In the early hours of July 15, 1945.

James and his companion wolf pack "Head Wolf", Remus Pitt, disembarked from a military off-road jeep in a desert wasteland in Alamogordo, New Mexico.

Robert Oppenheimer, the leader of the Manhattan Project, and several principal researchers walked over and shook James' hand, and it was a little cold in the desert no man's land at night, and James still disguised his age and wore a little thicker.

As they approached the marching tent, several high-ranking military officials also came over to shake hands with him and greet him, intentionally or unintentionally raising the issue of the post-war armaments budget.

"Mr. Howlett, please bring protective goggles."

James took the silver-white blackout goggles handed by a middle-aged man, looked at Remus and put them on, and looked in the northwest direction.

5:30 a.m.

A flash of purple-white light was followed by a deafening explosion, and people were temporarily blinded by the blazing light in the dark night.

In an instant, a dark gray cloud of smoke about several kilometers in diameter rose up in the air, turning into a white pillar of smoke, which formed a mushroom-like shape at the top, and then slowly left the smoke column, and the crown-shaped "mushroom umbrella" grew bigger and bigger, as if it wanted to swallow the earth.

The observation point, which was nearly 100 kilometers away from the explosion, was hit by a strong wind, and Dr. Oppenheimer and a group of scientists applauded enthusiastically and cheered, and the first nuclear fission weapon of mankind, the atomic bomb, was successfully exploded.

On the way out, James changed cars, and instead of taking the military jeep, Remus himself drove the Howlett family car towards the airport.

"Have you thought about it?"

James asked Remus Pete, who was driving in front, he was no longer young, he practiced the killing technique to the apex of the first layer at the age of thirty, and with the help of James, he guided the qi and blood into the second layer, which was regarded as holding a "fake pill".

Although the captain of the wolf pack who once followed him to the ocean to find Wakanda is still in the prime of life, and can live a hundred years casually with this physical realm, he can't escape the decay of his blood one day.

"Master, you said, we are practicing martial arts, this word is not in the original, you invented it, and our group of people can be regarded as made by you."

"A warrior's life's desire is to fight vigorously, and the long-cherished wish of the Norsemen is to be able to enter Valhalla after dying in battle, and I want to wait for an era when people like us can fight to their heart's content."

James groaned silently, this generation of wolves was trained by him from his youth and even childhood, and there are still eight of them who have practiced killing techniques to the second or third stage today.

They did a lot of dark things for the Howlett family in the chaotic twenties and thirties, eradicating gangs, hostile capital forces, and even high-ranking parliamentarians who hindered the family's expansion.

President Roosevelt wanted to deal with this oligarch entrenched in the United States for a reason he had to make.

The new generation of wolves is growing up again, and the next generation will be like this, they are killing and practicing boxing every day in the hands of James, practicing martial arts, and being full of anger and murderous energy.

But he didn't have a better way to settle them now, and these people saw and even touched the supernatural powers, and they were not willing to die like this, they were waiting for an era, an era of wanton fighting that James had promised them.

"When I'm done, I'll start the 'Winter of the Wolf' program."

Remus Pitt hooked the corners of his mouth and nodded.

Bucky felt like he was dying, and since Uncle Pete, known as the so-called "head wolf", returned to the old Edmond mansion with a few old guys, he had been missing more and more the training time of Unit 107, which he once hated, it was a pleasure.

After he reached the school yard on the first day, he was thrown into a valley not far away, and stood in strange poses with a dozen half-sized children and even two little girls.

Bucky disdainfully learned to ride a horse for more than twenty minutes, and then sat down with a swing.

The boys and girls glared at themselves with disdain, their bodies rising and falling, breathing in a peculiar rhythm, and a few of them even stood there with their backs moving their spines in a way that made Bucky's scalp tingle.

An "old wolf" came over and gave him the essentials in a vicious manner, and whether he understood it or not, he drew his whip and had to stand up again.

It's been more than ten days, and Bucky has gotten a little familiar with those kids, after all, they are all children, so it's so confusing.

He curiously inquired about how long he had to practice like this, and only then did he know that the longest had to stand on various basic skills and practice boxing foundation for three years, and if he couldn't reach the standard in three years, he didn't have to come again, he could go home to do something else, go to the school of ordinary people to study and live, and grow up and enter the "company".

It's just that Bucky doesn't quite understand why these kids don't think this place is ordinary, and they can't be ordinary.

So Sergeant James Barnes, a one-armed disabled man in his early twenties, settled in the valley, regardless of his "job" here being to raise horses and cattle with Coffey.

That night, a huge strangely shaped blue-black transport plane stopped in the wilderness outside the old mansion, and Bucky judged from his knowledge of military aircraft that this plane spraying ice blue flames and landing vertically was not at all the level that current technology could reach.

He watched the young people trained in the manor and the teenagers and girls around him lining up knowingly, and excitedly boarded the plane, and under the curse of the chief training instructor Remus Pitt behind him, he also walked up.

The plane took off smoothly and flew in an unknown direction with extremely fast acceleration.

Deep in Greenland, in the wilderness of permafrost.

A puff of black smoke rose out of thin air, and James put on a cloak and took Eric Lanschel's hand and Asazo and landed on the solid frozen ground.

Eric was wearing an unusually formal suit today, a close-fitting black suit, neatly combed hair, tall and thin, pointed cheeks, and exceptionally handsome.

They looked around and walked down a hidden hole behind a boulder.

A vast saucer-shaped underground space the size of a stadium for 10,000 people comes into view, which is supported by countless steel structures, complete with photovoltaic equipment and fuel generators, and is purely an underground military base.

Many people in research suits were busy coming and going inside, lined with rows of metal cabins and oval machines more than three meters high on a high platform in the middle.

Dr. Anim Zola carefully picked up the cosmic cube with its vibranium mechanical claws and slowly placed it into the newly created energy base.

The Rubik's Cube was blue-lighted, and the surging energy flames rose into the sky, but it was quickly stabilized by the energy absorption device created by the full vibranium, and the energy was supplied stably and continuously.

"First, sir, everything is ready." Zora pushed her glasses and said with some trembling.

Dr. Abraham Erskine also nodded solemnly, his life's pursuit is to explore and surpass the limits of human beings, but today's "ceremony" will allow him to see how human beings become gods.

Above one side of the underground base, a "ceiling" of tens of square meters slowly opened, and in the rumbling hum, the transport plane carrying Bucky and the werewolves flew above the cavernous crypt, and the four thrusters on the tail and flanks of the aircraft flipped their direction and pressed against the ground and gradually fell.

A series of figures walked down from the plane in a calm and solemn manner, and neatly came to James to beat his chest and bow his head.

Remus Pitt led the other eight members of the wolf pack to the front, one by one to the metal cabins lined up in two rows, tearing off their coats, all burly and majestic, naked and covered with scars.

Boom!

James's body burst with qi, shattering the cloak on his upper body, the white jade body was flawless, and the structure of the bones seemed to be a little different from ordinary people, the body was broad and strong, but there were no large muscles, as if the body was a piece of bone armor, covered with a layer of jade skin.

His body exuded a faint blood-red streamer, and he gently floated four or five meters high in the air, looking around.

Bucky swallowed with his mouth wide open, his scalp tingling, and the boys and girls around him were full of frenzy, and his right hand clenched into a fist against his chest.

Standing on the stage, Eric, who was next to Asazzo, became more and more rapid in breathing, as if he had been drawn to some kind of resonance deep in his blood, his eyes were burning and he was motionless.

James Howlett looked at every face carefully, without saying a word, the solemn and heavy atmosphere of the entire underground space was like a vast ocean brewing majestic waves, and everyone's spirit was stirred to the extreme.

He slowly flew towards the giant egg-shaped energy chamber made of vibranium in the center of the high platform, and floated down from the opening and closing openings above, and lay down in the cabin.

The hatch closed, and there was not the slightest gap, like a giant beast egg, and James picked up the "Styx" serum syringe that had been placed inside in the dark space.

This tube of perfect evolutionary serum, which extracted a full ten heart-shaped herbs, constantly glowed with a glowing purple light, like a light rod that lit up the darkness inside the "egg".

James pricked the vibranium-made serum needle directly into his chest, slowly pushing it into the arteries of his heart, pumping the "Styx" serum to every inch of his body.

He restrained his mind with all his might, and his body gradually came together, just like in the mother's womb, gathering all his qi and blood inward, and all his thoughts and thoughts shrank into a pole like a fetus.

Outside, Dr. Zora opened the energy valve, and he stared closely at the evolution module below that connected to the energy transmission pipeline gradually turning ice blue.

Like a huge egg-shaped luminous body, it continued to increase its brightness, making it impossible for almost everyone present to look directly anymore, and subconsciously covering their eyes.

Every cell and tissue in James Howlett's body is constantly exploding and repairing, the serum is like a violent catalyst, igniting all his cells, the biological energy field condensed in his body is constantly compressed, and a large amount of pure energy is pouring in, helping him to further increase his strength and strength.

The endless flow of Rubik's Cube energy and his own life energy fused perfectly, like particles about to fuse after extreme compression, his spirit gradually blurred, and there was no longer consciousness, an eternal chaos.

After a long, long time, James Howlett saw a figure in the spiritual world of nothingness, getting closer and closer, naked, shining brightly, and the spirit and flesh were the same.

That's himself.

Seeing God is not bad, seeing God seeing himself, seeing himself is God, God is himself.

(End of chapter)