Chapter 63 Red Skull (10000+ on shelves)

".If a civilization is not developed and protected by a strong force, then this civilization is fragile and will be conquered by barbarism sooner or later. The security of a country cannot always be placed on the gifts of others. History always advances on power and strength. "

  “.We may be destroyed, but when we are destroyed, the whole world will be bound together and jump into the fire pit together!”

   boom

  Deafening, continuous applause exploded in the not-so-large auditorium. A short speech by the German Führer, Adolf Hitler, ignited the German military and social technology researchers who came to the party.

  John Schmidt especially clapped his hands enthusiastically. Hitler's words, deeds and legends are the objects he has always admired and followed.

  The head of state quickly stepped off the stage, met and shook hands with the participants, and Heinrich Himmler, who was already the head of the German SS, introduced John Schmidt with great grandeur.

   "His Excellency, 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's unique shrill voice said in a strange tone.

   "Hi! Hitler!"

  Schmidt saluted passionately, his hair trembling and a little messy.

"Mr. Schmidt needs no introduction. I have always seen his work. You are the pride of the empire. I like your name for the weapon research and development department. Hydra, the undead Hydra, is very good, very good .”

  Hitler whispered a few more words, and continued to meet with the people behind.

At the end of the line, Sebastian Shaw, who looks a little different, is also excitedly waiting for the meeting with the head of state. He is now aliased as Klaus Schmidt. Relying on some of his own "research" results over the years, It can also be regarded as mixed into the circle of German war technology research.

   "Your Excellency, I am Klaus Schmidt, and my research is—"

Hitler, who hastily touched his hands, did not say much to Mr. "Schmidt". The integration of the research department was handed over to him.

Xiao opened and closed his mouth silently, and even looked pitifully and helplessly at the departing Adolf Hitler. His research did not receive much attention, and the resources he received were also very limited. Basically, he was thrown into a concentration camp and let He went to find some prisoners to do experiments.

A few days later, Xiao got the news that he had already belonged to and was under the jurisdiction of the weapon research and development department that everyone began to call Hydera. Opened Secretary Schmidt's office.

   "Hi Hitler."

  Xiao saluted standardly when he entered the door, and Schmidt raised his hand in return, flipping through the documents.

   "Mr. Klaus Schmidt, uh. Another Schmidt, your research, let me see, is the reverse of human mutants."

  Xiao watched Schmidt pick and choose and look at the research records he provided. His eyes were not friendly. He could see that the other party was particularly dismissive of his works.

   "Ugh! That's disgusting."

  Schmidt looked at the photo of a female test subject with protruding sarcoma-like tentacles, and continued with disgust: "I don't see any use for your research. Are you using these things to disgust the enemy?"

   There was a big smile on his chiseled face, his eyes protruded a little, and he looked at Xiao mockingly.

"Mr. Schmidt, I have seven different mutation records here, all of which are precious experimental subjects that I have continuously experimented over the years. Look at this, he has become a man with a bull's head. His strength can easily break steel bars. And this, the tentacles she releases can flexibly wrap around—”

"Okay, Mr. Klaus Schmidt, in my opinion, these are just deformed monsters that I don't know where to find, and then you claim what kind of ability you have, even if what you said is true, they Can it stop bullets, can it stop tanks!"

  Shaw clenched his teeth tightly. He had forgotten how many years he hadn't been humiliated like this, while John Schmidt continued to talk.

   "I see that you used to be a psychiatrist. It's no wonder that you haven't attended many excellent colleges. The medical department of the concentration camp must need you very much. Your abilities should be able to be used and satisfied there."

  John Schmidt threw away the information in his hand, ignoring Klaus Schmidt who turned and left without saying a word.

  Tonight, he has more important things, which make him transcend mortals, rituals.

  Sarah Rogers took little Steve's hand, looking at the towering gilt and carved iron gate, still feeling a little apprehensive in her heart.

After hearing what her son conveyed to her, she was a little worried that Mr. Howlett was a member of a gangster, but after all, she had seen the world to some extent. There must be a manor of this size in East Egg, Long Island, which must not be owned by a gangster. , living in East Egg is a status symbol.

  Besides, she has met Mr. Howlett after all. His temperament and style of speech must be only available to the children of upper-class nobles.

   "Madam, please wait a moment, Master Bruce will be here soon."

The butler, who was full of silver frost but hale and spirited, introduced Sarah Rogers and Steve Jr. into the living room. Sarah was a little uncomfortable with such a title. She looked around the elegant living room with a three-story ceiling, and smoothed it out uncomfortably. The folds of the hem.

   "I'm sorry Mrs. Sarah for keeping you waiting. I'm Bruce Howlett. We met."

   James strode down, tall and burly but with a reassuring smile, and greeted Sarah Rogers and Steve Jr.

"You're welcome! Mr. Howlett, just call me Sarah. I don't know how to thank you. The doctor told me when I was in the hospital. If it takes a few more months, I may die. What about Tiff, he wasn't even born yet, and his daddy"

Sarah said that her eyes couldn't help turning red, her voice tried to restrain herself but was still choked, she couldn't help but hugged her lonely son beside her, she said sorry that she had lost her composure, and straightened her pale golden hair again. And asked.

   "I heard from Steve that you are willing to accept him as a student."

"Yes, Sarah, Sarah, and Steve have some qualities and abilities that I value very much. I want to accept him as a student, but the relationship between the student and the teacher is very close and bears certain responsibilities. This requires your consent."

  Sarah Rogers took the exquisite handkerchief from Mr. Housekeeper, said a little bit, wiped her obviously rosy and much more 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 Butler Casper at the side. Mr. Butler understood and made arrangements. After a while, Asazo, Remus and some members of the "Wolf Pack" walked into the living room, all wrapped up. , lined up on both sides, and Remus took a high-back chair and placed it on top.

   Steve, who was a little astonished, looked at the rather grand scene, then turned his head to look at his mother who was also at a loss, not knowing what to do.

   "Hey! Hey! Come here."

  Wrapped in silver-gray silk bandages all over his body, the well-dressed man in a black suit with an exaggerated shape waved at Steve.

   "Little guy, I will bring you a cup of tea later, you go over, kneel in front of him on one knee, raise the tea bowl above your head, and say, 'Teacher, please drink tea', remember?"

  Steve's eyes lit up, and he hummed heavily. As long as he knows what to do, this brave young man will not be frightened.

   Soon, James washed his hands in the silver basin brought by the waiter, and sat on the black square-tip high-back chair. Butler Casper personally brought the tray with a teacup with a lid on it.

  The young Steve Rogers took a deep breath, picked up his teacup, and walked towards Mr. Howlett step by step under the watchful eyes of everyone wearing black suits on both sides.

  He knelt on one knee with a little trembling, raised the tea bowl above his head, and said as firmly and forcefully as possible: "Teacher, please drink tea."

James was stunned suddenly. After so many years, even listening to this sentence in English still made him feel refreshed. He quickly slowed down, took the teacup in Steve's hand, subdued the lid of the tea, and blew He blew and took two sips.

   "Get up."

  James smiled brightly like a child, looked at Steve with burning eyes, and gently stroked his golden hair.

  A Sazuo on the side was also a little absent-minded. When he was young, he often saw that expression on his father's face.

   "Schmidt, John, John! I beg you, the potion is not perfect, and it needs some supporting equipment and medicine. You will have unimaginable consequences if you inject it now!"

Dr. Abraham Erskine, dragging John Schmidt's clothes, he begged Schmidt not to inject the serum like this, it was not that Dr. Erskine was worried about Schmidt's safety, but that he was afraid of creating Create a "monster".

Erskine was pulled away by two SS soldiers, and he sat on the ground weakly, watching Schmidt take off his shirt, let the aides on the side tighten his arms for him, and picked up the stolen thing, which was initially named The injection of super soldier serum, with a ferocious and crazily twisted face.

"Abraham Erskine, my friend, I said many years ago that the best way to verify is to experience it yourself, and you should thank me for being your first subject and will be the first A superhuman!"

  Schmidt gritted his teeth, and plunged the thick long syringe in his hand into the vein of his arm. He roared and pushed forward the serum, and the black and blood-red blood vessels and meridians on his body exploded.

  Dr. Erskine stared at Schmidt with narrowed pupils, and the soldiers holding him around him also trembled suddenly, completely forgetting about Erskine.

  In their eyes, Schmidt was tearing his body crazily. Large pieces of flesh festered on his body, and the bright red tissue inside quickly became solid, like new skin.

  Schmidt's face seemed to have 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 dripping skull.

ah!

  Schmidt howled in pain, he suddenly grabbed the neck of the attendant next to him, and lifted it up like that, with five fingers hard, bang, pinched and broke his neck.

  Dr. Erskine slumped on the ground in despair. His invention really created a monster.

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  (end of this chapter)