Marvel Reverses Wolverine Chapter 100

  Chapter 100 Let me borrow your knife

   "I thought you would bring at least one back. Miss Veronica or Miss Jane would definitely not mind going to your manor to enjoy the night view of Long Island."

  Emma Frost was barefoot, with high heels in her hands, walking slowly with James on a quiet street full of plane trees, teasing the two Hollywood stars from time to time, showing an undisguised interest in him.

   "If you weren't here, I might have taken both of you back."

  James said seriously, and winked at Emma. Although he has shown the side of a dandy heir to the outside world from time to time in recent years, he has indeed become more youthful.

  It seems that the traces of age are circulating on James.

   "I'm sorry, Mr. James Howlett, for interrupting your beautiful evening, but unfortunately, I can't go back with you yet."

  Emma turned around on tiptoe and said to James with a smile, as if she was really sorry in her words.

  James raised his head heartily and laughed, joking with ease: "Why not—"

   Some hurried footsteps behind him followed, James stopped talking, and looked back at the driver Barney who trotted over. He had been driving slowly behind dozens of meters away, and if there was nothing special, he would not bother him.

   "Master, I have a call and I need you to listen to it."

  James didn't ask any more questions, walked to the side of the limousine in a few steps, and picked up the handset of the car phone.

  In this era, wireless telephones have not yet been popularized, but thanks to Howlett's cutting-edge technology research, there are already some special and important areas where wireless calls can be used within certain limits.

   "I'm James Howlett. Got it."

  He hung up the phone and paused for a few seconds. Emma had already come to the side of the car. Seeing that James had put down the phone, he came closer: "What happened?"

  James stretched out his hand, led Emma back into the car, and ordered Barney to drive directly to Harvard University. Looking at Emma who was a little worried, he smiled and said:

   "A situation that has been expected for a long time, it is not troublesome."

   "I hope I can help, I can help."

  Emma's eyes are very calm, and she has a more peaceful temperament, as if the power of the mind is all the time, and she doesn't need to deliberately control the body to let the people around her feel peace and relaxation.

  James looked at Emma, ​​patted the back of her hand, and laughed instead: "It's not us who should be worried."

Steve Rogers' girlfriend, Peggy Carter, was recruited by the New York branch of the Strategic Science Corps shortly after Captain Rogers went out to participate in the mission that night. It didn't take long for several plainclothes agents to pick her up until the next day None came out.

   "Director Du Li, I don't understand what you mean."

  Roger Duli of the SSR New York Branch raised his eyebrows and explained impatiently:

   "Isn't this what you have always wanted, Mr. Stark, this shield and the special metal in this suit, you have been looking forward to studying and analyzing their composition."

At a military base of the Strategic Science Corps in New Jersey, Howard Stark was wearing goggles and tinkering with the anti-gravity engine he made a few years ago. Face.

   "But this belongs to Captain Rogers. Excuse me, I don't think he will give these things to you."

  Stark put down the spray gun in his hand, looked at the shield on the table, there was still a little scarlet on the edge that hadn't been wiped clean, his complexion became very bad, and he stared straight at Director Duli.

   "Steve Rogers has been detained and arrested because he refused to execute the order and openly resisted the order many times. Under the verification of the intelligence department, he has connections with the Soviet side."

  Du Li explained in a businesslike tone, clasping the shield with his knuckles, making a dull hum, and added easily:

"These are the properties of the SSR. You can start researching Mr. Stark. I hope you will make a breakthrough as soon as possible. The super soldier serum has been reproduced. If these alloy materials with magical properties can be cracked, the military can use them in large numbers. copy-"

boom! boom! boom!

  The electric welding torch in Howard Stark's hand struck the workbench vigorously, and the sound of metal and iron clashing echoed sharply in the workroom. He ignored the ashen-faced Roger Duli, and roared loudly:

   "Who gave you the right! Who allowed you to treat America's combat heroes like this! You have no right to-"

   "It's Mr. President!"

  Du Li thickened his neck, twisted a few buttons on his shirt, took a deep breath, and slowly lowered his voice. He looked at the shocked Stark with satisfaction, and said as a matter of course:

   "You really think that I, or Mr. General who is nominally in charge of the entire Strategic Science Corps, will do something to him without the White House and the President knowing, God you know we are dead"

  Du Li choked up his words and didn't continue, ignoring Howard Stark who was slumped on the back of his chair, casually left a few words to urge research, and left the confidential research institute deep underground in the military base.

  From the day Steve Rogers was injected with serum and became "Captain America", he no longer has the so-called freedom of his own life.

  As the first theoretical superhuman in history, Steve's value is far from being an unstoppable super soldier on the battlefield.

  He is a symbol and an extremely valuable property, not even less than the far-reaching influence brought about by the Manhattan Project.

  The curtain of the Cold War has been lifted, and the shadows of the new world cast a mysterious light on the small setback at the top of the pyramid.

  When Steve Rogers no longer obeyed orders, and even naively felt that he was still a free life, the glorious story of "Captain America" ​​came to an end.

  He will become the most perfect research object, the most ideal experimental subject. In his flesh and blood, countless great extraordinary technologies and mysteries of life will bloom, making the fortress and cornerstone of the ruling class even more unshakable!

  Canada, Edmond, Howlett House.

  Bucky galloped all the way, with howling wind, leaped in place to the glass window of James's study on the third floor, stepping on—

  Boom!

   "No rules!"

The blazing blood-red torrent of Gang Qi faintly resembled a huge fist, blasting Bucky who was lying outside the window, and the glazed window tiles were smashed into pieces. Sergeant Barnes vomited blood and fell heavily on the square of the manor, chest His ribs collapsed, and he struggled to stand up.

Downstairs, the old butler Casper, who was playing with his grandchildren and dogs at the corner of the city wall, smiled indifferently. He was inexplicably treacherous. He scratched his little grandson's nose and looked at the two children in a daze. With a silly expression on his face, he frightened and said:

   "Did you see that, if you don't obey, you will be punished!"

  The old man's teeth have begun to fall out one after another, his hair is frosty white, his face is drooping, but his eyes are still bright. He looks at the familiar eyes of the two children, which have been planted with some kind of dreamy brilliance, and he is both sad and satisfied.

Bucky didn't say a word, propped himself up, gritted his teeth tightly, stopped vomiting blood, and walked tremblingly through the main entrance of the main building step by step, not even daring to be too hasty, walked to the door of the study well, and gently Knock twice.

   tuk tuk

"Come in."

  James lowered his head, his tone was calm, and there was no trace of anger.

   "Teacher, I heard something happened to Steve."

"Um."

"That"

   "That's all you have? You rushed up in a hurry, and didn't even think of one, two, three."

  James still had a flat expression, just looking at Bucky's red-dyed skirt with a slight irony.

   "I was too impatient."

  Bucky shook his shoulders lightly. The broken bones on his body have basically recovered, but he still felt a little itchy: "I'm going to the United States right now to find out where Steve is being held."

   "No need, how long will it take for you to find it, the approximate location has been found, and Asazo will go and bring him back."

  James walked to the empty window, looked up and down, glanced at Bucky with an embarrassed face, and ordered earnestly.

   "All you can do is fix this glazed window for me, and find a way by yourself. Also, don't dirty the study room."

  In a certain place in the suburbs of New York, it looks like a high-end nursing hospital from the outside. Most of the people inside are old people and mentally stable patients, but there are generally some stupid patients.

  The nursing home is not that big, but the location is quite secluded, and the surrounding environment is very peaceful. There is only one well-repaired highway that is of the same standard as the national highway leading to it.

  Deep underground, two personnel wearing masks and medical overalls were holding an overly thick needle tube to extract some spinal cord fluid from Steve Rogers' spine.

He was lying on the hospital bed made of alloy, and was firmly bound from top to bottom by four or five centimeter thick steel fixers. There were special huge locks on his hands and ankles. There were needles inserted in three veins on his body. , Continuously inject concentrated paralysis and muscle atrophy medicine into the body.

  Steve's consciousness was always a little groggy, but the pain of the puncture and pulp extraction made him very conscious. He gritted his teeth, his mouth was sealed by a rubber and steel set, and he never groaned.

  Four burly men with a height of over 190 centimeters saw that the researcher had finished extracting, stepped forward, lifted Steve up and turned him over, and pushed the hospital bed back into the square cell made of all-steel alloy.

  Steve tried his best to control his body and pump up his blood. Not only did the medicine flowing into his body continuously make him unable to raise his strength at all, until now he couldn't believe that the military dared to do this in one go.

  He remembered what the teacher once said, when a lion fights with a rabbit, he will go all out. It seems that he is still naive.

   Poof!

  A cloud of black smoke exploded, and Steve's chest sank. He watched Asazo crouched on top of him, bared his fangs, and said with a smile, "Gags are cool, Captain Rogers."

  Asazuo waved the tip of the blade-cone-shaped tail and cut off the harness that was tightly sealed on Steve's mouth.

   "Boy Steve, you are really good. The Howlett family has been in the hands of outsiders for more than a hundred years, and it has never been planted in the hands of outsiders."

   "I'm sorry Brother Asazo, I made you worry."

  Steve was still lying down very comfortably, looking at Asazo calmly, without struggling or urging, he just apologized softly.

  The red devil smashed his mouth, shook his head indifferently, jumped off him, walked around, touched the thick solid steel wall, and said casually:

   "We're not really worried, and the old man is even less worried, but your good brother will definitely be waving his iron arm and smashing around in a hurry."

  He pulled out an Adamant alloy short knife from his back waist, and slashed through it a few times. The thick special alloy locks were still broken silkily by sections of chains that bound the body.

  Steve shook his hands and feet, pulled out the seven or eight centimeter long needle inserted into the neck and arm veins with some trembling, sat up with some difficulty propping up his body, crossed his knees and closed his eyes.

  Plop, plop, plop.

His heart pulse became stronger and stronger, like a drum beating in a house. After more than ten seconds, the pinholes on his body continued to seep out light yellow liquid, and his skin began to sweat profusely, even drenching the blue-white skin on his body. sick clothes.

   After a while, Steve's pale complexion gradually turned rosy. He opened his eyes, shook his body, and heard a series of popping sounds.

   "Let's go."

  Someone outside the prison seemed to have heard the continuous muffled noise inside, and gradually dense footsteps came. Seeing Steve opened his eyes, Azazzo was about to take him away.

   "Lend me a knife."

  Steve slightly staggered Azazzo's outstretched hand, and calmly opened his palm to him. The Red Devil raised his eyebrows and smiled.

  Put the knife in his hand on his hand.

  (end of this chapter)

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