James is here today to inspect the new successful transistor.

Five or six years ago, at his request, the Howlett Institute of Advanced Technology completed the first generation of tube digital machines, and in the past two days, the transistor technology has just broken through.

As the sedan drove across the street behind the institute, James saw the skinny and short child, constantly holding on top of several taller boys, fighting hard.

He pulled the driver to the side and watched the "battle" unfold with interest.

With his eyesight, he understood at a glance that this skinny blonde white boy was born with an extremely poor physique, and it was conservatively estimated that he would have two or three symptoms of physical dysplasia.

Such a child often does not dare to fight with others, especially at the physical level, but in him, James does not see a trace of cowardice and retreat, this child's momentum is as if he is the strong man, and he does not care about the frustration of his fists and feet.

It reminded him of his former self, and the resemblance made James a little stunned for a moment, evoking the fragments that had long been in his mind.

Steve Rogers stumbled in thanks, he seriously refused and thanked the strange man for his kindness, but his refusal did not help, the man picked him up and threw him in the car, and bought a lot of food and groceries along the way.

"Steve Rogers... Steve..."

James seemed to feel the name familiar, but couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"It's a very common name, Mr. Howlett, well... Very typical American name. Steve said to James understandingly, and he looked out the window to indicate that he had arrived.

"Mr. Howlett, please come to your house with this gentleman for a cup of coffee."

Steve Rogers politely invited James and Mr. Driver, who was wearing uniform and gloves.

James looked at the typical American lower-middle-class single-family cottage and nodded, and the driver just smiled at Steve and didn't mean to come in.

The house is really not big, look at the furniture and decoration has been some years, the tables, chairs and sofas are a little mottled and damaged, except for a radio, there are no valuable objects, but the care is very clean and tidy, it looks quite comfortable.

Steve put down the two large bags of food he was carrying, opened the cupboard quickly, took out the coffee pot and boiled it, and took out the ingredients in the bag at the same time as the coffee was brewing, and cut the carrots and onions.

"If you don't mind, please have dinner together, with your kindness, I'll make some food, I basically learned Mom's best beef stew."

James sniffed, he smelled something bad in the depths of the room, and then said to Steve, "Can I see your mother?" ”

Steve's face hesitated, he put down the knife, washed the handle, and said embarrassedly: "Mom has lung disease, it will be contagious, she was contracted by working in a tuberculosis hospital, you better not ......"

"It's okay, I... I have antibodies and am not afraid of these. James smiled.

Steve took out two thick cotton masks and handed the new one to James, who hesitated and didn't refuse, he didn't want to put pressure on the mother and son.

"Mom, this is Mr. Bruce Howlett, he's sending me back today, it's my mom, Sarah."

It could be seen that Steve Rogers' mother must have been a gentle and beautiful woman when she was young, her blonde hair was a little dull, her cheeks were sunken, and her breathing was not very smooth.

"Steve, how can you let a guest come in and see me, I'm sorry, Mr. Howlett, I'm not doing well, please get out of this room quickly."

"Out of the way, ma'am." James waved his hand and continued, "I'm also a doctor, can I help you take a look." ”

He walked over to Madame Rogers' bedside and put his fingers on her wrists.

After a while, he and Steve returned to the living room, and Steve, who was the same age with a serious face, said, "Your mother's condition is very bad, she needs to go to the hospital immediately to do the best treatment, otherwise." ”

James shook his head and looked at Steve, who was struggling.

"We, we can't go to the hospital, my mother has been raising me alone, and in the past few years, I have a part-time job in a tuberculosis hospital in order to make my life better, and I have contracted ......"

James didn't respond, just walked out of the house, waved at the driver who was standing outside, and the driver came forward neatly, listened to a few instructions, and hurriedly left.

Before the meal was ready, a medical care van drove in from outside the community and stopped at the door of Steve's house, and several doctors in white clothes walked up with stretchers.

Steve Rogers watched in a panic as the nurses gently placed her mother on the stretcher, and Mr. Howlett explained something to her comfortingly.

Mrs. Rogers waved at little Steve, summoned her to her side, and was carried into the car by the paramedics.

"I know you're puzzled, but if I'm a little hypocritical, I see me in you... A shadow of my best friend, who has been gone for many years..."

James didn't wait for the boy to ask, he said to himself, for him this is just a casual help, people have lived for a long time, and more or less value fate.

"Steve! Steve! Aunt Sarah, what's wrong with him! ”

A sturdy-looking black-haired boy ran over, saw the ambulance driving away in front of the house, and asked little Steve eagerly.

"It's okay, Bucky, Mommy needs to go to the hospital for treatment, it's this gentleman who helps."

The boy named Bucky seems to have an instinctive habit of protecting Steve, and he examines James with a rather mature and wary eye.

James smiled, bowed his head to Steve, and finally said, "Have dinner with your friends, go see your mother in the hospital tomorrow, and then look for me at the Howlett Manor in East Egg, Long Island." ”

The black stretch car attracted many residents of the community to stand and watch it slowly drive out of this overly modest and cheap neighborhood.

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“...... Odin, the supreme and powerful king of the Nine Worlds, defeated the frost giants from Jotunheim and protected the human world, and the world has glorified the glorious deeds of the god-king and the gods of Asgard......"

John Schmidt flipped through the thick ancient books with some decaying materials, which recorded the story of Odin, the god king of Norse mythology, who came to the world to fight off the frost giants, and he left the treasures of infinite power and energy in the world and hid them.

Schmidt climbed very quickly in the Deutsche Institute over the years, he was a typical careerist, not a good scientist, and even put the pursuit of power into a myth, in Johann Schmidt's heart, power is power.

When the country's new chancellor, Adolf Hitler, came to power, there seemed to be an inexplicable wave of fanaticism, Germanic nationalism was promoted to the extreme, and the German people spontaneously developed a sense of extreme superiority of the world's most perfect race.

Germany's defeat in the world war, the depressed and increasingly sad days of the Great Depression intensified the anger of the country and the nation.

Schmidt watched the Institute's frenzied research on new weapons, such as tanks, artificial exoskeletons, and high-power extermination weapons such as biochemical creatures for several years, surging the extreme thirst for control.

"Researcher Schmidt, you don't take these myths and legends seriously, do you?"

Mr. Ernst Kaufmann, the head of the German State Weapons Research and Development Department, could not help but say in a somewhat sarcastic tone when he saw Johann Schmidt studying in his office.

Schmidt closed the book quietly, coughed lightly, and corrected: "It's the deputy director, Mr. Kaufman, and if it is determined that it does not exist just because it was not discovered, then the world should return to the primitive society." ”

John Schmidt did not intend to show weakness in front of his immediate boss, and Schmidt, who was more politically sensitive, expected that the Kaufman director, who could not figure out his side, would not be able to do it for long.

"I hope that you, as the deputy director, can focus on the actual business of weapons research and development, rather than when you go to work-"

Kaufman looked at the cover of the book again, and the Norse Mythology was written in ancient script, and he snorted and ignored it.

On the other side, Schmidt's alumnus and former colleague, Dr. Abraham Erskine, is attending a scientific and technological summit in Geneva, Switzerland.

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"Can I take your time, Dr. Erskine?"

A man with a small beard and a small beard stepped forward, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Howard Stark, from Stark Industries, the best company in the United States in applied technology. ”

"As far as I know, the most technologically advanced research institution in the United States should be the Howlett Institute."

Dr. Erskine shook Howard Stark's hand with a smile on his face.

Stark laughed and said with a bit of arrogance: "The Howlett Group came to talk to me, hoping to buy Stark Industries, they are very powerful, and the price is ridiculously high, but I don't want to be one of the researchers, I have a lot of confidence in Stark Industries." ”

Dr. Erskine found this Mr. Stark to be a very interesting man, very free-spirited, even loose, not as purposeful as a businessman, and more energetic than many of those who were engaged in research.

"Dr. Erskine, I have read your paper this year on the feasibility of the human body's extreme evolution, and I have also studied the energy rays mentioned in it as an experimental aid......

Howard Stark and Dr. Erskine chatted speculatively, and the two actually had a research intersection, which made Dr. Ersskin very happy, his serum research has already taken some rudimentary shape, but the current situation in Germany makes Dr. Erskine even more worried.

From June 30 to July 2, 1934, German Chancellor Adolf Hitler raised the butcher's knife to further control the country and the army and eliminate dissent and instability.

Johann Schmidt and Heinrich Schim came to kill Ernst Kaufmann that night.

Schmidt took over the weapons research and development department, and with the mythical and legendary hydra as a symbol, he raised a banner to the outside world, and recruited Dr. Anim Zola to develop the soldier's exoskeleton auxiliary armor and new weapons and equipment.

In 1935, when the German Führer signed the "Anti-Semitic Law" to search for Jews throughout the country, Schmidt acted quickly and captured the fugitive Dr. Erskine and his family on the border between Germany and Switzerland.

In order to force Dr. Eikins to complete the serum research on the extreme evolution of the human body as soon as possible, Schmidt threw Erskine's family into the infamous Dachau concentration camp.

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Steve Rogers rode his bike from Brooklyn to East Egg on Long Island for more than an hour, and it was a death toll for his body.

Steve pushes through the openwork iron gates and into the Howlett estate still wonders whether this is a private house or an elaborate artistic garden, with a variety of different styles, distinctly exotic sculptures and gardening, scattered but arranged in a certain composition.

The meadow is lined with huge old thorn bushes, strong and knotty, as large as an oak tree, and further afield is the high-rise observation deck with a panoramic view of Long Island, as well as lakes and streams that surround the entire estate.

Steve stammered, explaining to the elegant attendant who guided him into the living room, saying that he was not a young master, and looked at the delicate refreshments and iced tea, as well as coffee and juice for him to choose from, and became even more uncomfortable.

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"Here we go."

James went downstairs and greeted Steve, and the young man, who was much more restrained about Mr. Howlett because of the appalling eye-catchers of the manor, got up and said hello uncomfortably.

"Your mother should have been there, you can be hospitalized with peace of mind, I see that your body is not very good, let you come over today, teach you some simple exercise methods, and go back in the future to practice more, it is good for the body."

James gestured, and two waiters stepped forward and moved the snack drink served to Steve to a small courtyard next to the living room, and Steve followed in confusion, watching Mr. Howlett make a horse-riding gesture with some strange feeling.

With James's current cultivation realm, especially after condensing the spiritual qi and blood of the whole body and using the body as an experimental tool, the practice method of regulating the body and improving the physical fitness has long been improved to an unimaginable level.

He taught Steve a few step-by-step movements, with different breathing rhythms and ways for each movement, and told him what posture to pose when sleeping, how to breathe physically differently from the chest and lungs, and how to imagine some intentions and images in his mind.

Steve's physique is indeed very poor, and James deliberately released some strength when he instructed him to move, and walked around his body, which was really not much better than his previous life.

But this teenage and semi-old child does have a bit of understanding, and he has mastered the essentials of movement and breathing very quickly, which can't help but make James feel a little more comfortable, and he feels more and more that he overlaps with his former self.

"Okay, that's basically it, you go back and practice three times a day in the morning and evening, remember this sleeping posture and breathing rhythm, and one day, you will find that you can make the spine fluctuate, and your skin will actively raise goosebumps, even if you practice at home, your body will be much better in the future."

James showed Steve the skin on the back of his hand that was as shiny as jade and the pores were difficult to see, and suddenly there were dense pimples the size of sesame seeds.

"Mr. Howlett, I don't know... I don't know how to thank you, when my mother is well, can you please go and eat the beef stew she made, she specially instructed me this morning. ”

Steve asked, a little apprehensive, rubbing his toes against the ground slightly.

"We'll meet if I get the chance, work out, little Steve, remember, can't back down, but it's worth it."

James finally mentioned leaving Steve for dinner, and the boy planned to go back early, make some food, and send it to his mother tomorrow.

He didn't do much to keep it, this episode was just his own whim, he has been a human for more than a hundred years in two lives, and the deepest memories are almost illusory.

The intersection of fate with this teenager should end here.

Burst!

At night, in James's study, Asa teleported to the left.

James looked at the thick enveloped book, didn't look up, and asked in a surging voice, "Is there any news?" ”