MTL - Marvel Reverses Wolverine-Chapter 65 join the army

  Chapter 65 Joining 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!

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

  Steve, his mother Sarah, and his partner Bucky's family screamed excitedly. They are all Dodgers fans. In fact, there is no Brooklynite who is not a Dodgers fan.

   "I should definitely invite 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 a lot of important events, and he doesn't have time to spend watching baseball games."

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 with one hand proudly, and the thick black font below capitalized: IWANTYOU!

  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 consider, the United States is still far away from this war."

  The young Steve Rogers hurried 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 7, 1941, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor, sank four battleships and two destroyers, and destroyed 188 aircraft. About 2,400 American soldiers were killed and more than 1,000 were injured. startle.

  Long Island, New York, Howlett Estate.

  “.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 you.”

  James put down the yellow-glazed telephone receiver 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 almost moved Lincoln out."

   After hearing what James said, 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. Please cooperate as much as possible. New York City will set up a military-controlled area and initially name it Manhattan. I will also come forward later."

   James finally ordered that he hadn’t seen outsiders very much for some years, and he had to make some disguises every time, but for the Manhattan Project, Roosevelt hoped that he would be able to 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 the American people, fully mobilizing the United States to participate in the war.

   A few days later, the manor went underground.

Steve's footsteps nimbly interspersed and changed positions, swinging his arms, like a shield constantly parrying the opponent's attack. The opponent was a tall, burly brown-haired man in his early thirties, with a lot of attack methods. Strong and wild, his hands are always in the shape of claws, and a crack can be torn off when touching the body.

   Bang Bang!

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 .

   "Here we go today, Colin, there is 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 knows himself as a student too well. In the past month of duel training, 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."

  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 disagrees, very strongly."

  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 his 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 excellent. You are only one step away from the third stage. Although you look thin, you can beat yourself to the ground with your 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 calmed down and said, facing the teacher’s gaze.

"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 finishing it, I will agree with you to join the army. Let me talk about your mother."

  Steve looked at the teacher's strange smile and shivered slightly. Not only had he been practicing hand-to-hand combat skills these years, but he also experienced those hellish "tortures" while training the wolf pack members with James.

  He got a glimpse of the teacher's secret, but it was like a small peak exposed 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 well-known 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 are used to calling it "Hell's Kitchen".

  Steve Rogers sat in the car, looking at a file bag that the teacher handed him with a stern expression.

   "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 an extreme man of madness and violence. He was originally a lunatic."

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

  The driver slowly stopped 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 looked back at the car at the end of the road again, and walked down with his fists clenched.

  Stink, fishy smell, and the messy and piercing jazz music 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 shining eyes were scooping up dollars in front of the bald man.

   "Gibson Cullen?"

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

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

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

  Steve roared with some anger: "If a **** 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, and the sound of the pistol being loaded, Gibson Cullen skillfully took out a revolver from under the table, facing this strange young man.

  Steve is a little nervous. He has trained how to deal with firearms at various distances, but this is the first time he has faced an opponent who may actually shoot himself.

   "Hey, I think his clothes are pretty good, like some rich family."

  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.

   Bang! boom!

Just as the man's hand was about to touch Steve, **** 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, gunfire."

  Colin turned around from the co-pilot worriedly, looked at James, and the latter was still sipping his cigar calmly, as if he didn't hear 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 he finished speaking, Steve Rogers walked up with his hair disheveled and absent minded. 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 the clothes and come in again, it stinks to death."

  Steve was stunned 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 then sat in.

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

  James didn't ask anything, 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 still speaks naturally, and he really doesn’t care how Steve handles it. Even if he sees the gun, his legs are weak and he knocks his head and runs out, it can be regarded as he has recognized his own face.

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

  After that, Steve grinned in embarrassment, a bit like his shy look when he was a child, but James gave him a strange look. His killing skills and killing skills really killed people, but he experienced 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, allergic inflammation, and then looked 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.

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

   "Sir! Listen to me, although I look short and, besides, I have these little problems, but I am strong enough, 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 around 180 centimeters tall, and all of them were naked from the waist up. Offended, but 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.

   "Watch."

   Bang!

  Steve punched through the wooden table in front of the examiner, and he pulled out his arm swiftly, but there were no injuries.

   "Oh Falk!"

  Before Steve had time to be proud, he was about to say a few words of his own ability, when the officer in front of him shouted.

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

  Two soldiers who were responsible for maintaining the order of the appearance quickly walked to Steve, one on the left and one on the right, crossed the troublesome boy, and stood 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. It is located on the top of Tonsberg Bay. It is one of the oldest towns in Norway. 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. During the Viking period of Vikings, this place once flourished.

  However, for thousands of years, the town has been peaceful like a pool of stagnant water. At this moment, armored chariots, tanks, and German boots broke 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, draped over his shoulders, his nose seemed to be broken, 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 voice of the old man is like the sea breeze on the worst day, 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.

  John Schmidt, wearing shiny leather boots, 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 guys are nice, and I have similarities with you."

  Schmidt strolled in, and chatted 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 else, but a story that mediocre people in the world regard as myths and nursery rhymes, but you and I firmly believe in it, and even regard it as truth."

  The old man trembled, and continued to hoarse with that sea breeze-like voice: "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.

  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.

   "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 ears of the old man. 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 leaned over to the old man and whispered softly.

  The only thing left in the old man's throat was the breath that kept coming in and out. He didn't say a word, but stared straight at the huge wooden relief wall.

   "Yuktrazil, the tree of the world."

  Smith approached slowly following the eyes of the old man, praising the exquisite and simple statue of the World Tree on the huge relief sculpture with a certain ritual tone.

   That is the sacred tree in Norse mythology that runs through the nine realms and constitutes the world.

  (end of this chapter)