Marvel Reverses Wolverine

In the cabin of the C-47 transport aircraft, nicknamed the "Sky Train", in the spacious space, apart from the pilot Howard Stark, there were only two people, Steve and Ms. Peggy Carter.

"Mr. Stark, thank you for sending me off in person. I just need to arrive at the designated location in a while, and I will parachute to Ashano on my own."

Steve thanked Mr. Howard Stark who was flying the aircraft. This military transport aircraft was also produced by Stark Industries.

"You're welcome Captain Rogers. I am a member of the Strategic Science Corps after all. You should be more grateful to Ms. Carter. She agreed to go to dinner with me. How about Lucerne, Ms. Carter, if you are not in a hurry."

Howard Stark is as frivolous as ever, but not annoying.

Carter glanced at the cab in front of him helplessly and panicked, then turned to Steve worriedly.

"Although I don't know why the military suddenly sent you to the battlefield, claiming to demonstrate and verify the power of the super soldier serum, it is still too risky to parachute into the enemy's stronghold alone like this. I didn't promise him anything."

"That's good. Unit 107 has my best friend James Barnes. The situation there is critical and we can't delay. Believe me, Instructor Carter, I've been waiting for this day for too long."

Steve said to Carter sincerely that Bucky was the most important person in his life, besides his mother and teacher.

When he reported to the Strategic Science Corps, he learned that Unit 107 was ambushed by the Hydra army in Ashano, and he immediately asked Carter for help, hoping to rush to the battlefield.

"Captain Rogers, the front is a combat zone. I can't risk getting closer. You may need to run a little!"

Steve was wearing a field training uniform and a brown flight jacket. He took an umbrella bag, took a deep look at Peggy Carter, and jumped out of the cabin.

As he was falling rapidly from an altitude of 10,000 meters, the air flow was rushing against him. He tried to use all his strength to fight against the air, and it actually slowed down his fall. However, Steve, who did not have much experience, finally opened the parachute.

Bang, he landed on a thick banyan tree trunk, unbuckled his umbrella, jumped out from a height of more than ten meters, landed lightly on the ground, and sprinted towards the direction of the firefight ahead, the woods around him Swishing across the retina.

"Barnes!"

A stout man with reddish hair and beard roared and looked at Bucky, who was stunned by the shell more than ten meters away. He held up his dome hat, fired at the front to suppress it, and tried several times to rush to Bucky's side.

The 107th Regiment was unable to lift its head when hit by Hydra's new weapons. Their soldiers were dressed in black military uniforms with skulls with red tentacles painted on their chests. They wore iron helmets and goggles, and seemed to have some kind of ammunition backpacks on their backs. It was a long-barreled firearm with a strange shape, like a flamethrower.

boom!

The boulder bunker in front of the red-bearded man was hit by an ice-blue beam of light, and most of it melted away, scattering bits of sand and dust. He rolled over, narrowly dodging the shot fired at him.

Seeing the opponent completing energy accumulation again, the weapon pointed at him with a piercing scream.

The next moment, a blurry shadow hit the enemy with a rumbling sound, and a severely damaged motorcycle was deeply sunk into the ground. Only one of the Hydra soldiers was left with one calf hanging out. Blood came up from below.

Steve leaped up with the Sten submachine gun, fired twice with precision, and took away a few. After running out of bullets, he simply threw them out. With the dull sound of broken bones, he knocked down the one closest to Bucky. An enemy force.

He ran to Bucky's side, checked that there was no external injury on his body, and then glanced at the stunned red-bearded man next to him. With one hand in each hand, he ran towards the bunker more than ten meters away with a child-like step, and put him down.

"Take care of him!"

Steve said a word of entrustment and rushed towards the center of the densest position of Hydra soldiers with his bare hands.

Moving sideways and stabbing, his figure looked like a ghost in the eyes of ordinary soldiers. He exerted all his strength, his whole body was hot, his blood was rumbling, and he raised his fists and feet, and every blow produced a cloud of blood mist and the sound of broken bones.

The Hydra commander at the rear looked at Steve, who was scurrying around like he was in an uninhabited land. He thought of a test "weapon" he had just received a few days ago, and quickly ordered the soldiers to remove a rectangular iron box from the military vehicle. Shipped over.

boom!

The door panel of the iron box fell, stirring up dust, and an ugly man wearing a tattered concentration camp prison uniform, with a somewhat simple face, a strong and tall body, and fine particles on his skin stood in it.

His pupils were extremely small, the whites of his eyes were cloudy, and his face was staring straight ahead without focus.

The commander took a matching laser flashlight, played with it a few times, and took a photo in front of him. The monster in the iron box suddenly rushed out crazily, raised his fists and smashed an arms box illuminated by a red light group.

The wooden box exploded, and the guns inside were smashed and twisted.

The Hydra lieutenant looked surprised and aimed his light at Steve, who had broken through not far away and was surrounded by an empty and dead silence.

Ouch!

The ugly man covered with tiny bumps and with skin as rough as rocks let out a howl that was not like a human voice and rushed towards the light ball. The only instinct in his mind was to smash the light ball. This was Sebastian Xiao's long-term torture and mental illness. The result of brainwashing suggestions.

Steve looked at the huge figure running towards him in surprise. Without hesitation, he balled up and clenched his fists.

"Shield fist!"

At this moment, he was fighting more and more happily in the enemy formation. He unconsciously roared and fought with all his strength.

Bang!

The ugly man was punched in the chest and sent flying, smashing into a big tree that was hugged by a man. Steve's full blow was so powerful that it penetrated his body and even broke the trunk of the tree.

The man vomited two mouthfuls of blood, but after seeing the mark of the light ball, he rushed forward without any damage. The ground he stepped on rumbled wildly.

Steve felt something was wrong as soon as the blow hit the opponent.

It was like rubber with extremely high density, with a rough surface and a tough interior. The explosion that could be clearly felt even when bombarded with rocks did not appear on this monster-like man.

The soldiers of the 107th Regiment around him also gathered up and followed Steve forward. They fired concentrated fire at the ugly man, but most of the bullets were bounced away, leaving little red and white marks, and a few of them were embedded in the skin. But can't make any progress.

The ugly man pounced on him again, hitting and hitting him without any plan. Steve easily dodged it, and punched the man on the waist, abdomen, chest and cheeks like a fixed target.

He could feel the damage to the opponent's inner tissue after the punch was poured into it. If it were a normal person, he would have lost his ability to fight.

But this monster has no sense of pain or fear. Even though its internal organs may have been rotted into a ball, it will not stop attacking until it completely loses its mobility.

Steve's eyes narrowed, he raised his elbows to open two punches, raised his knees and hit the abdomen, hitting the opponent staggering, clenching his fists, facing each other, and hitting the ugly man's temples on both sides together.

Boom!

The madness on the ugly man's face disappeared in an instant, and blood and tears gushed out of his eyes. At that moment, Steve felt as if he had regained consciousness, was full of relief, and became like a simple and honest farmer again.

The man's brain was shattered by the force that penetrated him, and he collapsed on the ground exhausted, without any movement.

"It's too late. It's too late. We haven't caught up with such a big scene. What's the use of these lazy bullshit craftsmen with a broken shield?"

Asazo carried a large black package and cursed as he wandered around the Asano battlefield that had just ended. He looked at the devastation and tattered corpses on the ground after the fierce battle. It was a pity that he did not arrive earlier.

"who!"

When the soldiers of the 107th Regiment of the US Army saw this strange man wearing a black coat and a silver-gray cloth covering his face, they quickly raised their guns and surrounded him. They had seen enough strange battles today, not to mention that this strange man looked even weirder.

"It's my friend! It's okay, everyone, stay back."

Steve saw Asazo and rushed forward, explaining to his comrades. Under Asazo's nonchalant demeanor, the two of them walked to a more secluded place aside.

Plop.

"Boy, this is for you. If this thing hadn't delayed me for a long time, I would have come here to fight."

Asazuo casually dropped the huge package on his back on the ground, fiddled with the somewhat uncomfortable silk scarf he was wrapped in, and complained nonchalantly.

"This is..." Steve leaned over to open the package and pulled out the huge shield in the leather holster.

It was a very thick half-buckler, flawless, with circles of lines from the center to all sides, and a slightly curved shape.

It is bright silver with a slightly blue-grey metal texture. There are a pair of handles that can be worn through the arms without any trace of welding, and tough leather buckles are tied at both ends.

"Hehe, I originally suggested making three knife wheels, and when you swing them, tsk tsk. But my dad thought it was redundant, so he made it look like a round shield, but the amount of Edman gold used was very high, and it was better than the original design. It's a bit bigger and a bit heavy, but..."

Asazo squeezed Steve's arms, which were stretched tight by his uniform.

"Your boy's current strength should have just taken advantage of me."

As he spoke, he pulled out the two hidden swords behind his waist, which were obviously more ornate and ferocious short knives, as if he was showing off his sword skills.

Steve ignored Asazo's showoff. He penetrated the shield with his right hand and placed it on his chest, as if it were one with himself.

The backpack also contained a set of blue-black combat uniforms and combat boots with a unique texture, and a helmet with only the lips and chin exposed.

Steve couldn't tell what kind of material this equipment was made of, especially the silver-gray metal on the chest, abdomen, helmet and other key parts, but like the shield in his hand, it had an indescribable texture.

"Brother, thank the teacher for me, and thank you for running for me."

Steve said to Asazo sincerely, and he turned a little blushing again, with a burning sensation in his chest.

"Hey, I'm just going to take a quick breath. Is there anything 'fun' going on in the battlefield? Where are you going to fight later? I've been free lately, so take me with you."

Steve then thought about it, and hurriedly took Asazo to the place where the corpses were cleared, and pulled away the shroud on the crazy ugly man.

Asazo suddenly became quiet. He knelt down and looked carefully at the corpse covered with hard particles and lumps.

His expression couldn't be seen from the cloth wrapped around his face, but Asazo's eyes were rarely so serious.

"Anymore."

Steve shook his head and explained: "I just encountered this one, but it seems to be specially prepared. There may be more. I'm wondering if it has something to do with Dr. Erskine's serum."

"Hey, this is not your way. I took him away. This guy must be handed over to daddy."

Asazuo smiled ferociously, squatted down, grabbed the corpse's arm, and disappeared into a ball of black smoke.

Steve called out tightly but did not stop Asazo. He had originally wanted to bring Hydra's strange energy weapons to the teacher, but it seemed that this had to be done next time.

Edmond, Ground Floor, Howlett House.

"How about it, Doctor."

James asked Dr. Abraham Erskine calmly, who was testing the blood extracted from the body brought back from Asazo.

"It is indeed a mutant gene. Compare your blood samples with those of Mr. Asazor Howlett, and of course, Mr. Coffey who saved me."

"Although your gene sequences are hugely different, you can all find a source of mutation factor. I call it the X gene."

Dr. Erskine rubbed his brows, looked at the two people with burning faces, organized his words and continued.

"My research direction is not genetic mutation, but I have also dabbled in it. Especially during this period, I have learned a lot from your examples."

"The The mutant abilities produced by each mutation form also have different properties."

"The most common form of expression of this gene exists on the physical level, that is, a person's appearance will appear to be severely distorted, and the causes and results of mutations are uncontrollable. Judging from the comparison of the current body size of all human beings, mutants The amount is negligible.”

James nodded. The rescue of Dr. Erskine was so important to him. It would not only help him develop the perfect evolutionary serum, but also greatly accelerate the research on mutants.

Although he has spent more than ten years studying in Europe with a secret identity, he has to admit that he is not the type to do research, and professional matters must be left to professionals.

"But..." Dr. Erskine said hesitantly. He leaned over to examine the exploded brain of the corpse, opened his eyelids, looked at it, and said solemnly.

"The genetic mutation trajectory of this mutant is very strange. It's like a rooster that was spawned by drugs and methods, and it was done roughly. No better biogeneticist would do it like this."

James narrowed his eyes and said softly: "You mean, this may be a man-made mutant."

Erskine nodded. He could not imagine what method could be used to push the human body to its mental limit, causing pituitary hormone stimulation disorders and reaching the point of physical genetic mutation.

"Stop running around recently and come with me to find out who did it." James turned to Asazo and ordered.

He expected that mutants would gradually increase in number and even evolve into a group as time went by, but James could not tolerate the artificial "creation" of mutants and such extremely evil methods.

He has always had a deep sense of two dangers in this world, one of which is being treated as a "tissue" on the autopsy table and studied at will.

"Don't be afraid, come on kid, what's your name?"

Xiao tried his best to be kind and friendly, but he looked more and more weird and scary. He pushed up his glasses, took something out of his pocket, and looked at the tall, thin brown-haired boy in front of him with his head lowered and trembling slightly. His words were artificial. Asking.

He was sitting on his mahogany desk. In the floor-to-ceiling glass window not far away was a test bench that had not yet been cleaned. Many knives, saws, nails and awls were stained with blood and scattered around.

"Eric Lensher."

The young man grasped the hem of his clothes and forced out a sound.

"Eric! Haha, have you ever eaten chocolate? Eric, try it."

Xiao peeled off the chocolate package he took out, broke off a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it exaggeratedly. His posture became more and more disgusting.

Eric Lensher moved forward more out of fear, picked up the remaining half piece of chocolate on the table and put it into his mouth. It was German dark chocolate, a bit bitter, but very fragrant.

"Very good! Eric, you see, I am Dr. Klaus Schmidt, and I need you to do me a favor, a small favor."

Xiao held a German Cross Eagle coin and placed it on the table.

"It's very simple. Just like you did when you flattened the iron door that day. Don't worry, I'm not blaming you. You just need to make the coin move!"

He tapped the coins with his fingertips, tried his best to put on a smile, looked at the somewhat dazed Eric Lensherr, and urged him a few more times.

Eric hesitantly raised his right arm and opened his palm to face the coins on the table. He actually didn't know what he did that day. The feeling seemed to have another kind of touch besides the normal five senses. Influence some special force.

But at this moment, he just opened his hands blankly, his eyebrows and cheeks were tense, as if he had a difficult bathroom experience, and his face was flushed.

Xiao watched the young man waving his hands indiscriminately with some irritation. After groaning in frustration for a long time, he raised his chin to the soldier at the door, took out the pistol from the drawer, and placed it on the table.

"Mother!"

The boy spoke Hebrew and threw himself into the woman's arms. The woman touched her son's hair. Her haggard and haggard face was extremely dry. She did not shed tears, but her eyes were red.

"Eric, listen, I'll count to three. If you still can't, even give me a little movement, then I will shoot your mother."

Xiao clicked the chamber of the gun and pointed the muzzle at the frightened woman with her mouth wide open.

The young man quickly stared at the coin, raised his hands, the tendons on the back of his hands bulged, and he gritted his teeth and grabbed it out of thin air.

"1"

The unique harsh words in German hit Eric's head with a cold feeling.

"2"

Eric Lensher opened his mouth wide and even roared with all his strength. Xiao had already put his finger on the trigger.

"3——"

"Dr. Schmidt!"

Xiao was interrupted by a soldier who suddenly pushed in the door. He slapped his gun on the table with an unhappy look on his face and loudly questioned the visitor.

"Yes, it's a call from the SS. Scientists from various research directions in the empire and senior SS officials are going to visit the Strategic Weapons Research and Development Department, Chief John Schmidt's new equipment."

The soldier looked at Schmidt's angry look with messy hair, swallowed his mouth and finally said: "You are also invited."

Xiao straightened his hair, restrained himself from losing his temper, and signaled the soldiers to take the boy and the woman down. When Eric went out, he added.

"When I come back Eric, I hope you will perform well."

Eric trembled, not daring to look back, and hurriedly followed the soldiers away.

Xiao seemed to have remembered something and smiled slightly. It must have been the experimental subjects he put on the battlefield that attracted the attention of the empire, so he quickly received attention.

Next, he can get more resources, improve and expand the mutant awakening experiment, discover stronger mutant power, and step by step create the world he desires.

"Tell me clearly, where it comes from."

James spoke fluent German and asked a German officer who had his legs pierced.

Next to him lay a mutant corpse covered with long black spikes. It was a tall, thin, black-haired man with an obvious Jewish face. There was a very thin cut on his heart with faint traces of blood.

Asazo held the Edelmann sword and wiped the blade on a headless German corpse next to him.

The situation on the battlefield was very strange. This was at least the strength of a regiment. On the position, many soldiers had their chests or necks penetrated without any trace of battle in trenches and bunkers.

The armor and tanks seemed to have been bombarded by artillery shells, and the entire armor was pierced. The broken edges of the armor seemed to have been smelted, and some were even cut into several sections.

Sections of the charred land looked like plowed ravines, as well as overturned chariots.

"Auschwitz Concentration Camp."

The German officer spoke intermittently. He had lost too much blood and his consciousness was becoming increasingly unclear.

James stood up, looked at the spiked corpse and sighed, took one last look around the battlefield, raised his hand and put it on Asazo's shoulder, and disappeared into black smoke.

All that was left was the whirring sound of the battlefield and the dead silence without a human voice.