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

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

Thundered

Deafening and incessant applause erupted in the small auditorium, a brief speech by the German Führer, Adolf Hitler, ignited the scientific and technological researchers of the German military and society who had come to the party.

Johann Schmidt clapped his hands especially warmly, and Hitler's words and deeds and legends were the objects he always admired and followed.

The Führer quickly stepped down from the stage and shook hands with the attendees, and Heinrich Himmle, who was already the head of the German SS, introduced Johann Schmidt with great ceremonies.

"Your Excellency, this is Johann Schmidt, the head of the German Arms Research and Development Department, who has recently overcome the difficulties of new tank equipment!"

"Mr. Schmidt." Adolf Hitler's unique high-pitched voice spoke in a strange tone.

"Hey! Hitler! ”

Schmidt saluted passionately, and his hair trembled a little scattered.

"Mr. Schmidt needs no introduction, I have always seen his work, you are the pride of the Empire, I like your name for the Weapons Research and Development Department, Hydra, the unkillable hydra, very good, very good."

Hitler whispered a few more words of instruction and continued to meet with the people behind him.

At the end of the line, Sebastian Shaw, who looked a little different, was also excitedly waiting for the Führer's meeting, he is now under the pseudonym Klaus Schmidt, and he has relied on some of his own "research" results over the years to blend into the circle of German war technology research.

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

Hitler, who hastily touched his hand, did not say much to this "Schmidt" gentleman, and he had more important speeches and arrangements to follow, and he had already vaguely mentioned to Johann Schmidt that he would hand over the research departments of the Reich to him for management.

Xiao silently opened and closed his mouth, and even looked at the departed Adolf Hitler with some pity and helplessness, his research did not receive much attention, and the resources he received were limited, basically he was just thrown into the concentration camp and asked him to find some prisoners to experiment.

A few days later, Shaw got the news that he had belonged to the subordinate department of the weapons research and development department that everyone began to call Hydra, and he adjusted his state as before, and knocked on Minister Schmidt's office with a clear three-seven distribution pattern.

"Hi Hitler."

Xiao entered the door and saluted, and Schmidt raised his hand in return and looked at the information.

"Mr. Klaus Schmidt, well... Another Schmidt, your research, let me see, is the reverse of the mutant variant in the human body. ”

Shaw watched Schmidt pick and choose and look through the research records he provided, his eyes were not good, and he could see that the other party was particularly dismissive of his work.

"Ugh! It's disgusting. ”

Schmidt looked at a photo of a female test subject covered with protruding sarcoma-like tentacles, and continued with a disgusted expression: "I don't see any effect on these studies of yours, do you use these things to disgust the enemy?"

A big smile appeared on his well-defined face, and his eyes were a little prominent, and he looked at Xiao mockingly.

"Sir Schmidt, I have seven different mutation records here, all of which are valuable test subjects that I have been experimenting with over the years, you see this, he has become a bit like a bull-headed man, his strength can easily break steel bars, and this, the tentacles she released can be flexibly entangled-"

"Well, Mr. Klaus Schmidt, it seems to me that these are nothing more than deformed monsters found out of nowhere, and then what kind of abilities you claim to have, even if what you say is true, can they stop bullets, can they stop tanks!"

Shaw's teeth clenched, he had forgotten how many years he hadn't been humiliated like this, and John Schmidt continued.

"I see that you used to be a psychiatrist, and no wonder, you didn't go to any good colleges, and the medical department of the concentration camp must need you very much, and there should be able to use and satisfy your abilities."

Johann Schmidt threw away the information in his hand, ignored Klaus Schmidt, who did not say a word and turned to leave.

Tonight, he had something more important to do, the ritual that made him transcend the mortal.

...........................

Sarah Rogers took little Steve's hand and looked at the towering gilded openwork iron door, still feeling a little apprehensive in her heart.

After listening to what her son conveyed to her, she was a little worried that this Mr. Howlett was a gangster, but after all, she had seen some of the world, and there was a manor of this scale in East Egg, Long Island, which must not be owned by a gang leader, and living in East Egg was a status symbol.

And after all, she had seen Mr. Howlett, and his temperament and conversation must have been the son of a high-class nobleman.

"Madame, please wait, Master Bruce will be here soon."

Sarah Rogers and little Steve were introduced into the living room by the silver-haired but spirited butler, who was a little uncomfortable with such a name, and she looked around the elegant three-story living room, uncomfortably smoothing out the folds of her clothes.

"I'm sorry Lady Sarah, I've kept you waiting, I'm Bruce Howlett and we've met."

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

"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, I might be ...... in a few months If I don't know what to do with Steve, he's not even born, and his dad is..."

Sarah's eyes couldn't help but turn red as she spoke, her voice tried to restrain but she was still choked, and she couldn't help but hug her lonely son beside her, she apologized for saying that she was a little out of shape, and straightened her golden hair, and asked again.

"I heard Steve say you're willing to take him as a student."

"Yes, Saraf, Sarah, Steve has some qualities and abilities that I value very much, and I want to take him as a student, but the relationship between this student and the teacher is very close and has a certain responsibility, which requires your consent."

Sarah Rogers took the delicate handkerchief from Mr. Butler, said a little, wiped her obviously ruddy and beautiful face a few times, and nodded solemnly.

"Of course I agree, sir, it's Steve's luck, I'm sure a decent gentleman like you will teach him well, he's a good boy and will work hard."

James nodded, glanced at Casper's butler on the side, Mr. Butler understood and went down to make arrangements, and after a while, the bound Asa Zuo and Remus and some of the members of the "wolf pack" walked into the living room, lined up on both sides, and Rems took a high-backed chair and placed it on the top.

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

"Hey! Hey! Come here. ”

The man in a black suit, dressed in a silver-gray silk bandage and dressed in an exaggerated shape, waved at Steve, and the young ghost approached him, but he didn't feel afraid.

"Little one, I'll bring you a cup of tea later, you walk over, get down on one knee in front of him, lift 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 knew what to do, this brave teenager at heart would not have stage fright.

Soon, James washed his hands in the silver basin brought by the waiter, and sat down in a black obeli high-backed chair, while Casper's butler himself brought a tray with a teacup with a lid.

Young Steve Rogers took a deep breath, picked up his teacup, and walked in front of Mr. Howlett step by step under the watchful eyes of the fierce crowd in black suits on both sides.

He knelt on one knee with a slight trembling voice, raised the tea bowl above his head, and said in as firm and powerful a voice as possible, "Teacher, please drink tea." ”

James was suddenly stunned, after so many years, even listening to this sentence in English, it still made him feel refreshed, he quickly came back, took the teacup from Steve's hand, deducted the tea lid, blew it, and took two sips.

"Get up."

James smiled brightly like a child, looked at Steve with burning eyes, and gently rubbed his brilliant blonde hair.

Asa Zuo on the side was also a little distracted, that kind of look, when he was young, he often saw it on his father's face.

............................

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

Dr. Abraham Erskine, dragging John Schmidt's clothes, begged Schmidt not to inject the serum like this, not because Dr. Erskine was worried about Schmidt's safety, but because he was afraid that he would create a "monster" in this way.

The two SS soldiers pulled Erskine away, and he sat down on the ground weakly, watching Schmidt take off his shirt and let the attendants tighten his arms for him, and picked up the injection that he had snatched, preliminarily named the Super Soldier Serum, his face twisted with a hideous and crazy face.

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

Schmidt gritted his teeth and plunged the thick long syringe in his hand into the veins of his arm, and he roared angrily to push the serum, and the blue and black and blood-red blood meridians on his body burst out.

Dr. Erskine stared at Schmidt with a tight gaze, and the soldier holding him suddenly trembled, completely forgetting Erskine.

In their eyes, Schmidt frantically tore at his body, festering off large chunks of flesh and skin, and the bright red tissue inside quickly became solid, like new skin.

Schmidt's face seemed to be burned by boiling water, and the whole skin fell off, his face was bright red as blood, and his nose became two upturned hollows, like a bright red skull.

Yes!

Schmidt howled in pain, and he grabbed the neck of the attendant beside him, and lifted it up like that, and his five fingers were forced, rattling, and pinching his neck.

Dr. Erskine sat on the ground in despair, his invention had really created a monster.