MTL - Marvel Reverses Wolverine-Chapter 69 variant

  Chapter 69 Variations

  In the C-47 transport cabin nicknamed "Sky Train", apart from the driver Howard Stark, there are only Steve and Ms. Peggy Carter in the spacious space.

   "Mr. Stark, thank you for sending me off personally. I just need to reach the airspace of the designated place in a while, and I will airborne to Arsano by myself."

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

   "You're welcome, Captain Rogers. After all, I am a member of the Strategic Science Corps. You should thank Ms. Carter even more. She promised 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 in a panic, and then said to Steve worriedly.

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

   "That's good. Uh, Unit 107 has my best friend James Barnes. The situation there is critical and cannot be delayed. Believe me, Instructor Carter, I have waited too long for this day."

  Steve sincerely said to Carter 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 Arshano, so he immediately asked Carter for help, hoping to rush to the battlefield.

   "Captain Rogers, the battle zone is ahead, I can't risk getting closer, you may need to run for a while!"

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

  During the rapid fall at a height of 10,000 meters, the airflow rushed against him. He tried to use all his strength to fight against the air, and actually slowed down the speed of the fall. However, Steve, who did not have much experience, finally opened the parachute.

Puff, he landed on a thick banyan tree trunk, untied the umbrella buckle, jumped out from a height of more than ten meters, landed lightly on the ground, and sprinted and ran in the direction of the firefight ahead. Swish swish across the retina.

   "Barnes!"

  A stout man with reddish hair and beard roared and looked at Bucky, who was stunned by shells more than ten meters away. He helped his dome hat, shot forward and suppressed, and tried to rush to Bucky's side several times.

The 107th regiment fought by the new weapons of the Hydra army couldn't lift their heads. Their soldiers were dressed in black military uniforms, with red tentacled skulls painted on their chests, iron helmet goggles, and some kind of ammunition backpack on the back. It is a long-barreled firearm with a strange shape, like a flamethrower.

  Boom!

  The boulder bunker in front of the red-bearded man was shot by the ice-blue beam, and most of it melted away, leaving a little dust floating around. He rolled and narrowly avoided the shot that was shot at him.

  Seeing that the opponent completed energy accumulation again, the weapon made a piercing scream and aimed at himself.

In the next moment, a blurry shadow hit the enemy with a rumbling sound, and a badly damaged motorcycle sank deep into the ground. Only one leg of the Hydra soldier was left hanging out. The blood came up from below.

Steve leaped up with the Sten submachine gun, shot down two circles accurately, took away a few, and threw it out after running out of bullets. With the dull sound of broken bones, he knocked down the nearest Bucky an enemy army.

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

   "Take care of him!"

  Steve entrusted a sentence, and rushed to the center of the densest position of Hydra soldiers with his bare hands.

  Swinging sideways and thrusting stabs, 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, he swung his fists and feet, and every blow made a cloud of blood mist and the sound of bone shattering.

The Hydra commander in the rear looked as if he was in no one's land, rushing from left to right, thinking of an experimental "weapon" he had just received a few days ago, he hurriedly ordered the soldiers to remove a rectangular iron box from the military vehicle. Shipped over.

  Boom!

  The door panel of the iron box fell, and dust was stirred up. An ugly man wearing a tattered concentration camp prison uniform, with a simple and honest face, a strong and tall man, and his skin covered with fine particles stood in it.

  His pupils are extremely small, the whites of his eyes are cloudy, and his face is dull and unfocused looking forward.

  The commander took a matching laser flashlight, fiddled with it twice, and took a photo in front of it. Suddenly, the monster in the iron box rushed out madly, raised his fists and smashed an armament box illuminated by the red light group.

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

  Hydra Lieutenant showed surprise, and aimed the spot of light at Steve who had broken through not far away, surrounded by an empty and dead silence.

   Aww!

The ugly man with skin like rough rocks full of tiny bumps let out an inhuman howl and rushed towards the light ball. He only had the instinct to smash the light ball in his mind. This was the long-term torment and spirit of Sebastian Xiao The result of brainwashing cues.

  Steve looked at the huge figure running towards him in amazement, without hesitation, he clenched his fists.

   "Shield Fist!"

  He was fighting more and more happily in the enemy's formation at this moment, unconsciously growling, and hitting with all his strength.

   Bang!

  The ugly man was punched in the chest and flew out, smashing into the big tree that was hugged by one person. Steve punched his body with all his strength, and even burst the tree trunk.

  The man vomited two mouthfuls of blood, but seeing the mark of the light ball, he rushed up again without any damage.

  Steve felt something was wrong when he hit the opponent.

  It was like hitting extremely dense rubber, with a rough skin and a tough inside. The burst that could be clearly felt even when bombarded with rocks did not appear on this monster-like man.

The soldiers of the 107th Regiment also gathered around and followed Steve forward. They shot at the ugly man, but most of the bullets were bounced off, leaving little red and white marks, and a few of them were embedded in the skin. But not an inch.

  The ugly man pounced on him again, slamming hard without any rules, Steve dodged lightly, and punched the man's waist, chest and cheek like hitting a fixed target.

  He could feel the damage of the opponent's internal organization after the fist force was poured in. If it was a normal person, he would have lost his fighting ability.

  But this monster has no sense of pain and no 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 were fixed, and he raised his elbows and punched twice, raised his knees and hit his stomach, causing the opponent to stagger, his fists clenched tightly, the eyes of the fists facing each other, and they closed together to hit the ugly man's temples on both sides.

  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 like an illusion that he seemed to have regained his senses, full of relief, and became like an honest and honest farmer.

  The man's brain was shattered by the penetrating energy, and he collapsed on the ground in fatigue, without any further movement.

   "It's late, it's late, such a big scene didn't catch up, these sluggish craftsmen, what's the use of a broken shield."

   Asazo was carrying a large black package, cursing as he walked up and down the just-concluded Arshano battlefield. He looked at the devastation and tattered corpses after the fierce battle, but it was a pity that he didn't arrive earlier.

"who!"

  The soldiers of the 107th regiment of the U.S. Army saw this strange man in a black coat with a silver-gray cloth covering his face, and hurriedly raised their guns to surround him. Today they have seen enough strange battles, not to mention that this strange man looks even weirder.

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

  Steve saw Asazuo rushing forward and explained to his comrades in arms. Under Asazuo's sloppy behavior, the two walked to a quieter place aside.

   Plop.

   "Boy, it's for you. If this thing didn't delay me for a long time, I would have come to fight a long time ago."

  Asazuo casually put the huge package on his back on the ground, fiddled with the uncomfortable silk scarf wrapped around him, and complained in a rambling manner.

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

  It was a very thick half-length shield. It was flawless throughout. There were circles of lines from the center to the surroundings, and the shape was slightly curved.

  Bright silver, with a slightly gray metallic texture, inside there is a pair of handles that can pass through the arm without any welding marks, seamless handles, and tough leather buckles tied at both ends.

"Hey, I originally suggested to build three knife wheels, then swing it, tsk tsk. But the old man thought it was redundant, so he made a round shield, but the Edman gold used is very sufficient, compared to the original design The one is a bit bigger, a bit heavy, but..."

  Asazuo squeezed Steve's tight arm in the military uniform.

   "Your kid's current strength should be just in hand."

   As he spoke, he pulled out the hidden two handles behind his waist, which were obviously more ornately made, and the hideous short knives were showing off like they were playing with knives.

  Steve ignored Asazo's showing off. He pierced the shield with his right hand and stood it on his chest, as if he were one with himself.

   There is also a set of blue and black combat uniforms and boots with a special texture in the backpack, and a helmet with only the lips and chin exposed.

  Steve couldn’t tell what material this set of equipment was made of, especially the silver-gray metal on key parts such as the chest, abdomen, and helmet, but it had the same indescribable texture as the shield in his hand.

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

  Steve said to Asazzo sincerely, he blushed again, his chest was hot.

   "Hey, I'm like breathing and blinking for a run. Is there anything 'fun' on the battlefield? Where are you guys going to fight? I'm free recently, so take me with you."

  Steve thought about it, and hurriedly took Asazo to the place where the corpses were being cleaned up, and pulled off the shroud on the crazy ugly man.

  Azazzo suddenly fell silent. He squatted down and carefully looked at the corpse covered in hard particles and bumps.

  The cloth wrapped around his face couldn't see his expression, 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, and there may be others. I wonder if it has something to do with Dr. Erskine's serum."

   "Hey, this is not your way, I took it away, this guy must be handed over to Dad."

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

  Steve called out and did not stop Asazo. He originally wanted to bring Hydra's strange energy weapon to the teacher, but it seems that it will only be next time.

  Edmond, on the ground floor of Howlett's old house.

   "How about it, Doctor."

  James calmly asked Dr. Abraham Erskine, who was testing the blood taken from the corpse brought back by Asazzo.

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

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

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

   "My research direction is not gene mutation, but I have also dabbled in it. Especially during this time, with the examples of several of you, I have learned a lot."

"The X gene is an unstable prokaryotic gene with random mutations. To a certain extent, this gene capable of producing mutations is the same as the gene responsible for human appearance. It has N kinds of combinations and mutations, and each There are also differences in the nature of the mutant powers produced by the mutant forms."

"The most common manifestation of this gene exists on the physical level, that is, the appearance of a person will appear to be severely deformed, and the cause and result of the mutation are uncontrollable. Judging from the comparison of the size of all human beings today, mutants The amount is negligible."

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

  Although he also spent more than ten years studying the secret identity in Europe, he has to admit that he is not the type to do research, and professional matters still have to be left to professional people.

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

   "The genetic mutation trajectory of this mutant is very strange, like... like a rooster produced by drugs and means, and the operation is rough, but any better biological geneticist would not make it like this."

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

   Erskine nodded. He couldn't imagine any method that could push the human body to its spiritual limit, resulting in disordered stimulation of pituitary hormones, to the point of genetic mutation in the body.

   "Don't run around recently, go with me to find out who made it." James turned his head and ordered Asazo.

   As time goes by, mutants will gradually increase and even evolve into a group. It is his expectation, but artificially "creating" mutants, and such extremely evil methods, is something James cannot tolerate.

  He has always had two kinds of crisis consciousness deeply hidden in this world, one of which is to be regarded as an "organization" on the dissection table, and to be studied arbitrarily.

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

Xiao tried his best to show kindness and kindness, but he looked more and more weird and creepy. He pushed his glasses, took out something from his pocket, looked at the tall and thin boy with brown hair who lowered his head slightly and trembled in front of him, and spoke artificially. inquiring.

  He was sitting on his mahogany desk, and in the floor-to-ceiling glass window not far away was a test bench that hadn't been cleaned. Many knives, saws, and nail cones were stained with blood and scattered.

   "Ai, Eric Lanshel."

  The boy clutched the hem of his clothes and made 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 Lanshere was more afraid and moved forward, picked up the half piece of chocolate left on the table and put it in 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 pinched the iron door that day, don't worry, I don't blame you, you just need to make this coin move!"

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

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

   But at this moment, he just opened his hands blankly, his eyebrows and cheeks were raised, like a difficult bathroom experience, and his face was flushed.

  Xiao looked a little irritatedly at the boy waving his hands indiscriminately, grunting and holding back for a long time, he lifted his chin to the soldiers at the door, took out a pistol from the drawer, and put it on the table.

"Mother!"

  The boy spoke Hebrew and threw himself into the arms of the woman. The woman stroked her son's hair, her haggard face was extremely dry, she didn't shed tears, but her eyes were red.

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

  Xiao Kada loaded the gun and pointed the muzzle at the frightened woman with her mouth wide open.

  The boy hurriedly 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 rough words unique to German hit Eric's mind coldly.

"2"

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

   "3—"

   "Dr. Schmidt!"

  Soldiers who suddenly pushed the door interrupted Xiao. He slapped the gun on the table with displeasure, and questioned the visitor loudly.

   "Yes, the SS is calling. Scientists from various research fields of the empire and senior SS leaders will go to visit the Strategic Weapons Research and Development Department, the new equipment of Chief John Schmidt."

  The soldier looked at Schmidt's disheveled and angry look, swallowed and finally said: "You are also invited."

  Xiao trimmed his hair, restrained his gaffe, and signaled the soldiers to take the boy and the woman down, and added when Eric went out.

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

  Eric shuddered, but didn't dare to look back, and hurriedly followed the soldiers to leave.

  Xiao seemed to think of something, and smiled slightly. It must be the few experimental subjects he put on the battlefield that attracted the attention of the empire, so he quickly gained attention.

  Next, he can get more resources, improve and expand the mutant awakening experiments, discover stronger mutant powers, and build the world he pursues step by step

   "Tell me clearly, where did it come from."

  James, speaking fluent German, asked a German officer whose legs had been pierced.

  Beside him lay the corpse of a mutant covered with long black spikes. It was a tall, thin, black-haired man with an obvious Jewish face, and there was a very thin incision in his heart that faintly oozes blood.

  Asazuo held a pair of Edman knives, and was wiping the blades on a headless German corpse next to him.

  The situation on the battlefield is very strange. This is at least the strength of a regiment. On the battlefield, many soldiers have been pierced through their chests or necks in trenches and bunkers without any trace of battle.

  Armors and tanks seemed to have been bombed by shells, the whole was pierced, and the broken edges of the armor seemed to have been smelted, and some were even cut into several sections.

   Sections of the scorched land looked like plowed ravines, and there were overturned chariots.

   "Auschwitz Concentration Camp."

  The German officer said intermittently, he lost too much blood, and his consciousness became more and more unclear.

  James stood up, looked at the spiked corpse and sighed, and finally took a look around the battlefield. He put his hand on Asazzo's shoulder, and disappeared into black smoke.

   Only the scorching sound of the battlefield and the dead silence without a human voice remained.

  (end of this chapter)