American comic book: The Multiverse of Madness

Chapter 672 False
The birth of Captain America was full of "destiny", but if some small changes happened in it, then everything would change dramatically.

In the midst of 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 developed a drug using a unique compound formula that can stimulate the human body's extreme combat power.

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

But in this universe, the super soldier plan was discovered by spies in advance, and Dr. Erkins was assassinated by German agents before he could develop the formula. Also dying with him were 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 the efforts of the U.S. government at the time, it was unable to find any scientist who could advance the serum formula proposed by Dr. Erkins.

So much money has been invested, but everything has failed at this moment. This is unacceptable to everyone.

As a result, the US government turned its attention to mutants who already possessed various mutant abilities.

It was also from this moment that the 'Super Soldier Project' was transformed into the 'Mutant Gene Research Project'. The US government selected 300 black soldiers to undergo this military experimental program, but none of them survived. All died due to various accidents. Even if some of them barely survived, they basically could not survive for a few years.

These mutant genes are too incompatible for humans. Any human who is injected with mutant gene cells will eventually die from the broken gene chain. They will die suddenly and lose their lives one to three days after gaining the mutant ability.

There were countless failed research projects like this during World War II, and in the end they were all buried in history. None of them survived, and no one except a few people knew about it.
Back in the driving seat of your Impala.

Dean didn't remember how he walked out of the World War II Museum, nor did he remember what mood he was in when he returned to his car.

He had not yet come to terms with the story told by the old black man. At this moment, he just felt that his three views needed to be sorted out.

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

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

"I'm not any better than you. I'm also very confused right now. I didn't expect that Captain America has never appeared in this world. Not only that, Iron Man's father also died in that assassination. God knows how many more heroes will disappear in history." Sam took out the comic book and looked at the X-Men in it with a complicated expression.

"I'm beginning to understand Zhang Ye's difficulties." Dean wiped the sweat off his face, his eyes a little melancholy, a kind of indescribable pressure. "If he has been solving such troublesome things before, then I think our previous attempts to save the world were just playing house."

"I think the saddest thing is that we all know how those superheroes were born, but in this world no one knows, and no one even cares."

"Why care about something you don't know?"

Dean shook his head, raised his hand to start the car engine, and soon the Impala roared into life.

The night sky was lit up by flames, and the streets in the city were filled with noise and chaos. Countless people rushed out of their homes, armed with weapons, smashed and looted everything they could see.

No one cares about the wild sentinels in Manhattan, and no one cares about the mutants fleeing everywhere. People only know that the more extremely chaotic the situation is, the more they can use strength and violence to get something that they could not get before.

"Where are we going next?" Sam asked.

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

"It's not difficult to recall those heroes, Dean, but it's a bit difficult to find them here. If even Captain America and Iron Man have never appeared here, then all the heroes of the Avengers that we are familiar with cannot appear here."

Sam picked up the comic in his hand. "Just like Zhang Ye said, this is the world of the X-Men, and it is also a world that only has the X-Men."

"I think this is the problem. This should also be the question that Zhang Ye asked us to investigate. If there are only X-Men in this world, then there is no Howard Stark and no Dr. Erkins."

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

"But guess what happened here? Not only are there heroes from the Avengers here, but they also died in various accidents. No, it's not accurate to say they died because they didn't even show up.

Steve Rogers didn't get the Super Soldier Serum, Tony Stark wasn't born, and I guess Red Guardian didn't show up either, because they probably couldn't make the same Super Soldier Serum that Captain America did."

“It’s really a mess here.”

Sam sighed deeply, and no one knew how depressed he was feeling.

“Hopefully we can get this over with as soon as possible.”

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

The black old man staggered out, slowly took out the chain from his arms, and carefully put it on the 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 really brought back memories.

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

But when he unlocked the door and was about to go in to turn off the switch, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him, accompanied by some excited shouting.

Turning around, the old black man discovered that at some point a group of thugs had rushed into the museum's hall, holding crowbars and some even holding pistols.

"Gentlemen, the museum is closed. Please come back tomorrow."

"Oh come on old man!"

A gangster rudely interrupted the old man's words. He rushed over with a grin and called on the people behind him to rush into the museum.

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

"No! No, you can't do this!" Seeing this, the black old man hurriedly walked up and tried to stop these people.

But he was knocked to the ground by the leading thugs as soon as they met.

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

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

But when the hoarse voice reached the ears of the gangsters, it made them laugh as if they had heard a huge joke, and they all burst into laughter.

The leading thug 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 nothing but a hoax. The experiments that the United States conducted on the battlefield and the plans against mutants are all hoaxes they made up! There are no heroes at all, only the sin of conducting human experiments!"

As he said that, the gangster walked up to the old black man and looked down at him.

"You know what, old man, Magneto is right, this world should be ruled by mutants, not by those evil humans!"

“But, but you are also human.” The black old man roared.

"I'd rather I wasn't!"

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

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

As soon as he finished speaking, two tattooed guys, one tall and one short, walked out of the crowd. They had Molotov cocktails in their hands and without any preparation, they threw them directly at the exhibition stand in the museum.

With the sound of a glass bottle breaking, flames shot up into the sky and instantly covered half of the museum. Almost all the exhibition stands were burning 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 he got the strength from, and he pounced towards the thugs.

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

But the only response he got was the crowbar coming towards him.

With a 'bang', the old man flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, bleeding profusely.

The gangster wiped the blood off the crowbar with a sneer, looking at the old black man twitching slightly at his feet, his face full of mockery.

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

"Elijah Bradley, what a pity, you really shouldn't be fighting against a rock with an egg"

(End of this chapter)