Marvel Reverses Wolverine

"Norse mythology is true."

Asazo spoke in a low voice with a certain ritualistic tone, looking forward to seeing his father's expression change drastically.

James looked up at him, his eyes looking helpless like a naive and stupid boy, and said calmly: "You don't need to tell me, I know very well whether there is any news about that 'thing'."

"No, I searched all the locations you gave me, and apart from bringing back the local ancient books I gave you before, there is no credible information, but -"

Asazo smiled slyly, waggled his tail, and said as if he was taking credit: "Dad, you may not understand. When teleporting, I will enter a strange space or state, just like a world full of giants. In a huge room with small and large transparent bubbles, I can feel which bubble space I can enter.”

He lay carelessly on the leather sofa in the study room, crossed his legs, and continued: "Then I discovered a deep and vast underground space, inside... tsk tsk"

"Stop talking nonsense and speak quickly."

"I'll take you to see it." As soon as he finished speaking, Asazo puffed up black smoke, put his hand on James' arm, and with another muffled sound, the two disappeared into the study.

This is a huge, empty and dead underground cave, with a height of more than ten meters, extremely low temperature, and an underground river more than ten meters wide frozen in ice.

James' eyes could adjust to the lightless environment underground, and Asazo blinked twice more, holding a lantern in his hand.

The light illuminated the scene in the cave more clearly, and a sense of barbaric desolation came over the face. The cave was stacked in layers, and even the heads could not be seen at a glance. They were all giant corpses with blue-black skin.

"The Ice Giants of Jotunheim."

James murmured to himself, these giant remains, which were at least three meters high during their lifetime, were like a magnificent and epic group of ancient sculptures. The stumps, broken torsos, and the ferocious faces left when they died all told the story of the eternal war. Tragic.

He walked closer and looked at the remains of the ice giant. He walked along the cave and talked about stories recorded in Nordic mythology.

"Around 965 AD, the Frost Giants of Jotunheim, a country of ice, attempted to conquer the human world. They landed in Tonsberg, present-day Norway. In the Asgard domain, heavenly soldiers descended to fight against the Frost Giants and returned victorious. , Odin, the King of the Gods, hid a treasure with infinite energy in the human world."

Asazo followed James, looking at these stacked frost giants with different death forms with great interest, and said curiously: "So they are born like lumps of ice, and they will not rot after death."

James released a bone claw, like a single knife, cutting off an ice giant's hand. The texture of the cut was like a rock.

"They shouldn't be as hard as pure ice before they die. Let's go back and do some research slowly."

After saying that, he still gave this hand to Asazuo. The red devil screamed and hurriedly grabbed the giant hand that could hold his own head.

They continued to search and look through the bodies of the Frost Giants. In addition to the simple fabrics covering their lower bodies, there were some rough armors made of special materials. Some ice giants also had huge ice picks extending from their arms. This must have been their natural weapon. .

Asazo picked out an ice giant head that was smaller and looked calmer, and motioned to James to cut it off for him.

His habit of collecting souvenirs has become increasingly serious and bizarre.

More than half a month later.

"Sir, Mr. Steve Rogers is outside the manor. He wants to ask if you are at home."

Butler Casper came to the underground of the manor, looked at a pile of huge blue-black body tissues with no surprise, bowed slightly and said to James.

"Steve Rogers? What happened to his mother?"

"Mrs. Rogers is recovering very well and should be discharged from the hospital in a few days. I have warned her about this." Mr. Butler explained.

James put down the half-cut ice giant head in his hand. The brain and tissue inside were like an exquisite and weird anatomical demonstration specimen. He took off his gloves, changed his clothes, and walked up.

Now James is accustomed to building spaces of different sizes underground in each manor mansion, which is very convenient for him to practice and do some research.

Nearly a hundred years of experience and study have already made him more than just a capital oligarch and a super mutant.

James was a little surprised that little Steve would come to him. This child didn't look like a speculator. Maybe his mother was getting better, so he came to thank him.

"Mr. Howlett, I take the liberty of interrupting you. I brought some stew that I made. Mom is recovering well. She has always said that she will come to thank you in person when she is discharged from the hospital."

Little Steve shyly took out a rather exquisite lunch box and put it on the marble table inlaid with red gems with a slight blush.

His complexion looked much better, his eyes were brighter, and he seemed to be energetic.

James smiled and glanced at the attendant on the side. The attendant took out a set of tableware and put it on the table with very fast steps but no big swing of his body. James opened the lunch box Steve brought, which contained carrot stew and beef. , and he ate like this.

Steve's face turned even redder. He watched Mr. Howlett skillfully eat the beef stew using two long silver stick-like utensils, and praised him a few times.

He seemed to have been greatly encouraged, and he no longer looked so cautious and shy, and smiled happily.

"The beef stew is good. Tell your mother that you don't need to rush out of the hospital. You should cultivate yourself thoroughly." James ate very elegantly but very quickly. Seeing that little Steve was hesitant to speak, he continued to ask.

"Is there anything else you have to do today? You can tell me." For this child, James's patience has never been better, and even he himself is a little strange.

"Well, I can already do the exercises you taught me. I just keep practicing, but I don't know what I should practice next, and whether I can still learn more."

"Well, this kind of skill is not easy. As long as you persist, if you are lucky, you may be able to master it after two or three years of practice - you said you can do it?"

James finally ate the bottomed beef stew and spoke casually. He suddenly realized what little Steve said and his eyes pierced over, making the boy feel uncomfortable.

The serious look in Mr. Howlett's eyes was really stressful.

"Yes, I went back and practiced for three days, and I was able to move my spine from the tailbone all the way up. Then my body trembled and I got goosebumps all over my body."

"Three days!"

James' voice was slightly higher, and he put down the tableware in his hand: "Do it for me."

Little Steve hurriedly responded twice, took off the brown jacket left by his father, and wore a loose T-shirt. His feet were slightly staggered, and he kept shaking from his toes, causing his body to change several movements.

Suddenly, he exerted force under his feet, and his body vibrated the spine like a snake. The force extended all the way to the fingertips that jumped out. Cold hairs on the arms and backs of hands exploded, and the skin was covered with fine pimples.

James pondered for a moment, nodded, his eyes became more and more different, and he breathed out, as if he was sighing something.

"I did it indeed, and I'm very skilled at it. I must have been practicing a lot these days."

The young man Steve nodded hurriedly: "I practice every morning and evening. The more I practice, the more energetic I feel, and I don't sweat. At night, I follow the sleeping posture you taught me and adjust my breathing. I sleep very well."

He saw Mr. Howlett recognized him and excitedly told about his practice in the past half month, and then he embarrassedly asked what else he could practice in the future.

"These are just the simplest basics. There are many, many more things to learn later. I can teach you, but you are not related to me, so why should you?"

James asked Steve with great interest. He was shocked in his heart by this weak and ordinary but persevering young man. He thought that he had a very high level of understanding back then and had to practice for more than ten years before he could initially master this most powerful thing. Basic but core skills.

"I, I." Steve murmured. He knew very well that it was great luck that a mysterious person like Mr. Howlett could help him. He really didn't know what he was doing. Let people continue to teach this magical skill.

James smiled, looking at this honest kid who was a bit clumsy and speechless. If it were Asazo, he might have been flattered by all kinds of flattery.

"If you accept me as your teacher, you can continue to teach you, but you have to understand that this 'teacher' is not the one you have in school, but more like what the Italians call a godfather."

"I do." Steve said quietly but simply without thinking.

His father died in the war while his mother was still pregnant with him. Steve, who had never lived with a male elder since he was a child, had a special affection and dependence on Mr. Howlett.

Although they didn't have much time to meet and communicate, this gentleman who looked extremely young but had an inexplicable temperament filled him with trust.

James smiled, nodded and said: "You are still young, so you may not know what this means. Go back and explain clearly what I said to your mother. When she is discharged from the hospital, I will bring you to see me."

After he finished speaking, he corrected a few moves of little Steve and taught him some new things. Watching the young man pedaling on his bicycle, James smiled from the bottom of his heart, which he hadn't seen in a long time.

Boom boom!

The town of Guernica, Spain.

John Schmidt, director of the weapons research and development department of the Third Reich, was watching the live-fire drills of the new tank, accompanied by Dr. Arnim Zola, the main design engineer.

Dr. Zola is an exiled senior engineer and geneticist from Switzerland. He is notorious in the scientific community. He has conducted many experimental studies that violate human ethics and law, and has been expelled from the formal scientific research department.

Schmidt thought highly of Zola, and their extreme and inhumane ideas hit it off.

"Very good, Dr. Zola, I think the Führer will be happy. These tanks will be put to use soon." Schmidt raised his chin proudly and patted the leather gloves he was holding on his palms.

"Finally! Has the head of state decided to launch a full-scale invasion?"

Dr. Zola, who was short, wearing round glasses and somewhat bald, looked at Schmidt with a fervent and trembling voice.

"Soon, very soon German leather boots will be spread all over the European continent, and even the whole world!"

Schmidt pondered for a moment, stepped down from the high platform where he was watching the exercise, and continued to Zola, who was following suit beside him.

"In two days, the head of state will convene the R\u0026D and heads of various departments. Come with me. We must leave the most important impression on the head of state and let the weapons research and development department get the greatest support and trust."

Dr. Zola stood upright, gave an unskilled Nazi salute, and then said: "Dr. Erskine's research, I think, he has basically succeeded."

"oh?"

Schmidt was clearly in high spirits. Zola and Erskine were in similar fields, but Dr. Erskine was better at studying the limits of the human body. He kept saying that the research was still far behind, even though Schmidt was better at it. His family's threats have not let up.

With Dr. Zola's vision, John Schmidt decided not to wait any longer. His first step in gaining great power was about to arrive.

Chapter 2 3000+ Weapons and equipment that do not conform to reality have begun to appear in the World War II stage of Marvel. Let’s go to the next chapter in the afternoon. Rub it together, everyone~