American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

The birth of Captain America is full of "destiny", but if some small changes occur, everything will change dramatically.

During the fierce fighting of World War II, in order to gain a better advantage on the front line and to end the war as soon as possible, the United States secretly carried out a plan called "Super Soldier".

Dr. Erkins used a unique compound formula to develop a drug that can stimulate the human body's ultimate fighting power.

In other universes, Steve Rogers' outstanding perseverance and moral character made him the best candidate for the super soldier serum, and he did not disappoint the hopes of others. He successfully took over the shield to protect the country. Defeated the arrogant Red Skull and became the Captain America whose name everyone knows.

But in this universe, the super soldier plan was detected by spies in advance. Before Dr. Erkins could develop the formula, he was assassinated by German agents. Also sacrificed with him was a patriot named Howard Stark, and A group of American agents.

Without Dr. Erkins and other scholars, the super soldier project had to be shelved. Even with all the efforts of the U.S. government at the time, it could not find any scientist who could advance the serum formula proposed by Dr. Erkins.

So much money was invested before and after, but everything fell short at this time. This is unacceptable to everyone.

As a result, the U.S. government turned its lens and focused on mutants who possess various mutant abilities.

It was from this moment that the 'Super Soldier Project' transformed into the 'Mutant Gene Research Project'. The U.S. government selected 300 black soldiers to accept this military experimental plan, but none of them survived, all because of Deaths from various accidents, and even if there are some who barely survive, they basically don't survive for more than a few years.

The adaptability of these mutant genes is too low for humans. Any human being injected with mutant gene cells will eventually die from a broken gene chain. They will die suddenly and lose their lives one to three days after gaining mutant abilities.

During World War II, there were countless failed research projects like this. In the end, they were all buried by history. None of them could stay, and no one would know about it except for a very few people.

Get back behind the wheel of your Impala.

Dean didn't even remember how he walked out of the World War II museum, or what mood he felt when he returned to his car.

He has not yet come out of the old black man's story. At this time, he just feels that his three views still need to be sorted out.

Taking a long breath, Sam slowly calmed down his restless heart. "How much of what he said is true do you think?"

"I don't know, I'm very upset right now." Dean shook his head and replied.

"I'm no better than you. I'm also in a mess right now. I didn't expect that there has never been a Captain America in this world. Not only that, Iron Man's father also died in that assassination, and God knows there are others. How many heroes will disappear from history?" Sam took out the comic book and looked at the X-Men on it with a complicated expression.

"I'm beginning to understand Zhang Yi's difficulties now." Dean wiped the cold sweat from his face, his eyes a little melancholy, which was an indescribable pressure. "If he's been dealing with trouble like this, then I feel like the last few times we've saved the world have been like playing house."

"The most uncomfortable thing for me is that we all know how those superheroes were born, but no one in this world knows, or even cares."

"If you don't know something, why do you care?"

Dean shook his head and raised his hand to start the car engine. Soon, the Impala roared and started driving.

The night sky was illuminated by firelight, and the streets in the city were filled with noise and chaos. Countless people rushed out of their homes, smashing stores with weapons in hand, and looting everything they could see.

No one cares about the wild sentries in Manhattan, nor the mutants running around. People only know that the more they are in this extremely chaotic situation, the more they can use strength and violence to get something they couldn't get before. s things.

"Where are we going next?" Sam asked.

"Those clues have told us the answer. These 'missing' superheroes are our next search direction. Sam, I hope you still remember those superheroes who were also active during World War II." Dean said.

"It's easy to recall those heroes, Dean, but it's a little harder to find them here. If Captain America and Iron Man weren't here, then everything we know about the heroes of the Avengers The list cannot appear here.”

Sam picked up the comic in his hand. "As Zhang Yi said, this is the world of the X-Men, and it is also a world of only the X-Men."

"I think this is the problem. This should be the question that Zhang Yi came to us to investigate. If there are really only X-Men in this world, then there can be no Howard Stark or Ergin here. Dr. Si.”

Dean held the steering wheel and continued without turning his face.

"But guess what happened here? Not only did the heroes of the Avengers exist here, but they also lost their lives due to various accidents. No, it's not accurate to say they died, because they didn't show up at all.

Steve Rogers didn't get the Super Soldier Serum, Tony Stark wasn't born, and I guess the Red Guards didn't show up, because they probably wouldn't be able to create the same Super Soldier Serum as Captain America. "

"It's really a mess here."

Sam sighed deeply. No one knew how depressed he was feeling now.

"Hopefully we can resolve this matter soon"

Just after Dean and Sam left, the World War II Museum returned to peace.

The old black man staggered out. He slowly took out the iron chain that locked the door from his arms, and carefully put it on the door bolt.

He sighed quietly. He didn't know how many years it had been since anyone asked about the super soldier project. The arrival of these two federal agents this time really brought back memories in front of his eyes.

"Oh, I forgot to turn off the power." Seeing that the lights in the museum were still on, the old black man slapped his head, shook his head and lamented that he was getting old and his brain was not enough.

But when he unlocked the door and was about to go in and pull the switch, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps behind him, accompanied by some excited yelling.

Turning around, the old black man discovered that at some point, a group of gangsters had poured into the museum hall. They were holding crowbars and some were holding pistols.

"Gentlemen, the museum is closed, please understand."

"Oh come on old guy!"

A gangster interrupted the old man's words rudely. He rushed over quickly with a grin, and greeted everyone behind him to rush into the museum.

"Empty this place, brothers. The things here are worth some money. I believe many people will like the collection here. They will sell for a good price on the black market!"

"No! No, you can't do this!" Seeing this, the old black man quickly stepped forward to try to stop these people.

But he was pushed away by the leading gangster after just one encounter.

"We're not here to trouble you, so get out of here, old man!"

"This is the World War II Museum, a place to commemorate heroes. How dare you step in here and cause trouble!" The old black man got up and shouted in a low voice with a frown on his face.

But when the hoarse voice reached the ears of those gangsters, it made them laugh as if they had heard some big joke.

The leading gangster was laughing so hard that he was out of breath. He pointed at the old black man while laughing.

"Hero? Are you kidding me?!

This is just a scam. The experiments conducted by the United States on the battlefield and the plans for mutants are all scams made up by them! There are no heroes at all, only the sin of human experimentation! "

With that said, the little gangster walked up to the old black man and looked down on him.

"You know, old man, Magneto is right, this world should be ruled by mutants, not by humans who do all kinds of evil!"

"But, you are also a human being." The old black man roared.

"I'd rather I wasn't!"

The gangster shook his head with a grin, then turned to look at his companions behind him.

"Take away the valuables and burn this place down!"

After the words fell, two guys with tattoos, one tall and one short, walked out of the crowd. They held Molotov cocktails in their hands and threw them directly towards the exhibition stand in the museum without any preparatory actions.

With the sound of a glass bottle breaking, flames leaping into the sky instantly enveloped half of the museum. Almost all the booths burned violently. As the gasoline spread, the flames gradually engulfed the exhibition hall.

"no no!!"

When the old black man saw this scene, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he rushed towards the gangsters.

"How dare you!? How dare you!?"

But the only response he received was the oncoming crowbar.

With a 'bang' sound, the old man flew out directly and hit the ground hard, causing blood to flow everywhere.

The gangster sneered and wiped the blood on the crowbar. He looked at the old black man twitching slightly at his feet, with an expression on his face full of ridicule.

Looking at the name on the old man's work badge, the gangster shook his head slightly.

"Elijah Bradley, it's a pity, you really shouldn't be like this."