Even Steve Rodgers, who has been raised under James' wing since he was a teenager, is the first time he's heard him say such outspoken words.

Steve thought about it and didn't make a sound, but Bucky on the side nodded easily and easily, the corners of his mouth hooked, and said loudly.

"Teacher, I don't think I can be a wolf."

"Tell me about it." James encouraged with interest.

Bucky, who was no longer one-armed, suddenly changed his temperament, thought about it, and preached frankly.

"Opper and Colin have grown up together since childhood, and their mutual affection is actually very deep, and on the cliff of the snowy peak, Mr. Remus Pitt clearly hinted that only one person can survive after climbing to the top, and no one will do anything from beginning to end."

"Colin Pitt is very strong, we were three people together, and I finally got a chance, even if I make up for the broken arm now, I can't beat him head-on, Colin is the one who is suitable to be the first wolf."

James bowed slightly, looked at Steve again, and smiled.

"You're very brainy, yes, you're not fit to lead a pack."

He looked at Bucky with some appreciation, and Steve's good brother treats a lot of things, free and easy, not stubborn.

"Although your actions on the cliff have awakened them and won a certain amount of recognition, but being a wolf still can't convince the public, let's continue the training for the time being, and after a while, we will implement the first round of the 'Wolf Winter' plan."

James looked at Steve, who obviously had something to say, and teased, "How is it, how are you getting along with the girl?" ”

World War II hero, the heroic and invincible Captain Rogers touched his nose, glared at Bucky, who was sneering, raised his eyelids, and said embarrassedly.

"I'm okay with Peggy, it's not bad, she'll teach me to dance when she has time. But what you told me before, I now feel what it means. ”

Steve took a deep breath, exhaled a long breath, and sat down on the bench beside him.

After the end of the war, the importance of the Strategic Science Corps to the state and the military has not decreased but increased, and the emergence of supernatural weapons and forces in World War II has given birth to the ultimate force of human and technological destruction.

and the bipolar confrontation pattern that sank under the boundless deep sea and gradually surfaced, making the major powers more and more exhausted.

"It's hard for me to accept that an ally who once fought together against Phassis has become a new enemy in the blink of an eye, and that all the fear and insecurity is caused by the rhetoric of politicians."

Steve fumbled for the insignia of the Strategic Science Corps on the cufflinks, his blue eyes a little dim, and his brow furrowed.

"The SSR is not as pure as it used to be, the military and the government have changed management, Colonel Phillips has been transferred, he is old, and he will soon retire with honor."

"Peggy is now working in a bureau at the headquarters in New York, and according to her, it is all administrative work, and she doesn't even have the opportunity to go out to work."

James looked at Steve like a child complaining about his work in front of his parents, raised his eyebrows, and asked a simple question.

"What do you think?"

Steve lowered his head, stared at the military boots under his feet, hesitated for a moment, looked up into James' eyes, and replied seriously.

"I want to insist on it again, you have always said that my life experience is still too shallow, and my view of things is too ideal, and such a complex environment is an opportunity to re-understand the world."

"Well, it's not a bad choice, but it's helpful for you, pay attention to your safety, don't just stare at the enemy in front of you, and look back from time to time. Let's talk, and Asazzo will send you back later. ”

James sent them away, and Asazzo and Bucky were sneaky and curiously asked where Steve and Instructor Peggy had been, and they must have left the dungeon after dancing or something.

He sat still for a moment, picked up the phone next to him, and dialed a number.

"Let the eyes of the military and the government send Steve Rogers intelligence on a regular basis."

After James finished speaking, he put down the phone, looked back at the book in his hand, sorted out his feelings and thoughts on the cultivation and evolution of humans and mutants after the final breakthrough, and summarized the follow-up training methods and paths.

On the first blank page of paper, the cultivation path of the Killing Technique and the Mutant Evolution Technique was written, [See Divine Law].

THE WAY TO BE GOD

USSR, a secret military base in Sverdlovsk.

"Mr. Sebastian Shaw, I would like to remind you once again that the scale of the near-death experiment must be strictly controlled, and the soldiers and youth team members here are not your prisoners in the concentration camps in Naqu Germany!"

"If something like this happens again, I'll consider stopping your 'Hellfire' project."

Major General Leonid Brezhnev sternly reprimanded Shaw for increasing the hypoxic time limit of the near-death experiment in order to maximize the ability to stimulate possible mutations, resulting in irreversible damage to a soldier's brain.

Sebastian Shaw's so-called scientific method of artificially creating mutants is actually very simple and crude.

He will reduce the amount of oxygen breathed by the subject in a special chamber, causing suffocation, and if the brain waves become slow, it means that the subject will go into shock and coma.

At this time, Xiao will open the oxygen valve again, release a small amount of oxygen slightly, control the measurement, and only keep the target awake.

The near-death mutation experiment is to keep the experimental subject in a state close to suffocation and near-death, but will not be excessively hypoxic shock, faint past, and continue to be awake to experience the pain of this extreme near-death.

The only thing with some technical content is Xiao's constantly improving stimulating serum, which was originally extracted from his own blood, and he thinks that since he can mutate successfully, then the serum should have a certain effect.

With the frenzied and inhumane mass experiments in the Naqu German concentration camp, Xiao gradually explored some mutant samples with mutant abilities that were more suitable for making stimulant serums, which greatly increased the success rate of the experiment.

It was precisely because of this that the Soviet military agreed to the so-called "Hellfire" plan proposed by Shaw, providing excellent volunteer soldiers and young men of the youth regiment to participate.

However, mutant genes are randomly distributed latent in human bodies, and experimenters with recessive or weak X genes will have genetic mutations under the stimulation of near-death experiments, thus becoming mutants with special abilities.

Without this condition, no matter how long it lasts, it will not have an effect, and excessive extreme hypoxia for too long will cause serious sequelae of brain hypoxia and organ hypoxia, and even brain death in severe cases.

Sebastian Shaw gritted his teeth gloomily, and quickly sketched out his emblematic pompous smile, explaining with some regret.

"Comrade Brezhnev, Alexey is such a good fighter, he is in such good conditions, of course I would think that he must have talent, and his persistence and will also moved me, that's why—"

"Don't call me comrade! Mr. Shaw. ”

Major General Brezhnev's thick eyebrows were twisted, and he looked at the young soldier on the hospital bed with dull eyes and salivation, and loudly cut off Shaw's words.

"You have to be clear that it is the greatest forgiveness for the scientists or researchers who have been co-opted to have a stable life, so don't try to move your mind again."

Mr. Major General, who was in charge of overseeing the experimental program, poked Shaw's chest with his short and thick fingers, and his eyes were very dangerous, this psychiatrist who had committed many crimes in the concentration camp was constantly challenging the Soviet military's bottom line of disability.

"Definitely, definitely, General Brezhnev, I will strictly grasp the disability indicators, definitely."

Shopi hunched his waist without smiling, and his movements stiffly sent away Leonid Brezhnev, who was still angry.

He returned to his room, closed the office door, and fell cheek-cheeked, pulling out a newfound document from a drawer.

Report on the mutation of the flesh affected by nuclear radiation after the atomic bombing.

Xiao looked at the photos of the islanders after being affected by nuclear radiation, and read the information and data in the report, but those shocking and numbing images made Xiao extremely happy.

"The power of the atomic bomb, the power of nuclear radiation, is the best way for me to get out of the trap of the old world order."

Xiao finally found the answer to his dream.

On the other side of the hemisphere, Long Island, New York, Howlett Manor.

Eric Lanshell and Emma Frost in the underground training ground went back and forth with each other, doing basic martial arts practice, and the observation at the top of the snow peak a few days ago made them extremely enthusiastic about training.

Both were still limited in their skills, but Eric had been practicing for a longer period of time, and his performance on the rugby pitch showed that his physical fitness had improved a lot, and with the fact that he was a man, Miss Emma could only barely parry.

James came down from the upper floor, looked at the sparring between the two, and didn't make any comments, they had too long to go in melee combat, and it was not suitable for them to specialize in this field.

However, Emma's quality improved quickly, and this gave her the foundation to be able to train with Eric.

This made James slightly suspicious that Emma might have a certain tendency to mutate in the physical type of the flesh.

"Alright, that's it."

The two stopped at the same time, slapped their hands, and thanked each other. This is the etiquette of the competition that James talked about.

"Eric."

Eric, who was already a young man, was named by James, and responded with some apprehension, watching his father put down a brown hardcover book in his hand, and then said to him.

"What do you think about your abilities?"

Eric scratched the back of his head, he was tall now, one meter eight and a half tall, but very thin.

The extravagant and up-and-coming people of the Howlett family, the gray-faced and skinny teenager in the former concentration camp, already have a bit of the handsome demeanor of a rich son.

"Control the metal?" Eric replied with some course, but not so sure.

James glanced at him angrily, this kid's science class results showed the reasonableness of the answer in his mouth.

"Tell me, what control metal is."

Emma was stunned for a moment when she saw Eric, and said for him succinctly and crisply.

"Magnetism."

(End of chapter)