Marvel Reverses Wolverine

Dr. Erskine smacked his mouth and felt a little thirsty. He suddenly touched his chest randomly, sat up suddenly, and looked around the unfamiliar and simple stone room, as if he had arrived at some ancient ruins.

On the stone platform not far away, a young-looking man with half-long hair sat in meditation with his eyes closed and his legs crossed.

His face is very delicate and handsome, but his temperament is desolate and majestic. He has a tall body, but no bulging muscles can be seen.

"James Howlett. Nice to meet you, Dr. Erskine."

Erskine, who was just about to speak, saw the man open his eyes and speak slowly. He thought about the last name Howlett a little strangely, and subconsciously asked: "Where am I."

"Edmond, Canada, underground at Howlett Manor." James said without any concealment, even giving his real name from the beginning.

Dr. Erskine thought for a moment and said carefully: "Are you that Mr. Howlett? Rogers and you."

"Yes, the head of the Howlett family, Steve Rogers, is my student, but he doesn't know much about me."

James still answered all questions and openly revealed his identity.

Erskine nodded. In front of this man, he felt more and more settled, even though he had just escaped from hell, he came to such a strange place and met a strange person again.

"I think I should thank you, I remember I was shot, unexpectedly"

James smiled, "Dr. Erskine, how much do you know about the true face of this world?"

"Not everyone can rush to the beach and take risks, but we can all cheer! Every additional E-series defense bond purchased adds one more bullet to the soldier's gun."

Steve wore a red and blue tights that highlighted his majestic figure. He held a star-spangled shield and skillfully spoke promotional lines.

The exciting music and the hot female backup dancers in short skirts made the atmosphere of the performance even more exciting.

This is one of the most popular performances specially arranged for New York's top political and business leaders. James has never been interested in such activities, and almost no one will trouble him on this kind of thing.

However, when Asazo mischievously mentioned that the protagonist of the show was "Captain America" ​​who has become popular in recent months, he was still very interested and came to watch in a low-key manner.

"Hey, Captain Rogers, there's a big shot waiting for you in the theater box. The senator wants you to go there quickly."

The performance manager came backstage and spoke to Steve who was changing clothes. The latter looked helpless and couldn't help but complain.

"Whose child are you taking photos and signing autographs with again? I have mentioned this matter many times, I -"

"Rogers, this is our job. Recruiting troops and raising funds for the country is as honorable as the warriors fighting on the battlefield. Go, the senator looks very serious."

Steve walked upstairs to the theater with a lonely look. The current situation was not what he wanted, but the other option was to cooperate with the tests in the laboratory, continuously take blood samples and tissue samples, and reproduce the super serum one day earlier.

When he reached the door of the VIP room, he saw Mr. Senator Brandt bowing slightly, closing the door with a somewhat flattering look on his face. He gave himself a few sincere instructions, and hurriedly urged him to go in.

James smiled and looked at Steve who was stunned behind the door. He had become completely different, taller and stronger. Asazo stood beside him, covered in bandages, and his tone was very teasing.

"Hail! Mr. Steve Rogers, Captain America."

Asazo even gave a weird salute, and Steve's face turned even redder. He stepped closer, lowered his head, and called "teacher" in a muffled voice, tapping his toes lightly on the floor.

"You have to know that at your current size, it will be very strange to be as big as you were when you were a child." James also joked.

"The test I gave you seems to be redundant. This way of joining the army does not require fighting life or death."

Steve glanced at the palms of his hands and said with a bit of anger: "I want to really go on the field to kill the enemy, but I have no choice."

"You can come to me. If you encounter a problem that you can't solve on your own, it's a wise thing to seek help."

James shook his head, smiled, and continued: "But you have never been smart. Except for boxing, you are extremely stupid. Asazo."

In front of Steve, the red devil teleported between the two of them, putting his hands on their shoulders. In Steve's shocked eyes, the three of them turned into a burst of black smoke and disappeared.

The vast expanse of reddish-brown wasteland, dotted with a few sparse cacti and groundweeds, is a barren plain roughly located in northeastern Wyoming.

On a piece of almost flat land, stands a huge boulder. The prismatic shape is like a tall tower. It rises from the flat ground with an astonishing momentum. It is nearly 300 meters high. At the top is a nearly circular platform like an axe, with a diameter of more than 80 meters. .

Asazo led the two of them to the center of the basalt volcanic neck known as the "Devil's Tower", flickered again, and teleported to the side.

"Come on, if you have any questions, wait until I see what you are capable of now. Remember, go all out."

James put his hands in his pockets and said easily but unquestionably.

Of course Steve had too many things to ask in his mind, but at this moment he also clenched his fists, opened the body-cloth boxing frame that the teacher specially taught him, and mustered up all the energy in his body.

After he entered the third stage of the killing technique, all the energy in his body surged out without any stagnation, as if in an endless stream. Heat waves surged around his body, the steaming air twisted slightly, and his muscles became more swollen.

Bang!

A puff of smoke and dust burst out from behind Steve, and he rushed towards James. His arms and fists were like two iron whips. In an instant, he whipped out a sonic boom-like roar and hit James' forearm that he had raised casually.

The shocking blow was silent, like a mud cow entering the sea. Steve fired out fists and whips one after another, but James blocked the attack with ease and eliminated the attack.

Body-cloaking boxing can also be called body-splitting boxing. Steve has liked to defend and counterattack since he was a child. His boxing path can protect the whole body very well, and then wait for opportunities to counterattack. James once said that this set of fighting techniques was designed for Steve. , belongs to the shield technique.

"Hurry up."

Seeing the teacher calmly urging Steve, he roared and accelerated his attack desperately. Since the injection of the serum, he no longer felt tired. His body always had endless strength, and gradually turned into an afterimage, blurred. one slice.

【Hundred Fist Clothes】

Steve's fists and arms swelled with strength, and they formed into pieces to protect his body, like a shield-shaped afterimage, like a high-speed spinning top, crashing into James.

Asazo looked at Steve, who was attacking with all his strength, with some fear. If he had just used fists and kicks without using his abilities, he should have been unable to defeat this kid.

boom! Boom boom

James deflected Steve's fists left and right. He relied purely on his own strength, speed and boxing skills without using any energy.

It seemed that the student's attack output had reached the limit. He finally broke through the shield and counterattacked with a palm, hitting Steve's chest and blasting out more than ten meters away, but it did not cause any harm to him.

"It's okay, strength and endurance are good, speed and reaction are average."

Watching the purple-faced student clutching his chest slowly recover, he couldn't help but compare it with the black panther in Wakanda. Steve won in terms of pure strength and physical fitness, but not nearly as fast.

With the Killing Technique at his side, entering the third stage and generating out-of-body power, he would definitely be much stronger in a fight, but he was far from being able to affect the vibranium armor.

Steve Rogers had long been mentally prepared for the fact that his teacher was not an ordinary person, but he didn't expect that he didn't have the slightest ability to make the other person take him seriously.

His current pure physical data has exceeded the serum theoretical improvement level by more than three times. This has also puzzled many scientists. They feel even more sorry for Dr. Erskine. Maybe he is the only one who can reveal this secret.

"Dr. Erskine is here with me. His gunshot wound has been healed. You will meet again when you have the opportunity."

James straightened the sleeves that Steve had made a little uncomfortable, picked up the coat Asazo handed over, and put it on.

"Teacher, what about you?" Steve's words were vague and he didn't know what to say.

"This world is far more complicated than you think. If you look at yourself, you will understand that extraordinary power has always existed, but I didn't expect you to be it."

James pondered for a moment and continued: "I will arrange for you to go to the battlefield when you go back. Asazo will look for you from time to time. Remember to tell him if there is any special situation. He will definitely not be able to help telling you about us. Please take your time and ask yourself, you are qualified to know this."

After saying that, James waved his hand, and the three of them drifted back to the VIP room of the theater. He gave Steve a few more instructions and left with Asazo.

Edmond, Ground Floor, Howlett House.

Dr. Abraham Erskine was sulking his head, concentrating on looking at the experimental materials under the microscope. The spacious underground palace had turned into a sophisticated experimental base, full of bright lights, various experimental instruments and machinery. Swinging reagent bottles, working in an orderly manner.

James walked down the corridor and briefly mentioned Steve's condition and his current physical level to Erskine.

"The moment his experiment was successful, he burst out with power far beyond the data expected. This should be related to your special cultivation skills."

Dr. Erskine asked with interest and curiosity about the unknown.

"Yes, he met me by chance when he was in his teens. Because he had a good understanding of the skills I was studying, I accepted him as my student."

The doctor nodded, as if discussing academic research, and said eagerly: "Your ability seems to be another evolutionary path. I don't understand the principles and secrets, but I can understand that it is extremely remarkable. At least with my current research , that kind of power cannot be replicated.”

James smiled and said, "There are many powers of technology that are beyond my reach. This is why I rescued you. How about it? Is there any progress in its research?"

Upon hearing this, Dr. Erskine hurriedly asked James to come closer and motioned for him to look at the microscope lens while explaining excitedly.

"The miraculous plant you provided is really a treasure. It should be a stimulating herb that stimulates the human body's potential, but it has evolved into a brand new plant due to unknown influences."

James looked at the Wakanda heart-shaped grass extract magnified a thousand times under the camera. The lavender cells were full of activity, and even had a faint glow, very lively.

"It can be absorbed purely through ingestion, change and intensify the body's cell telomeres, and stimulate growth and expansion. This process is best to put the body in an anaerobic state, and it has neurological stimulation. The ingestion process may produce Hallucination."

"And its grass leaves have the opposite inhibitory properties, which can quickly metabolize the effect of the heart-shaped grass taken. If you rely purely on this plant to gain strength, then the grass leaves can also offset it accordingly, but simply swallowing it The service is really a waste of natural resources and too crude."

"The essence of the serum I study is to develop the human body's potential limit, or even break through it. However, if this unique plant is used through serum extraction, extraction and distillation, and then appropriately updated and blended, a truly perfect super serum can be created! "

James nodded slightly as he listened to Dr. Erskine's story. He looked at the doctor and asked seriously.

"So, will this serum help me?"

The doctor thought cautiously for a moment and then said: "Yes, but not big. I have studied your blood and some tissue samples. I can't imagine it. I don't even know if your cells have a lifespan limit." , and the speed with which they repair and proliferate.”

Erskine kept shaking his head. What he saw broke his understanding of human genetic research and evolution. This kind of mutant gene with infinite potential and change, under Mr. Howlett's continuous exploration, It's as incredible as a mortal transforming into a god.

"I need to use your blood and genetic samples, plus the extraction of heart-shaped grass, the basis of the super soldier serum, and re-research and blend. Only then will it be possible to advance one step further at your current level, but potions alone are not enough. To achieve a genetic jump requires a large amount of high-purity energy."

"Just like Steve, after injecting the serum, diverted the electricity of almost the entire Brooklyn area and converted it into vitamin rays to supply his physical growth and evolution after breaking through the limit, your words will have extremely high energy requirements. "

James understood in his heart, lowered his head and thought for a while, looked at Dr. Erskine who was hesitant to speak, and said directly.

"If you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly."

The doctor nodded slightly, looked at James solemnly, and gently supported the experimental table.

"A person like you has exposed your secret to me again and wants to become even more powerful. I don't know what you want to achieve in the end."

James nodded. A lawful and good person like Dr. Erskine would not give in to power and oppression. It was expected that he would have such questions.

"You have also seen the corpses of those ancient frost giants."

Erskine lowered his head in silence. When Mr. Howlett showed him the true face of the world, he took him to the magnificent Tomb of Giants hidden deep underground.

He didn't even have time to be surprised by the magic of teleportation of the man who looked like a devil and had some resemblance to Schmidt. He was shocked by the piles of dead green and black giant corpses.

He also had to accept that the Nordic gods were not rumors, and that Schmidt's search for the power of gods was not absurd. As a scientist, "gods" became a reality, which shattered his cognition.

"So you should know how fragile and insignificant the human world is. Even if you develop a powerful evolutionary serum, it will still be a drop in the ocean in front of the gods and the universe."

"The war between humans is just a fight between several different ant groups. One day, we will face enemies that are far beyond our imagination."

Dr. Erskine suddenly raised his head, looked at James with stern eyes, and asked seriously: "So you are preparing for a rainy day for this world? One day you will have enough strength to fight."

"No, no, no." James grinned and actually smiled, and he said calmly.

"I am not that great, and I have no intention of being that great, just for myself. If one day the world will be destroyed, if I can't escape, I will have to face it. For the coming of that day, I must have enough strength to protect myself and protect myself. Something you care about.”

"I don't like putting my fate in other people's hands and waiting for judgment. Seizing power is what I have to do, no matter what price I pay in the process."

He shrugged his shoulders and finally said self-deprecatingly: "Just think that I have a persecution delusion."

Dr. Erskine calmed down instead. He breathed a long sigh of relief and became relaxed. After a while, he stretched out his hand to James.

"Then I would like to help you, Mr. Howlett."

Erskine has his own standards for measuring people. Mr. Howlett speaks for himself, but he is honest and truthful. With Steve's example, the doctor inexplicably has more trust in his teacher.

James shook hands with him, then suddenly remembered something, and said briskly: "By the way, doctor, don't pay too much attention to the so-called gods, they are just more powerful life entities."

He blinked, revealing four slightly protruding canine teeth, smiling confidently.

"Schmitt, so they can obey? If these monsters are put on the battlefield, the German army will also be attacked!"

It was raining outside the window, and it was already winter in Poland and it was extremely cold.

Amon Gott was in the medical laboratory of the Auschwitz concentration camp. He watched Schmidt go to the head of a monster with multiple huge pustules swollen on his body. He used an iron drill deep from the brow bone to penetrate his brain. It's stirring.

Gott wears a well-fitting German uniform, has a sinister face, deep features, and is tall and straight. Although he lives with an evil soul, his appearance is indeed good.

He covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and looked at Xiao's operations with disgust. Even he couldn't accept such perverted behavior.

"Don't worry, my dear Chief Gott, a group of them have been sent to the front lines of the battlefield. Soon their role will be recognized by the empire, and you will definitely get a commendation order from the head of state."

The iron awl in Xiao's hand was skillfully stirred. The pustule monster that was still struggling with its mouth choked became unusually dull and calm, staring straight at the ceiling without any movement.

"This is the inspiration I got from ice pick therapy, a kind of mental treatment that emerged in my early years. It does not require surgery. It destroys the patient's cognitive, emotional, and pain responses by destroying the front lobe of the brain, plus it also responds to other symptoms. Behavioral stimulation training in several brain areas”

Xiao pushed up his glasses and said furtively: "They will be the most perfect super soldiers!"

Amon Gott looked at the room. Several other mutants were already standing in the iron boxes. They seemed to have lost their souls. A vacuum chamber used for "near-death experiments".

He had seen Klaus Schmied's specially researched and modified monster abilities. This monster, which had just undergone surgery, could eject extremely strong acid from the pustules on its skin, which could corrode even armored tanks.

There are also those who can roar harsh sound waves, have hard skin that is not even afraid of bullets, and have spikes piercing their bodies.

For five or six years, Schmidt has been conducting experiments on prisoners captured by the German army on the battlefield and prisoners in concentration camps. The probability of success has gradually increased, but it is very limited, and most of the mutants intensified by the experiments have very low abilities. Strong, almost no lethality.

Over the years, Sebastian Xiao has only acquired more than a dozen powerful mutants. He has already reported to his superiors and put five of them into the battlefield. Once he achieves results and gets the attention of the head of state, he will be able to By replicating his experiments on a large scale in Europe, mutants will continue to be "created".

And the valuable mutant genetic data he obtained through thousands of near-death experiments also gave Xiao a rich research reserve for his own magical race that quietly appeared among the human race.

Suddenly there was a shout from downstairs, which sounded like Hebrew. Amon Gott walked to the window with an angry look on his face, and Xiao followed suit and looked down.

A group of newly captured Jews were walking in the rain and mud in Auschwitz, being scolded by German soldiers. The soldiers separated the adults into men and women, and pulled the children out separately and sent them to different cells.

A couple with skinny faces, wrapped in coats, called frantically for their son. They desperately tore at the fences and barbed wire of the concentration camp, crying for the soldiers.

"Mommy mommy!"

The boy's voice was hoarse, he was extremely thin, his clothes hung loosely on his body, his skin was pale, wet from the rain, and he was shivering from the cold.

A soldier behind him was dragging him, trying to pull him back to the prison cell, but found that the boy seemed to be pulled by something. No matter how much he was pulled, he would not move at all, and he was even faintly being led forward.

Seeing this, several German soldiers nearby also stepped forward and pulled him up together. The boy continued to roar heartbrokenly and stared at the direction where his parents were being dragged away. Tears and snot poured down his nose in the heavy rain. He spread his fingers as if he could catch them. Hold mother's hand.

Amon Gott pulled out his gun impatiently. He had seen too many such scenes, and Gott had never been patient with noisy things.

Xiao pressed his hand gently and continued to watch with interest. The scene seemed to become even weirder.

The three or four soldiers holding the young man were unable to move him at all. The iron wires of the concentration camp's iron gate were stretched and creaked and twisted by an unknown force, and the young man's hand seemed to be the source of this change.

boom!

The soldier on the side picked up the butt of his rifle and hit the boy on the head. He fainted. Several soldiers who were dragging him lost their point of strength and were carried down by inertia and fell into the mud.

The thick and heavy iron door, nearly three meters high, looked like a pile of crumpled waste paper, severely deformed and squeezed together.

Xiao took off his glasses, and his eyes seemed to see the rarest treasure in the world, glowing with greed.