"If a civilization does not have strong power to promote and protect it, then this civilization is fragile and will be conquered by barbarians sooner or later. The security of the 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 not-so-large auditorium. Deutsche Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler gave a brief speech, igniting the German military and social science and technology researchers who came to the party.
John·Schmidt clapped his hands especially enthusiastically. Hitler's words, deeds and legend are the ones he has always admired and followed.
Fuhrer quickly came off the stage and met and shook hands with the participants. Heinrich Himmler, who had become the head of Germany's SS, introduced John·Schmidt with great grandeur.
"Your Excellency Fuhrer, 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 with his unique high-pitched voice and strange intonation.
"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 the people behind.
At the end of the team, Sebastian Xiao, who was dressed a little differently, was also excitedly waiting to meet Fuhrer. He now goes by the pseudonym Klaues·Schmidt. In recent years, relying on some of his own "research" results, he has been able to get into the circle of German war technology research circles.
"Sir Fuhrer, I am Klaue Si·Schmidt, 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 unify the empire's research departments and hand them over to his 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 asked to find some prisoners for 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, wore a clear three-quarter hairstyle, and knocked on the office of Minister Schmidt.
"Hi, Hitler."
Xiao entered the door and gave a standard salute. Schmidt raised his hand in return, flipping through the information.
"Klaue Mr. Schmidt, um, another Schmidt, your research, let me see, is the reverse of human mutation."
Xiao looked at Schmidt picking through the research records he provided, his eyes unkind, and he could see that the other party was particularly dismissive of his work.
"Ugh! That's disgusting."
Schmidt looked at the photo of a female experimental subject with sarcoma-like tentacles protruding from her body, and continued with a look of disgust, "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 wrap around flexibly--"
"Okay, Mr. Klaues·Schmidt, in my opinion, these are just deformed monsters that I found somewhere, and then you claim to have what abilities you say they have. Even if what you say is true, can they block bullets, can they block tanks!"
Xiao's teeth were clenched tightly. He had forgotten how many years he had not been humiliated like this, but John·Schmidt continued to talk.
"I see that you used to be a psychiatrist. It's no wonder that 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, ignored Klaue si·Schmidt who turned and left without saying a word.
Tonight, he has something more important, a ritual that makes him transcend mortals.
Sarah·Rogers held the hand of little Steve and looked at the towering gilded iron door, still feeling a little worried.
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 Long Island East Egg, which must not be owned by any gang leader. Living in East Egg was 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.
"Madam, 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 smoothed out the folds of her clothes uncomfortably.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sarah, for keeping you waiting for so long. I am Bruce·Howlett. We have met before."
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 wait a few more months, I might be dead. If that happens, I really don't know what Steve will do. He hasn't been born yet, and his father will..."
Sarah said, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, and her voice was still choked despite her efforts to control it. She couldn't help hugging her son who looked lonely beside her. She apologized and said that she was a little out of character, straightened her light blond hair, and asked again.
"I heard from Steve that you are willing to accept him as your student."
"Yes, Mr. Sarah, 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 handed over by the butler, said something, wiped his obviously rosy and beautiful 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 the Casper butler on the side. Mr. Butler understood and made arrangements. After a while, was fully bundled up. Azazel, Remus and some of the "Wolf Pack" team members walked into the living room and lined up on both sides. Remus took a high-backed chair and placed it at the top.
Steve, who was a little stunned, 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 his hand at Steve. The young man approached him unexpectedly, but he didn't feel scared at all.
"Little guy, I will bring you a cup of tea later. You walk over, kneel on one knee in front of him, raise the tea bowl above your head, and say, 'Teacher, please drink tea.' Do you remember?"
Steve's eyes lit up and he gave a heavy hum. As long as he knew what to do, this young man who was brave at heart would not have stage fright.
Soon, James washed her hands in the silver basin brought by the waiter and sat on the black square-pointed high-backed chair. Casper The butler personally brought a tray with a tea cup with a lid on it.
The young Steve·Rogers took a deep breath, picked up the tea cup, and walked step by step towards Mr. Howlett under the gaze of everyone wearing black suits and fearless martial arts.
He knelt down on one knee with a slight trembling, raised the tea bowl above his head, and said in as firm a voice as possible, "Teacher, please have some tea."
James was suddenly stunned. Even after so many years, listening to this sentence in English still made him feel refreshed. He quickly came back, took the tea cup from Steve's hand, dunked the tea lid, blew on 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.
Azazel 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!"
Abraham·Dr. 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 a "monster" like this.
Two SS soldiers pulled Erskine away. He slumped on the ground helplessly, watching Schmidt take off his shirt, and asked the attendant to tighten his arms. He picked up the stolen injection, which was tentatively named Super Soldier Serum, with his face twisted ferociously and crazily.
"Abraham·Erskine, my friend, I said many years ago that the best way to verify is to experience it yourself. You should thank me for being your first experimental subject, and will also be the first super human!"
Schmidt gritted his teeth and inserted the thick and long 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 felt as if it had 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, Five Fingers used force, and cracked his neck.
Dr. Erskine collapsed on the ground in despair. His invention really created a monster.
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