Marvel Reverses Wolverine

  Chapter 62 Teacher

   "Norse mythology, it's true."

  Asazuo was brewing a ritualistic tone, and spoke in a low voice, looking forward to seeing his father's expression change drastically.

  James looked up at him, his eyes seemed to be looking at the helplessness of a naive boy, and said calmly: "You don't need to tell me, I know very well, is there any news about that 'thing'?"

   "No, I have searched all the locations you gave, and there is no credible news except for the local ancient books that I handed over to you before, but—"

Azazuo smiled slyly, wagging his tail, and said as if he was asking for credit: "Dad, you may not understand. When teleporting, I will enter a strange space or state, like a world full of giants." In the huge room of big and small transparent bubbles, I can feel which bubble space I can enter."

  He lay carelessly on the leather sofa in the study, with his legs crossed, and continued: "Then I discovered a deep and vast underground space, inside... tsk tsk"

   "Stop talking nonsense, speak quickly."

   "I'll take you to see it." As soon as he finished speaking, Asazo puffed up black smoke and put his hand on James' arm. There was another muffled sound, and the two disappeared into the study.

   This is an empty, huge and dead underground cave, with a height of more than ten meters, the temperature is extremely low, and an underground river more than ten meters wide is frozen.

  James' eyes had adapted to the subterranean darkness, and Asazzo blinked twice more, holding a lantern in his hand.

  The light illuminated the scene in the cave more clearly, and a sense of desolation and desolation rushed over. The cave was piled up layer by layer, and even the heads could not be seen at a glance, all of which were giant corpses with blue-black skin.

   "The Ice Giants of Jotunheim."

James muttered to himself, these giant remains that were at least three meters high were like a magnificent epic ancient sculpture group, those stumped limbs and tattered torsos, and the hideous faces left at the time of death all told the story of the ancient war. Tragic.

  He approached and looked at the corpse of the ice giant, walked and stopped along the cave, and talked about stories recorded in Nordic mythology.

"About 965 A.D., the Frost Giants of Jotunheim, the Frost Kingdom, attempted to conquer the human world. They landed in Tunsberg, Norway today. In the Asgard God Realm, the Heavenly Soldiers descended to fight against the Frost Giants and returned after winning. , Odin, the king of the gods, hid a treasure with infinite energy in the human world."

   Asazo followed James, looking at these frost giants stacked together with different death shapes with great interest, and said curiously: "So they are born like lumps of ice, and they won't rot after death."

  James released a bone claw, like a single knife, and cut off the hand of an ice giant. The texture of the cut was like a rock.

   "They shouldn't be as hard as pure ice before they die, go back and do some research slowly."

   As he spoke, he gave this hand to Asazzo. The red goblin screamed and hurriedly grabbed the giant hand that could hold his own head.

They continued to search for and looked at the corpses of the frost giants. Apart from the simple fabrics covering the lower body, there were some rough armor made of special materials. Some ice giants also had huge ice cones extending from their arms. Presumably this was their natural weapon. .

   Asazo picked out a smaller ice giant head with a calmer expression, and motioned James to cut it off for him.

  His hobby of collecting souvenirs is becoming more and more serious and weird.

   More than half a month later.

   "Master, that Mr. Steve Rogers is outside the manor, and he wants to ask if you are at home."

   Butler Casper came to the basement of the manor, looked at a pile of huge black and blue body tissues, and said to James with a slight bow.

   "Steve Rogers? What's wrong with his mother?"

   "Ms. Rogers is recovering very well, and she should be discharged from the hospital in a few days. I have told you about this matter." Mr. Housekeeper explained.

  James put down the half-cut head of the ice giant in his hand. The brain and tissue inside were composed like an exquisite and weird anatomy demonstration specimen. He took off his gloves, changed his clothes, and walked up.

   Now James is used to building spaces of different scales underground in each manor mansion, which is very convenient for him to practice and do some research.

   Nearly a hundred years of experience and study have made him more than just a capital oligarch and a super mutant.

  James was a little surprised that little Steve would come to him. This kid doesn’t look like a speculator. Maybe it’s because his mother’s health has improved. Let’s come and thank him.

   "Mr. Howlett, I'm sorry to disturb you. I brought some homemade stew. Mom is recovering well. She always said that she must come to thank you in person when she is discharged from the hospital."

  Little Steve shyly took out a fairly delicate lunch box, blushing slightly, and placed it on the marble table inlaid with red gemstones.

  His complexion looked much better, and his eyes became brighter, as if his whole body was refreshed.

James smiled, and gave a look to the attendant on the side. The attendant walked very fast, but he didn't see his body swaying. He took out a set of cutlery and put it on the table. James opened the lunch box Steve brought, which contained beef stew with carrots , he just ate it.

  Steve's face turned even redder. He watched Mr. Howlett skillfully eat the beef stew with two long silver stick-like utensils, and even praised him a few words.

  He seemed to have received great encouragement, his expression was no longer so cautious and shy, and he smiled happily.

   "The beef stew is good. Tell your mother not to rush out of the hospital, but to cultivate thoroughly." James ate very elegantly, but at a fast speed. Seeing that little Steve seemed hesitant to speak, he continued to ask.

   "Is there anything else to do today? Let's talk about it." For this child, James' patience has never been better, and even he himself is a little strange.

   "That. The exercise method you taught me, I can already meet the requirements. I just practice and practice. I don't know what to practice next. Is it still possible. I can learn more."

   "Well, this kind of skill is not easy, as long as you persist, if you are lucky, you may master it after two or three years of practice-you said you can do it?"

  James finally ate the beef stew that had bottomed out, talking casually, suddenly reacting to what Steve said, his eyes pierced, and the boy staring at him felt a little uncomfortable.

  Mr. Howlett's serious eyes are really stressful.

   "Yes, I went back to practice for three days, and I was able to move the spine from the tailbone all the way up, and then I got goose bumps all over my body when I trembled."

   "Three days!"

   James raised his voice slightly, and put down the tableware in his hand: "Make it for me."

  Little Steve hastily responded twice, took off the brown jacket left by his father, and wore a loose T-shirt. His feet were slightly staggered, and he kept shaking from the toes, driving his body to change several postures.

  Suddenly exerted force on his feet, his body agitated his spine like a spirit snake, and the strength extended to the fingertips he threw out.

  James pondered for a moment, nodded, his eyes became more and more different, and he let out a breath, as if he was sighing for something.

   "I did it, and I am very skilled. I have practiced a lot these days."

  Junior Steve nodded hurriedly: "I practice every morning and evening, and the more I practice, the more energetic I feel, and I don't sweat at all. At night, I follow the sleeping position you taught me, adjust my breathing, and sleep very well."

  Seeing that Mr. Howlett recognized him, he was very excited about the situation of the practice in the past half a month, and then asked embarrassingly what else he could practice later.

   "These are just the simplest basics, and there are still many, many things to learn later. I can teach you, but you have no relatives and no reason with me. Why?"

James asked Steve with great interest. He was shocked by this weak and ordinary but tenacious young man in his heart. He thought that he had a very high understanding back then, and it took him more than ten days of practice to initially master this ultimate skill. Basic but the most core kung fu.

"I, I." Steve muttered. He knew very well that it was a great luck for someone with a mysterious identity like Mr. Howlett to help him, and he really didn't know why he Let others continue to teach this magical skill.

  James smiled, looking at this honest kid who was a bit stupid and unable to speak, if it was Azazzo, he might have already slapped him with extravagant hype.

   "Acknowledge me as a teacher, and I can continue to teach you, but you have to be clear, this 'teacher' is not the kind you had in school, it's more like the godfather that the Italians talk about."

   "I am willing." Steve said without any consideration, his voice was not loud but very straightforward.

  His father died in the war, and his mother was still pregnant with him at that time. Steve, who had never lived with male elders since childhood, had a special affection and dependence on Mr. Howlett.

  Although they didn't have much time to meet and communicate, this gentleman who looked extremely young but had an inexplicable temperament filled him with trust.

  James smiled, nodded and said: "You are still young, you may not know what this means, go back and explain what I said to your mother, and when she is discharged from the hospital, I will bring you to see me."

   After speaking, he corrected some of Steve’s movements and taught him something new. Seeing the young man pedaling his bicycle in a hurry, James smiled from the bottom of his heart after not seeing him for a long time.

  Boom!

  The town of Guernica, Spain.

  John Schmidt, director of the Weapons Research and Development Department of the Third Reich of Germany, is watching the live-fire drill effect of the new tank, accompanied by Dr. Arnim Zola, the main design engineer.

  Dr. Zola is an exiled senior engineer and geneticist from Switzerland. He is notorious in the scientific community and has done a lot of experimental research that violates human ethics and laws, so he was expelled from the formal scientific research department.

  Schmidt attached great importance to Zola, and the extreme and inhumane ideas of the two hit it off.

   "Very good, Dr. Zola, I think the Führer will be happy, these tanks will come in handy soon." Schmidt raised his chin proudly, and patted the leather glove he was holding on his palm.

   "Finally! The head of state has decided to march in an all-round way?"

  Short, with round glasses, Dr. Zola, who is somewhat bald, looked at Schmidt with a feverishly trembling voice.

   "Soon, soon German leather boots will travel across the European continent, and even the whole world!"

  Schmidt pondered for a while, walked off the high platform to watch the exercise, and continued to talk to Zola who was walking beside him.

   "In two days, the head of state will specially convene the R&D and heads of various departments. Come with me. We want to leave the most important impression on the head of state, so that the weapon research and development department can get the greatest support and trust."

  Dr. Zola stood at attention abruptly, gave an unskilled ** salute, and then said: "Dr. Erskine's research, I think, has basically succeeded."

"oh?"

Schmidt was obviously in good spirits. Zola and Erskine had similar fields, but Dr. Erskine was better at the study of the limits of the human body. The threat from his family did not let go.

  With the vision of Dr. Zola, John Schmidt decided not to wait any longer. His first step to gain great power is coming.

   In the second chapter, 3000+ weapons and equipment that do not conform to reality have begun to appear in the World War II stage of Marvel. Let’s go to the next chapter in the afternoon. rub everyone~

  (end of this chapter)