American Comics: Multiverse of Madness.

Chapter 670 Prelude
What's the problem?
Big problem!

A faint light flashed across Zhang Ye's eyes.

He knew that Logan couldn't be joking about this issue, or in other words, he had no reason to talk nonsense about such trivial matters.

This answer about the Red House was just Logan's subconscious language. He had never thought that there was anything special about this name before.

Yes.

Logan is just a mutant in this universe. He has no idea what this name means in other worlds, and he has no idea how big the changes that have taken place in this universe are.

At this moment, Zhang Ye seemed to have figured out some things, but when he thought more deeply, he couldn't figure out what had happened. He was afraid that he would need more clues to figure this matter out.

Zhang Ye was leaning against the wall, hiding in the shadows. He looked at Logan seriously, and after considering his words, he slowly asked, "Let's talk about this, Logan. I want to know everything about the Red House."

"About the Red House" James thought for a moment, and then he remembered something from his almost rusty head. "I don't know much about the Red House. I only know that it is a place dedicated to training spies and agents."

After a pause, James continued.

"It was probably in the middle of World War II. I joined the paratroopers as a paratrooper. My mission was to destroy the Red House secretly built by the Soviet Union. That was my first contact with this organization and the first time I heard this name."

"What happened next?" Zhang Ye frowned.

"The mission went smoothly. To be precise, with the addition of mutants, even well-trained spy agents couldn't exert their abilities. What's more, their main role is not to fight head-on. So forget about turning defeat into victory. The attack was sudden and those people didn't have time to react at all." James said.

"Who is the mastermind behind the red house? Who built it? And what happened to the agents inside?" Zhang Ye asked.

"The builders and instigators of the Red House were all killed in the explosion. We never spared any effort when doing our work, and it was a war, so you know, there would be no survivors, and there would be no recorders."

James replied. "I did this kind of dirty work many times before I became a mercenary. No matter who the target was or what they were hiding, it should have been buried in history now. At that time, I was simple and reckless. I couldn't tell what was good and what was evil. I only knew to get rid of my mission target, that's all."

Staring at James closely and after making sure that he was not lying, Zhang Ye began to think about his understanding of the timeline of this universe. In his memory, the timeline of Logan 3's fatal battle should be the timeline of the X-Men's reversal of the future.

So for this time branch, there should be no problem with the timeline before this universe, and it spans the plots of Wolverine 1 and 2 together, but for some reason, Zhang Ye always feels that something is wrong.

"Have you heard of Red Guard or Captain America?" Zhang Ye asked, stroking his chin.

"I don't know, who is that?" James answered without thinking.

Or it can be said that if he had really come into contact with these two people, it would be impossible for him to forget such iconic names.

James also came to his senses at this point. "These two people are crucial, right?"

Click, click!
"Yes." Zhang Ye nodded slightly after lighting a cigarette. "These two people are very important, but... they are not in your memory, that's the problem."

Looking at Zhang Ye's serious face, James took the cigarette and lit it. "I guess the next thing we are going to investigate should be related to these two names, right?"

"No." Zhang Ye shook his head. "I will ask Dean and Sam to investigate these two names. As for the two of us, we will look for other things, which are also very important."

"I don't know what you are talking about, but I believe you already have a plan in your mind. I want to know what these things you want to investigate mean to the world, or what they mean to me." James asked.

"This doesn't just concern you, Logan. It should concern the entire universe and even all mutants. I now roughly understand why those guys chose such a universe, but there are still some things I can't figure out." Zhang Ye sighed.

James nodded thoughtfully. Although he did not get the answer to his question from Zhang Ye, he also understood the next direction. He looked up at Zhang Ye and asked, "Where are we going next?"

"Not us, but me. I'm going to New York."

Zhang Ye threw the cigarette butt on the ground and put it out with the sole of his shoe.

"You need to go back, back to Charles. You are also a person with super powers. Although the possibility is low, it is still possible that those guys will set their sights on you, so you can't stay with me."

James nodded slightly when he heard this, without refusing. Then he continued, "New York is in chaos right now, and you've given up your superpowers. It will be dangerous for you to go there."

"I know."

Zhang Ye raised his head slowly.

"But I have a reason to go." 177A Bleecker Street
"The mission is coming."

Sitting in the car, Sam glanced at the message on his mobile phone and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked casually when he saw Sam's expression change. "What does Zhang Ye want us to do next?"

Sam didn't answer immediately after hearing this, but handed the phone to Dean and scratched his hair. "Captain America and Red Guardian, why did Zhang Ye suddenly ask us to start with this question?"

"If I remember correctly, there should only be X-Men and mutants in this world, right?" Dean also frowned. He looked at the text message on his phone, and his thoughts froze for a moment.

"If we follow the intelligence and information that old Wolverine gave us, then this is correct. But since Zhang Ye took the initiative to ask us to investigate this, it means that this world is not as simple as we thought. I'm afraid there are other shadows here besides mutants."

Sam glanced at the room where Gabriel and Laura were, paused, and looked away. "Let's go, we have more important things to do."

After leaving the motel, Dean and Sam drove all the way to the World War II Museum.

This is a place dedicated to displaying some World War II objects, which also records some stories about the war. For them, if they want to understand the historical background of this world, coming here is definitely the right choice.

I don’t know if it’s because this place has an official background or because there’s nothing valuable here, but although the riots in other places were very big, this place was very quiet and there weren’t even many people around.

Dean avoided the parades and rioting crowds along the way, and when the two arrived here, the sky had gradually darkened.

"Sorry, it's closing time." At the entrance of the museum, a hunchbacked old black man said to Dean and Sam.

"Sorry, we have special duties." Dean and Sam took out their fake IDs and waved them in front of the old man. "Can you please give me a favor?"

The old black man stared blankly at the flashing blue FBI logo, as if he didn't understand why these two people came here. In his impression, this place had nothing to do with federal agents.

Besides, the situation outside is in chaos now. Shouldn't these two go investigate the out-of-control mutants and the Essex Group that is colluding with the government to conduct human experiments?
Although he couldn't figure it out, the black old man didn't say much. He just nodded slightly and opened the door of the museum.

"Come in, I'll show you around."

After opening the iron chain that sealed the museum, the old man led Dean and Sam into the museum, turned on the power again, and the entire space suddenly became bright.

"To be honest, not many people come here nowadays. People no longer pay attention to this history. They just listen to it as a story. The American dream we hoped to achieve back then is now nothing more than an American nightmare."

The old man walked slowly with the key in his hand, pointing to the hall and saying, "I won't bother you two. You can do whatever you want. If you need anything, come out and find me. I'm in the security office at the door."

"Thank you." Dean nodded slightly. He was quite respectful to older people.

The black old man waved his hand without answering and walked towards the door silently.

With the sound of a door closing, Dean and Sam were the only ones left in the museum.

"To be honest, what the old man said makes some sense. It seems that in our world, we have never visited these military museums." Dean looked around and said in a deep voice.

"Once things are settled here, I don't mind going with you." Sam said casually, his eyes observing the surrounding environment.

"I'm just talking, and if you say something like that in this environment, aren't you afraid that we won't be able to go back?" Dean said.

"what."

Sam laughed.

"This isn't the first time we've planted a flag, and we've also been killed before. This operation is led by Zhang Ye. With his strength, even if something unexpected happens to us, he's capable enough to protect us, right?"

"That's true," Dean shrugged. "Where do we start?"

"How about from here?"

Sam stopped in front of a large sign. From his sight, he could see a well-equipped exhibition hall with five motorcycles on display and some worn combat uniforms full of bullet holes.

The sign clearly states their origin - The Howling Commandos.

(End of this chapter)