Chapter 67 The Face of Evil

   "Where did you find this amazing boy, Abraham, did he make a fake medical report?"

Colonel Chester Phillips rubbed his big nose, widened his eyes, and looked at Steve Rogers, who was the first to complete armed swimming training. First place in the training mission.

  Professor Erskine was pinching the hem of his clothes and wiping his round-rimmed glasses. He took a deep breath and said strangely.

   "I am as surprised as you are, Colonel Phillips. Although he has always said that he is very good and no worse than anyone else, I have never believed it. I just value his original intention and character of persisting in joining the army."

  After Steve first entered the camp, he attracted everyone's puzzled and mocking eyes. His head almost reached everyone's chin, and his body was thin, but he looked fairly well-proportioned.

  But with such a physical foundation, under the same weight-bearing and training task standards, he has always been ranked in the forefront. His physical strength seems to be extraordinarily abundant, and it is almost impossible to see Steve Rogers sweating profusely.

   It didn't take long for Steve to attract more eyes, but it became more complicated.

And fighting training has become a performance by Steve alone. None of the officers and soldiers of the entire battalion can hold his hands for more than ten seconds. The opponent will not cause serious damage.

   "I also think that the final candidate of the plan is him. Not only his special physical condition and fighting skills, but the character he has shown these days is the most important."

Peggy Carter spoke softly but firmly with a strong British accent. She was wearing a military uniform, her hair was tied up, and she had some light makeup. Her eyebrows and eyes were typical of a British woman, intellectual and intelligent. In this male training camp Extra dazzling.

   "But I found out his unusual background." Colonel Phillips said seriously.

   "He has a close relationship with Bruce Howlett. It is said that he calls this Mr. Howlett, who has great influence throughout the West, as his teacher."

  Colonel’s words attracted the attention of Dr. Erskine and Carter. Although they didn’t care much about high-level capital and politics, Howlett, a family well-known in the military industry, still had basic common sense.

   "Are you worried that he has other purposes?" Professor Erskine thought for a moment, then stroked his tie and said.

  Agent Carter smiled. She took out a grenade from the armament box next to her and looked at it twice.

   "Gentlemen, this is easy to test."

  Boom, Carter threw the grenade into the middle of the team doing burpees physical training, and shouted: "Be careful of the grenade!"

   The crowd was in chaos, and everyone scattered, only Steve ran over.

There are no bulletproof bunkers around, and this is not a training ground for explosives. Steve picked up the grenade with his right toe, stepped up and changed legs, kicked his left leg from bottom to top to the top of his head, and pumped the grenade high into the air, disappearing in an instant , and then quickly withdraw to keep the surrounding people away from this area.

Agent Carter, the colonel, and the doctor stared dumbfounded at this handling method. Of course, the grenade did not explode. It was hard for them to imagine how high the kick was. After more than ten seconds, it landed almost precisely. Back to the original place, a small pit was smashed out.

  People in the entire camp also found that there was a problem with the grenade, and they didn't release the insurance.

   Erskine said with a strange expression: "This handling method is indeed somewhat. But at least he is the only one who rushes forward to solve the problem instead of just running for his own life."

   "So if he really has another purpose, he will definitely not risk his own safety." Agent Carter continued, looking at Steve with more and more different eyes.

"The power of serum will not only regenerate the body and break through the limit, but also magnify the emotions and character. The better the better, the worse the bad. I never care whether the candidate's combat quality and physical condition are outstanding, but his Is the will and spirit worth it."

  Dr. Erskine recalled with lingering fear the horror of John Schmidt after injecting the semi-finished serum, and he finally said firmly: "Get ready for the experiment."

   New York, Brooklyn.

  Asazuo has been following his father's orders recently, staring at that Dr. Abraham Erskine, waiting for Steve to complete the experiment, and looking for an opportunity to take the doctor away.

  He had already discovered that there were other people following Erskine, but in the eyes of Asazur, no matter what purpose these people had, they could not affect him.

Steve and Carter drove together and came to an old antique shop in the Brooklyn neighborhood. He looked at the neighborhood with some familiarity. He had left too many memories here since he was a child. He was beaten, and then he was beaten back one by one. of.

  Asazuo waited boredly on the roof of the antique shop. If today was the day of the experiment, he would soon find an opportunity to **** the doctor away, and the boring tracking task would be over.

  He took out the newly-made Adamantian dagger, and while playing with it, he laughed wickedly.

With a bang, Asazo flickered and disappeared, and came to the underground space of the experiment. He teleported several times in succession, and found a hidden ventilation duct location. The scene of being a guinea pig.

   "Mr. Senator, gentlemen."

  Colonel Chester Phillips greeted a group of government officials and military chiefs in the observation hall above.

"This is Clem." The senator introduced to Colonel Phillips a man with glasses, a straight nose, and a suit with a wide collar, but he didn't seem familiar with him, and he couldn't remember the other person name.

   "Fred Clemson, from the Foreign Office, I hope your experiment will be successful, Mr. Colonel, so that it will be widely promoted soon."

  Mr. Clemson cleverly took the senator's words and introduced himself.

Steve took off his shirt and hat and lay down in the much larger experimental cabin. The cold touch around his body made him a little nervous and uncomfortable. He and Ms. Carter exchanged a last glance, watching her walking into the observation room. Back, took a few deep breaths.

  The experimenters were finally adjusting and preparing the equipment. Professor Erskine said something with the microphone, and exchanged glances with Howard Stark. Steve's mind was a little messed up, and he didn't listen. He kept adjusting his blood, and finally stabilized, looking as usual.

  ". The experimenter will inject a series of serum to stimulate the division and growth of cells, and then there will be a large amount of high-energy vitamin ray irradiation. The countdown to serum injection is 5, 4, 3"

  Dr. Erskine finally gave the order to start the experiment, and the experiment cabin slowly closed, like a huge metal silkworm chrysalis. Asazo watched the changes below from the vent near the ceiling, and bit his fist excitedly.

   um.

  The machine began to hum continuously, and six tubes of dark blue serum were pushed into Steve's body. He felt a burst of coldness penetrate into his body, followed by a tearing burning sensation.

Howard Stark pushed the control lever, increasing the energy input little by little, and a dazzling glare shot out from the experimental chamber. As the energy was pushed to the maximum, the mechanical control panel and the cable circuit burst out dazzling arcs and sparks. .

Steve couldn't help roaring inside. The pain seemed to break and tear the bones and muscles of his whole body. The growth that could be clearly felt in his body was compressed into a short period of physical growth that should have been ten years old. for a minute.

  He suddenly felt that the strange strength that he could play in the past training was growing crazily. The third stage that the teacher said, the strength that can spread all over the body, completely broke through the final barrier of the face and head.

ha! Boom!

Steve yelled one last time in the experimental cabin. The majestic strength in his body came out from every pore, and the experimental cabin was collapsed from the inside out. He stood naked on the metal platform with his pants on. It became extremely small, and the thighs were already ruptured. Many people around were knocked aside by the blast, and got up in embarrassment.

  He seemed to feel that his vision had changed. It turned out that he had grown a lot taller, from the original 1.6 meters to nearly 1.9 meters. His body was full of muscles, and he looked like an ancient Greek sculpture.

  Steve, who already had good facial features and contours, has truly turned into a handsome and stalwart man. The blood in his body is like the tide hitting the shore, surging continuously, and his strength is as substantial as it is at the mercy of his thoughts.

  Dr. Erskine did not expect that the final change would be so huge. There seemed to be signs of some kind of energy bursting out of Steve's body. He pushed his glasses and leaned over to check.

  Everyone in the observation room above also hurried down to witness this miracle at close range. Agent Carter had already rushed into the experiment site, unconsciously touching the reborn Steve, concerned about whether he was injured in the explosion just now.

Mr. Fred Clemson from the "Ministry of Foreign Affairs" stared straight at the center of the arena, the experimental subject that looked like Hercules descended, and at the same time deftly assembled a miniature firearm in his leather bag. I made up my mind.

  For the victory of Germany, even if they die together, this miraculous plan of the enemy must be prevented.

  He took advantage of everyone's panic and touched the edge of the laboratory table. Fortunately, the only serum potion left was still there. He pulled out the potion and inserted it into his arms, and walked towards Dr. Erskine.

   Bang Bang!

  Two shots in a row directly hit the doctor. Clemson turned around and ran out after the shot, and escaped frantically before everyone could react.

"Oops!"

  Azazzo didn't care about concealing his identity. He flashed to Dr. Erskine's side in an instant, put his arm on him, and disappeared in an instant.

  Everyone around them just blinked their eyes, and then saw a puff of black smoke, and Dr. Erskine who was lying on the ground disappeared.

  Only Steve shrank his pupils, and he saw clearly the person wrapped in silver-gray silk bandages, but he didn't know that this "elder" who had known him for five or six years had such abilities.

  He quickly came back to his senses, and rushed to the door of the laboratory in one step. The metal floor was dented by pedaling, and Steve chased after the assassin who fired.

   Poof!

   On the ground floor of the Howlett Manor on Long Island, Asazo brought Dr. Erskine to the stone room where James retreated.

   "Go!"

  James didn't ask much. Seeing Erskine who was shot and dying, he just said two words that he didn't understand.

  Asazuo did not hesitate, and disappeared again. In two breaths, a huge black-skinned giant with a height of more than two meters was brought over.

  He is as thick as a black bear standing upright, with thick lips, small eyes, wearing coarse linen clothes, and even a **** apron, like a ferocious butcher, it is daunting.

"gentlemen."

   The monster-like giant didn't react for a moment, but when he saw James, he bent deeply, lowered his head humbly, put his hands on his chest, and greeted him respectfully.

   "Save people first". James said in a steady but eager tone, the black giant nodded, and walked towards Abraham Erskine with heavy steps. The old man had already started to vomit blood, his pupils began to slacken, and he was about to die.

The giant fan-like black hands gently pressed the two blood holes in the old man's chest. He closed his eyes tightly, and the thick black blood vessels and bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead suddenly protruded. He raised his head and opened his mouth wide. Shout out loud.

Roar!

Clouds of black and red smoke sprayed out from the huge man's big mouth like wasps, filled the space of the stone room, and soon disappeared. He seemed to be extremely tired, and sat on the side limply, like a ball Like a mountain of meat.

  Dr. Erskine's complexion became ruddy visible to the naked eye, and his breathing became stable. There were two bullets on his chest, but the holes where the bullets entered disappeared.

   "Thank you, John."

   James let out a long sigh of relief, fortunately in time.

Asazo, who was on the side, let go of his tense nerves and removed the bandages on his face. If this job goes wrong, his father will definitely be angry. Since that boy Steve came, he has been Often referred to as other people's children.

   "It's an honor for Kofi to serve you. Kofi also likes to relieve pain for others."

  The **** man spoke in a low voice. He was huge and terrifying, with a low voice, but his tone was extraordinarily gentle and gentle. His rough and brutal appearance revealed a warm and innocent smile, with a childlike natural sincerity.

  James shook his head with a smile, and asked kindly: "Are you still used to staying in the manor? Your help is very important to me. Thank you very much."

"Sir, although you don't want Kofi to be called that, but you will eventually become my king. Kofi is very happy to be able to stand beside my king. Thank you for your protection. I live very happily there, and everyone They got along very well, and Coffey was taking care of a newborn calf, a big kid who made his mother suffer a lot."

  The black-skinned giant smiled foolishly. James patted him on the shoulder. Seeing that he was anxious to go back to take care of the cows that had just given birth, he asked Asazo to send him away first.

  John Coffey was rescued by James from Louisiana in the southern United States around 1935.

  For many years, he has been using his own capital power to secretly investigate and discover mysterious events or people where the Howlett Group can touch, most of which are false rumors and tricks.

  But in this long period of more than half a century, some real people with mysterious power have also been found.

There is a bleak and chilling Cold Mountain prison in Louisiana. There is a cell numbered E-block. Because the floor is green, it is called the "Green Mile". On the other side is the electric chair used by these death row prisoners.

The local investigators of the Howlett Group heard that there was a strange black prisoner in this death row. It was rumored that he could take away the pain of others. If it is confirmed, you will receive a very rich bonus.

  Under the careful and in-depth investigation of this investigator, and after personally seeing the black giant twice in the name of the Howlett Group, he was sure that this man was really weird, so he reported it to the chief directly under him.

   After a few days, the "murderer" John Coffey disappeared, and the warden kept secret about it, only vaguely mentioning that a big man had intervened, so don't ask about the whereabouts of this **** man.

  James wasn't sure if Coffey was a mutant. His research methods hadn't reached the ability to identify through genetic structure, but this monster-like man had extraordinary mysterious powers.

  He can transfer the other party's pain and injury into his own body through physical contact, and then expel it like spitting out filth. Even seriously injured people who are dying, as long as they have a breath, they can still be saved.

  Of course, he cannot reverse life and death, nor can he prolong the life of a person who is dying.

Coffey was left by James in Howlett's old house in Edmond, where he took care of the livestock and planted the land. The reason why he was put in prison was to save two girls who were murdered to death by perverts. At the scene of the crime, he was put on death row without any suspense based on the current attitude towards black people.

  This villain has a terrifying appearance and a huge body, but he is surprisingly peaceful, sensitive and silent. He looks like a child when he is innocent.

  Coffey was inexplicably afraid and awed when he saw James for the first time. He called "My King" and hung his head for a long time, refusing to get up. James didn't know why.

   After a while.

Azazzo flashed back, James thought for a while, and asked him to bring himself and Dr. Erskine, who had not yet awakened, back to the old Canadian house, and put him on a stone bed in the palace of the old house, quietly aside settled down.

In the end, Steve failed to capture the German spy alive, not because he couldn't do it, but because he couldn't control the soaring strength and energy. , the last tube of serum also shattered on the ground.

The experiment was successful, but the most important researcher was shot and disappeared strangely, and the last finished serum was also destroyed. Steve did become a super soldier. Everyone saw him showing off his powers, but the military and the government wanted The most important thing is to create super troops that can affect the battle situation in batches.

  The new tanks and weapons that the German army has recently appeared on the battlefield have a destructive power far beyond the scope of current thermal weapons, much like energy weapons that exist in scientists' theories.

An experiment broke up unhappily, and the military frantically used the power of light and darkness to search for Dr. Erskine's whereabouts. He disappeared without a trace under the eyes of everyone, which made the high-level officials even more afraid. Secret means, that will put the entire high-level allied forces at risk.

  Only Steve remained silent from beginning to end, thinking secretly.

  Poland, Krakow, Auschwitz concentration camp.

Although Sebastian Shaw was left far outside the core circle of the war by the German military and the "Hydra" of the unified strategic research and development department, he felt that he had come to the right place. As far as the world is concerned, there is no better place.

  Xiao looked at himself in the mirror, carefully arranged his tie and hair, paired it with glasses, and wore a decent brown suit, but he was not ostentatious, in line with his identity as a medical officer and a psychotherapist.

  He is about to attend a banquet hosted by the concentration camp chief, SS Major Amon Gott, and he can't wait to share his new discoveries with Gott.

   "Aha! You're here, Klaus, Klaus Schmidt, you bastard, why are you here so late! What the **** are you doing in your little 'operating room'?"

Amon Gott had already had two rounds of drinking, and with his shirt half open, he came to the banquet center of the room with his arms around Xiao with a smoky smell. This was his personal residence in the concentration camp, a three-story building. He likes to live on the top of the house, where he can go to the balcony at any time and overlook the entire concentration camp.

   "This is Schindler, you have seen it before. We should thank our excellent German entrepreneurs for such a gathering. He got a lot of good things!"

As he spoke, he introduced to Xiao several bottles of good wine, smoked sausage, sturgeon caviar and other rare delicacies in today's world. He also slyly patted Xiao on the chest, and took out a box of simple copper boxes from his pocket. A cigar box with the letter H imprinted on it.

   "Schindler even got a box of these! Although they are American, not German, they are the best cigars in the world. There is no one. I think it is not unforgivable."

  Xiao watched Amon showing off a very small amount of top-quality cigars owned by a capital giant in the United States, smiled shyly, and shook hands with the tall and heroic German businessman Oscar Schindler.

At the invitation of Amon Gott, the three of them came to the relatively quiet balcony on the third floor, drank wine, and sipped cigars. The businessman Schindler seemed uncomfortable, and Xiao didn't like to be with him. Not familiar enough to share their own research.

   "Tell me, Klaus, what new tricks have you come up with, Schindler must also want to hear, isn't it Schindler?"

Gott's gloomy eyes squinted at Schindler, who was not talking much, and urged Shaw, whose alias was Klaus Schmidt. I laughed and laughed.

   "Well, you should know about liquid nitrogen."

  Xiao rubbed his hands together and couldn't help but chatted. He adjusted his glasses and continued.

  “I have always been curious about how the human body responds to extreme cold conditions, so I **** the arm of a Jewish prisoner and put it in a liquid nitrogen cylinder. Of course, short-term contact with this substance will not cause any harm.”

".But when the liquid nitrogen breaks down all the water molecules in your body and freezes them, you start to get sore, and then your skin burns and blisters. Finally, boom! It shatters like an ice cube Turn into scum!"

Amon Gott laughed harshly, and his laughter echoed in the dead night sky. He shook his head and pointed at Xiao. Oskar Schindler next to him put his hands in his pockets and squeezed them tightly. His thighs trembled slightly.

  He took a deep breath on his cigar, and looked at the endless rows of concentration camp camps under the night, as if looking at endless decaying coffins.

   The last few chapters are really boring. Some readers also said that after the release, the protagonist has fewer scenes, the story is weaker, and the black market is also anxious. Originally planned, this is all the foreshadowing content before the release, but it was disrupted all at once.

   It will be advanced as soon as possible, but it will still maintain a certain rhythm, so that the story remains unchanged. I felt more anxious when I went online, not because I was afraid of bad data, but because every paying reader was actually supporting me. This sense of responsibility made me even more nervous, afraid that the writing would not be good.

   I forgot to tell everyone about the subscription data. I remember that the first order was more than 2,000 that day, the average order was basically 2,000, and the favorites were more than 20,000 points. Today, there are more than 5,000 high-end orders, more than 4,000 orders on average, and 33,000 collectors. I have no idea whether this is a good situation, and I dare not ask the editor if I am a little socially afraid.

Basically, it can maintain 6000+ updates per day after it is put on the shelves, and I am embarrassed to ask everyone for tickets. The plot is not very good at the stage, and the number of words per day can’t be 10,000. If you want to make an alliance, you still have to work hard to watch it, but if you really put your heart into everyone, the black market can do it.

   Love everyone.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)