Jingle bells! Jingle bells!

The shrill fire alarm bells echoed throughout every corner of the nursing hospital, wisps of black smoke emanating from the ventilation ducts and countless crevices, and the doctors and nurses were busy running the patients, who were too late to find the source of the fire, and it was only important to run out first.

In the abandoned basement of the hospital, in the garden at the back door, in the elevator shaft that was out of use, all kinds of people in research uniforms and even military uniforms suddenly ran up from the hidden passage opened by the hole.

Many ordinary nursing home workers looked at them with stunned expressions, as if they had been stabbed in the depths of the ground, and they fled desperately to the road outside without fear that some of them would still have blood splashed on their bodies.

It didn't take long for the ground under his feet to tremble violently, and a muffled thunderous roar faintly came, and the building of the sanatorium shook and collapsed in a daze, and there were cracks on the surface of the ground more than ten meters long, revealing clusters of flames, like purgatory.

"I thought you were going to kill everyone here."

Asazzo and Steve Rogers appeared out of thin air on a hillside not far away, and he took the Edelman Metal Knife that Steve had handed back, clean as new and unstained with blood.

"Your kid's knife skills are not bad, I can't do it so neatly, and I don't get a drop of blood."

Steve looked at the ruins of the sanatorium that still exploded and shook from time to time, and finally responded: "Weapons are originally extensions of fists and feet, and many people below haven't even seen me, just solve a few people who have been 'getting along' with me all the time." ”

They watched for a few more moments, and in the distance there were already a large number of military off-road vehicles and armored vehicles speeding in, and Asazzo put his hand on Steve's shoulder, turning into a cloud of black smoke and disappearing.

When the Strategic Science Corps received an urgent communication that the secret research institute outside New York had been destroyed, Steve Rogers had stabbed more than a dozen researchers and military security personnel and disappeared, and the head of the bureau, Roger Dooley, had just repaired his delicate face, and there was no trace of blood left.

The old butler of Casper handed Steve a delicately handmade, but distinctly old, black leather jacket, lifted his chin, and motioned for him to put it on.

"This is the old man's clothes a long time ago, and his body shape has changed a lot over the years, and it is the most troublesome time. This dress is just the right size for you. ”

Steve's eyes were empty and he touched the sheepskin jacket with an unusually delicate feel, not noticing the satisfied expression of the old butler Casper when he saw him put it on, and kicked his hand into his pocket, his face hesitant.

"Go ahead, it's not a big deal, I'm always cautious, I look gentle, but I always want to do my best."

The old butler patted Steve on the broad shoulder and urged him to go upstairs, where James was waiting for him in the study.

Tuk-tuk

"Teacher."

The door to the study was open, and James smoked the "golden apple" specially made for himself, nodded, and motioned for Steve to come in.

"Where's the shield?"

Steve Rogers opened his mouth, not knowing what to answer for a moment.

"If you lose something, go get it back yourself."

James said calmly, looking at the student's eyes suddenly condensed, and added: "On the way, I pondered why this happened. ”

Steve nodded vigorously and strode out of the quaint study, and Bucky, who was leaning on the armrest at the top of the staircase, wrapped his arms around him, and walked down with him naturally.

"The teacher said that I should go and get it back myself."

Steve pushed Bucky's shoulder, shook his head, and said to him very insistently, seeing that Bucky still wanted to speak, he grinned toothy.

"What, don't believe me?"

Bucky was silent for a moment, then grinned, "Hurry up and come back and fight me." ”

He found Asazzo beneath the old mansion, and although he had to retrieve the shield on his own, he still needed the help of the Red Devil to give him a ride.

A moment later.

"Have you figured out how to play?"

"What's going on." Steve looked at the Red Devil with a wicked smile on his face for some reason, and they continued to teleport and finally found the military base of the Strategic Science Corps in New Jersey.

Poof!

Steve was taken to mid-air more than a hundred meters directly above the base, and Asazzo vanished, teleporting to the roof of a certain building, laughing as he freefell and fell rapidly.

Rumble!

Steve Rogers fell from the sky, his left knee touching the ground, half-crouched in the middle of the base playground, the masonry floor smashed into a pit, and the cobweb-like cracks spread.

The soldiers on the guard tower were stunned for a long time, and the surrounding patrol and training teams unconsciously stopped, watching this very familiar man slowly get up and walk forward.

Drip! Drip!

Dressed in a black wolf pack combat suit and tactical military boots, without any special markings, Steve walked step by step towards a bunker-style trapezoidal concrete and stone structure without squinting.

It was the ground-level entrance to the subterranean research chamber he was familiar with, with E47 painted on the doorway.

Rows of barracks, cafeterias, and training grounds with beige brick walls are still familiar to them, and the sign "Birthplace of Captain America" was once hung at the gate here, but now it is gone.

A column of armored military vehicles came galloping and stopped in front of Steve, a middle-aged officer wearing sunglasses and a colonel's badge on his shoulder walked down, and a dozen physically fit soldiers jumped out of the car behind him and lined up to clean up.

"This is Steve Rogers? Is that the captain, didn't I hear that he retired? ”

There were more and more onlookers and officers, and the crowd became more and more noisy, and for ordinary Americans, "Captain America", who was once known to everyone in every household, just quietly disappeared, and even the officers of the army only vaguely knew that he had secretly retired from the army.

Only a handful of high-ranking officials in charge of the Super Soldier program and the intelligence of the Strategic Science Corps understood what was going on, and a significant number of them were told that Captain Rogers had disobeyed orders and collaborated with the enemy.

Steve, who was in the barracks with an exaggerated way of playing, took a basic vigilance, but did not raise it to a state of readiness.

"Captain Rogers, I'm the head of the New Jersey base of the Strategic Science Corps, Colonel Thomas, why are you here?"

Steve looked at the colonel, who had inch hair, a resolute face, and a tough tone, and glanced at the dozen or so GIs behind him, and smiled disdainfully.

"Get my own stuff back."

"This is an important base of the American military, and it is the property of the state, Captain Rogers, I sincerely advise you"

Colonel Thomas approached, undaunted by the murderous man who had killed a special operations company and six new super-soldiers in a planned ambush.

"Surrender and bind! Obey the arrangement of the military, fight for the country as you once did, and I can assure you that what you have will be taken back. ”

Mr. Colonel's words are sonorous and powerful, full of the conceit and domineering of an American officer.

Steve raised his chin, looked at Colonel Thomas meaningfully, and said:

"The latter ones, as well as the twelve soldiers before, all came out of you, that operation, if I guessed correctly, was also your plan? Colonel Thomas. ”

Thomas took a deep look at Steve, whose demeanor and temperament had changed greatly, and didn't say anything more, just wanted to retreat, his eyes were slighted, he had already grabbed the placket of his clothes, lifted it up, and threw it at the line of soldiers who were holding up their assault rifles behind him and preparing to shoot.

Bang bang bang.

The sudden opening of fire bombed the battalion and the fire clash broke out in the barracks, which was a very serious incident of mutiny and camp roaring.

The ordinary officers and soldiers around who were still curious about the onlookers cursed indiscriminately, quickly hid back in the barracks, picked up their equipment and guns, and watched this battle become more and more terrifying.

The nearly 20 soldiers brought by Colonel Thomas are another group of super soldiers who have completed the transformation of serum injection, and since the serum has been successfully reproduced and the experiment is effective, the formation of a special individual combat team has officially been put on the armament agenda of the US military.

Steve dodged the assault rifle's volley, kicked the military jeep, and smashed it into the queue of super soldiers, and interestingly, none of them had the fighters who survived the ambush of Steve that day, so.

The muffled sound of rattling bones reached Steve's ears, and he watched as the dozen or so warriors finished firing a shuttle of bullets, and invariably abandoned their guns, twisted their joints and necks, and strode towards him.

"Steve Rogers, I used to really think of you as a hero, and I remember all your brilliant achievements clearly, but when I Ellis Morgan got this power, I didn't-"

"Poof!"

After injecting the serum, Lieutenant Morgan, who was more than two meters tall, flashed his eyes, his chest cavity collapsed deeply, Steve didn't move in place, just the rapid whip leg was withdrawn, in the eyes of ordinary soldiers, just a shake, and the fierce and abnormal second lieutenant fell to the ground and vomited blood.

"Idiot! Ahem, he's not like you! It's not the same! Let's go together! ”

Colonel Thomas, with a string of bones broken in his back, roared hoarsely and ordered the entire camp to open fire on Steve Rogers.

Pale red air burst out from Steve's every pore, the bangs on his forehead swayed, his body seemed to swell again, he raised his hands and threw his arms, his two arms were like thick iron whips, and the air rumbled.

Rumble! Rumble!

The super soldiers on top of each other were difficult to be a united enemy, the crossed arms were broken inch by inch, and the collarbone of the shoulder was dented together, and Steve slammed his arms into the battle circle of more than a dozen super soldiers like a hurricane.

The strange arms, soft as water, the whip is long and far, but it is twisted like strands of steel bar, and it bursts the skeleton and skull all the way.

Steve Rogers' face was stained red and white with blood, and he found the indescribable joy of punching his enemy for the first time.

He no longer suppressed himself, did not hesitate, watched the two soldiers rushing towards the steel pillar as thick as a bucket, and punched it, and the two were immediately frozen in place, watching Steve lightly hugging the pillar, shaking left and right, and pumping the two away.

"Less, Major. What to do, do you fire"

The surrounding teams looked at Steve Rodgers, who was purely unilaterally crushed, and shrunk their bitter melon faces one by one.

Mr. Major, who was in command temporarily, gritted his teeth and jumped out a sentence that instantly calmed everyone's mind: "How to shoot!" What to do with the accidental wounding of Colonel Thomas and other fighters? ”

The last two super soldiers who had just completed a major life transition completely lost the excitement and inevitability of a few days ago, and they watched Steve like a blazing flame, twisting the air, pressing towards them step by step, and there were few comrades around him who could still breathe.

They watched as Steve Rogers walked up to Colonel Thomas, who was slumped to the side of Willton, and slowly crouched down.

"You haven't answered my question yet, Colonel Thomas, did you do that plan?"

"Rogers Ahem"

Mr. Colonel's face flushed strangely, he rubbed his feet on the ground, rubbed himself to his feet, sat up straighter, and stared viciously into Steve's blue eyes.

"Have you betrayed your country like this, you are treason!"

"Tell me, Mr. Colonel, can you represent America?"

Steve stood up, didn't really care if Colonel Thomas had an answer, as if kicking away an eye-catching rock at his feet, raised his leg and blasted him more than ten meters away, smashing into a crisp sound, causing the armored body in front of him to shake for a while.

He continued to pac towards the E47 underground laboratory, the eyes of the soldiers around him following him, but no one said anything or stopped him.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Steve punched the heavy pure steel door, the surrounding alloy bolts were broken little by little, the cement wall continued to tremble, gradually cracking, and the door more than ten centimeters thick was covered with dense fist marks, and finally collapsed.

Howard Stark sat in his workshop, calmly and complexly looking at Captain Rogers as he walked towards him step by step, with a blank face.

"It's all here, I haven't touched it, and I remember you didn't promise me permission to study them."

Stark no longer had the ease and pleasure of his usual jokes, he took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and even continued with a bit of begging, "Do you really want to get to this point? This country is for you—"

"Thank you, Mr. Stark, for your respect for me, this country is important to me, I never thought of betraying her, but from this day forward, I will protect America in my own way."

Steve Rogers smiled his trademark smile again, warm and incomparably reassuring, and he patted Howard on the shoulder, his words relaxed and relieved.

He stretched out his hand, paused for a moment and picked up the shield again, looked at the five-pointed star in the middle, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and turned to leave.

New York, Sub-Bureau of the Strategic Science Corps.

Peggy Carter was huddled in the corner of the iron bed in the solitary pre-trial cell, and a few days later, she was still wearing the long skirt and off-white shirt she had come out of the house, her arms around her calves, her face buried deep in.

Bang! Bang!

"Where's the Secret Service? Call for support! ”

Peggy listened to the gunshots and shouts outside, and subconsciously clutched the sheets, thinking of an answer she had been longing for, but even more afraid.

Soon, the noise outside was silent, except for the sound of a pair of leather boots kicking on the ground and approaching.

Rumble! The iron door of the cell was kicked off, and Steve's tall and handsome figure walked in.

He wore his blue-black combat uniform, the insignia of the United States had been torn off, and he held a shield in his right hand, but as if deliberately, three black ink streaks like scratches, tearing the star stripes.

"I'm sorry Peggy, I'm here to take you home."

Peggy Carter's lips trembled, tears streaming down her eyes, but not dripping.

She didn't ask Steve what he had done or where she wanted to take her, she just jumped down and stared at Steve for a moment, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Steve took Peggy into his arms, and with a poof, Asazzo dodged in.

He didn't pay attention to the lady's frightened eyes, flicked his tail, and said lightly, "Is there another stop, Captain Rogers?" ”

"This is my eldest brother, Asazzo."

Steve introduced Peggy, looking at the red-skinned and long-tailed devil in front of her, and elegantly leaned over to greet her, stumbling in greeting.

"Go back, Roger Dourie should be hiding, for the time being."

This day is nothing special for ordinary American citizens, and there is no special message in public opinion, but the American military, the White House, has made this day the worst day of treason in history.

World War II hero, "Captain America" Steve Rogers, destroyed a secret research institute, a military base, and the Strategic Science Corps branch in New York City.

Killed Colonel Thomas, one of the SSR's top leaders, more than a dozen super-soldiers who had just been injected with serum, and several military soldiers and secret service personnel.

Steve Rogers became the number one wanted criminal in the United States, a criminal who is not wanted at the level of ordinary society, and the number one dangerous person who will never be tried, only sniped and imprisoned indefinitely.

He has only one code name in the top secret file of Area 51 of the United States of America - traitor.

"Miss Peggy, first meeting, James Howlett, Steve's teacher."

James gently introduced himself to Peggy Carter, who was often not so gentle with his students, but was extremely patient and considerate to their families, whether it was Steve's mother or Miss Peggy.

Peggy took a deep breath, she didn't know where this inexplicable nervousness came from, as if it was the first time she had come to the house to meet her parents.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Howlett, and the person Steve and I have mentioned the most is you."

James smiled and nodded, motioning for Miss Peggy to sit down and rest, he looked at Steve, who was stunned by the shield, and didn't say much, just told the kitchen to go down and prepare.

It was a great dinner, like a big family, James sat at the top, Casper's butler also sat aside, and his two little grandchildren and granddaughters came to James's side from time to time, looking at him blankly, and when James looked at him, he blushed and ran away.

Bucky tells Miss Peggy funny stories about Steve's childhood, and a few of the wolf lads are drinking and relaxing and joking with each other.

Colin Pitt has always been a bit serious in front of them since he became a wolf, but tonight James just drank and joked with everyone like an ordinary elder, and he couldn't get up, and changed back to the heart of a young man in his twenties.

After dinner, Steve settled Peggy back to his room to rest, went upstairs alone, and knocked on the door of James's study.

"Sit down, we've figured something out."

James waved his hand, walked into the room from the spacious outer balcony, sat behind the desk, and looked at the disciple in front of him who had an inexplicable temperament.

"You actually mentioned me a long time ago, on the day of Bucky's apprenticeship, but I didn't really think through it, and I was entangled in what you said was the future enemy, and now I understand what it means to accept yourself."

James watched with interest as Steve continued.

"Accept your own strength, your differences, and never have any illusions that we can live peacefully with the whole world."

"You are much luckier than I understand the process of this truth, and I paid a very heavy price to understand."

James groaned, his gaze a little out of focus, as if returning to a memory from a long, long time ago in his mind.

Steve didn't bother the teacher, and after a while, he continued to talk calmly.

"I should ask you to read more anthropology and sociology, the cornerstone of the current domination of this world is the unequal distribution of productive forces and resources, and the superstructure relies on 23 percent of the people to control more than 90 percent of the world's resources, so as to ensure its own position."

James felt that his mouth was a little dry, so he poured a glass of gin from the table, motioned for Steve to get a glass, and poured him a glass as well.

"However, our emergence has changed this structure, a new form of social composition, a new world based on the essence of life, stronger and more wonderful living individuals, will go to the top of the pyramid, so a large part of the future enemies will come from the existing traditional forces in this world."

"You're saying that ordinary humans are hostile to all otherworldly life?"

Steve asked as he took a sip of the amber gin from his glass.

"They will first find a way to solve such a mystery and try to grasp it, but when they finally find that this change cannot be controlled, then the best thing to do is to return everything to the familiar origin."

"The evolution of civilization and the change of race is a very cruel thing, from ancient times to the present day, too many lives have become sand in the torrent of history. The birth of a new civilization will inevitably be accompanied by the destruction of the old. ”

Steve seemed to have some kind of terrible direction in mind, he took a final sip of wine and asked directly, "You want to promote a new civilization and destroy the old world?" ”

"Ahem."

James looked at the student as strangely as he did when he first saw him kill someone.

"No, the world will evolve naturally, just like the Darwinian evolutionism that the West reveres, but there will be rulers of the old world who try to thwart this evolution, and they are the problems we need to face."

"Then I. Today's actions will expose the Howlett family to their eyes."

James smiled, leaned back in his chair, put his feet on the table with some relaxation, and said casually: "They have already noticed, but they will not have such a deep understanding as today, and there is one thing you have forgotten." ”

Steve frowned and looked at the teacher suspiciously.

"Me too, one of them."

Recently, I have seen less comments, and I don't interact much with everyone, and the state is slightly worse, our results are steadily improving, the pressure and anxiety of the plate are heavier, get up early tomorrow, adjust the status of the code word, this volume is approaching the climax.

Love everyone.

(End of chapter)