but just ordered the driver to go to Hull's Kitchen in Brooklyn, and Steve on the side hesitated to speak several times.

"Speak, don't screw up."James snuffed out the last bit of the cigar in the palm of his hand. It didn't seem to touch the skin, and the cigar head was wiped out.

"You don't ask me what I did."Steve actually said in a somewhat resentful tone.

"My purpose is just to let you experience the real situation of facing villains, or wanting to kill you. I don't care what the result is, what you did. You want to go to the battlefield, and life and death are on the battlefield. The most unusual thing."

James' words were still natural, and he really didn't care how Steve dealt with it. Even if he saw the gun, his legs were weak and he knocked his head and ran out, it was considered that he recognized his face.

"I was too anxious. I used all my strength for the punch and practiced the two-stage kill. Karen's head was smashed."

After all, Steve grinned in embarrassment, a bit like the shy look he had when he was a child, but James gave him a strange look, killing people with killing skills, really killing people, but actually experiencing the "fun" in it.

James and Steve were in the house waiting for Ms. Sarah to come home from get off work. Steve took the initiative to cook food. After dinner, James and Sarah talked for a while,

After a while, Steve was called in. He looked at his mother's red eyes, and complained to himself in his heart.

Sarah hugged her son tightly and said nothing more.

ten days later.

"...Mike O'Connor, Henry Kaminsky, Steve Rogers."

The examiner at the recruiting office called the young applicants who were waiting for the physical examination one by one. Steve was beating his heart. His mother and teacher agreed to his application to join the army, but his blood was ruined by the recruiting office. He did not expect to block his joining the army Not family and friends, but the military itself
"Steve Rogers. Good guy!"

The examiner of the medical examination report looked at the long list of congenital diseases such as scarlet fever, rheumatic fever, and allergic inflammation, and then at the young man's naked upper body. Although he was short, his muscles were unusually well-proportioned and strong.

"Young man, it looks like you're doing a lot of push-ups? But that's not okay, 4F."

boom!
The examiner stamped the worst 4F mark on the file without waiting for Steve to explain. In fact, after Steve learned boxing from James all these years, especially when he reached the peak of the first level and second stage of the killing technique, many Problems that once existed, such as asthma, high blood pressure, and irregular heart rate, have long since disappeared.

But even so, he still did not meet the medical standards for recruiting soldiers. This is the third time he has changed locations and changed his hometown to participate in recruiting activities.

"Sir! Listen to me, although I look short and, besides, I have these little problems, but I am strong enough, and I can easily defeat anyone here."

As soon as Steve finished speaking, there was a momentary silence in the inspection room for a few seconds, and then everyone burst into laughter. The young men who applied for the recruitment were generally about 180 cm tall, and all of them were shirtless. Instead of feeling offended, they They talked about this interesting little man with each other with great interest.

The examiner also smiled happily, waved his hand, and let him go back indifferently.

"Look."

Bang!

Steve smashed through the wooden table in front of the examiner with a punch, and he quickly pulled out his arm, but there were no injuries.

"Oh Fuck!"

Before Steve had time to be proud, he was about to say a few words that he was capable of, when he heard the officer in front of him shout.

"Guards, guards! Throw this kid who played tricks on me as far away as possible!"

The two soldiers who were responsible for maintaining order quickly walked to Steve's side, one on the left and one on the right, crossed the troublesome boy, and walked out of the room.

Steve knew that it was impossible for him to fight with the guards. This was not the time to show his skill. He could only shout that it was a misunderstanding. Clothes that come out.

March 1942, Tønsberg, Norway.

Tonsberg is a town in southeastern Norway, located on the top of Tonsberg Bay, one of the oldest towns in Norway, where there are very traditional industries such as shipbuilding, papermaking, leather processing and beer, and it is also famous for its silverware.

There are a large number of ancient royal tombs on the outskirts of the town, which once flourished during the Viking period of Vikings.

But for thousands of years, this small town has been peaceful like a pool of stagnant water. At this moment, armored chariots, tanks, and German boots have broken the peace of more than a thousand years.

"They came for it!"

A man with dirty blond hair and a typical Nordic beard ran into a quaint stone castle. This stone castle looked like some kind of church, but there was a huge sarcophagus in the middle, with old mottled iron Candle lamps were scattered scattered on the dome, and the rusted armor with almost no silver light was piled up around it.

The old man walked out of a stone house slowly but powerfully. His face was flat, his hair was rough and messy, hanging on his shoulders, his nose seemed to be broken and twisted, and the folds on his face were crowded around his eyes.

"Let them come, I don't know how many people have tried to find it over the years, if they can't find it, let them come!"

The old man's voice is like the sea breeze in the worst days, which makes people feel a little creepy.

boom!
The stone castle trembled violently, and both of their feet shook a little.

Boom!One side of the stone wall was broken by the tank equipped with a ram, and the collapsed Leilei boulder immediately killed the man who came to report the news.

Wearing shiny leather boots, John Schmidt got off the military vehicle marked with skulls and tentacles, and stepped on the stone road of this ancient town.

Hydra's well-trained soldiers rushed into the stone castle and searched around. Several soldiers came to the sarcophagus and pushed the lid hard, but the huge and heavy sarcophagus remained motionless, as if thousands of years had passed. Connected into one.

"It's really not easy to find here, you are very nice, and I have similarities with you."

Schmidt walked in, chatting casually as if meeting an old friend. The old man stared coldly at the German leader in a black military uniform and a leather trench coat.

This man seems to be haunted by evil spirits, full of evil spirits, his face is unnaturally stiff, his skin texture is also weird, his eyes are protruding, his hairline is a little high, his bones are clearly outlined, and every trace of emotion is in it. His face was released without reservation.

"Of course, this similarity is nothing but stories that mediocre people in the world regard as myths and nursery rhymes, but you and I firmly believe in them and even regard them as truth."

With a trembling voice, the old man continued to hoarse with the sea breeze: "What you are looking for is just a legend, and it is doomed to come to nothing."

Smith grinned, and walked towards the sarcophagus. The coffin lid, which could not be pushed by three or four strong soldiers, was pushed aside under one of Smith's hands, trembling with dust.

It was a corpse that had long since decayed, and even the armor and cloak worn on it had long since rusted and rotted away. The long cross sword placed on the body had lost its sharpness, and was as fragile as if it would shatter at the touch of a finger.

The hands of the skeleton were placed on the chest, but there was a hollow piece in the middle of the hands, as if they were holding something.

Schmidt glanced at the old man, the old man's eyes widened as if they were about to jump out, and the creases on his face were stretched and flattened a lot, he was even more surprised than Schmidt

"It seems that you are not as secretive as you think."

Schmidt thought about it, but suddenly smiled strangely: "But it's too obvious to put it here. It's obvious that someone came and took something, but you didn't even know it."

He waved his hand, the tank fire blasted at the houses of the residents in the small town, and the shrill screams reached the old man's ears. With his mouth open, he watched the fleeing people outside the stone castle being shot and slaughtered by the invaders.

"Hurry up, how many of them can survive."Schmidt moved closer to the old man and whispered softly.

The old man's throat was filled with breaths that kept coming in and out. He didn't say a word, but just stared straight at the huge wooden relief wall.

"Yuktrazil, the tree of the world."

Smith followed the eyes of the old man and approached slowly, with a ritual-like tone, praising the exquisite and simple statue of the World Tree on the huge relief, like the second coming of the myth.

That is the sacred tree in Nordic mythology that runs through the Nine Realms and constitutes the world.

(End of this chapter)