Choose the Sharingan at the beginning of the American manga

During World War II, the entire world was basically filled with the roar of artillery fire.

People all over the world are in danger.

In order to win the war and prevent the world from falling into the hands of the evil Axis powers, an elite team from various fields was born, led by US President Roosevelt and personally approved by the heads of major European countries.

Strategic Science Corps.

The main mission of its birth was to deal with Hydra, an organization under the Third Reich.

An evil organization founded after the terrifying monster Hydra in Greek mythology.

In fact, Hydra may not have been founded by the Third Reich. The reasons for the establishment of this mysterious organization are much older.

However, the current leader of Hydra is a man named John Schmidt, nicknamed the Red Skull.

The first German officer to receive the super soldier serum, he calls himself a human being of the new era and Adolf's male favorite.

After finding the Rubik's Cube in a Norwegian church, he also chose to betray the Third Reich.

Maybe it was to prove that he was not relying on favor to act recklessly, do some nonsense, and finally decided to destroy the whole world by himself and create a brand new world.

Perhaps, at that time, he would favor Adolf instead.

But in reality, John Schmidt was just the first shoddy product created by the Super Soldier Serum.

It was precisely because he was aware of his evil ambitions that the developer of the super soldier serum, Abraham Erskine, defected.

The super soldier serum fell into the hands of the Strategic Science Corps.

This is also the current main task of the Strategic Science Corps, to create an unprecedented army with the super soldier serum.

This was the final word and the complete defeat of the Third Reich led by Germany.

New Jersey, Lehigh Training Camp

The camp used by the Strategic Science Corps to select the first batch of candidates to be injected with the super soldier serum.

It can be said that all the selected soldiers are elites on the battlefield.

There is only one that makes people feel pitiful and want to cry.

This was the first feeling Colonel Phillips had when he saw Rogers Steve when he was in charge of the military camp training during the recruit training.

If Erskine, who recommended him, hadn't been standing next to him, the always serious Colonel Phillips would have kicked Rogers in the ass and told him to get away as far as he could.

He didn't want to be court-martialed for murdering a soldier.

Two weeks later, Steve Rogers, who had just finished a long-distance cross-country run, was breathing heavily while looking at Wayne Stark, who was in high spirits.

"Why did you choose to be a recruit, Wayne?"

He was a little confused. It was also Stark, and Howard had become a high-ranking advisor to the Strategic Science Group.

But Wayne Stark was willing to huddle with a group of sweaty soldiers.

"Why did you choose to join the army, Rogers?" Wayne asked, looking at Rogers who looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

He would reject Peggy Carter and choose to start as a soldier purely for the Ninja Three Body Technique.

As for Rogers, a man who has been frail since childhood and suffers from mild asthma, why?

"I understand, Wayne." Rogers fell silent after hearing this, and then said with bright eyes.

"You are a man full of justice in your heart. Playboy is just the world's prejudice against you."

"..."

"It seems that the thin, pitiful and helpless Rogers is thinking again." Wayne thought in his heart, he really wanted to say that I am a real flower.

But the current result is quite good.

After all, he, Wayne, was an excellent man.

"I was indeed right about you Rogers. Although you are at the bottom in all aspects of your performance, there is one thing. I think no one in the entire training camp can compare with you, because you have a noble character."

"Thank you for the compliment Wayne, I decided to complete a hundred push-ups this afternoon."

Rogers wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes began to shine, and his fighting spirit was high.

"Starting from tomorrow, just like you, I will do a hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, and a hundred squats every day, plus ten kilometers of long-distance running. One day I can become stronger."

In Rogers' view, before he stepped into the military camp, Wayne Stark was just an aristocratic young man who traveled in and out of luxury cars and was accompanied by beautiful women.

As for Rogers, although he was frail and sick, he was an indomitable fighter who roamed the streets of Brooklyn. There was no reason why he couldn't persevere.

Silly boy, it's because I have chakra.

Otherwise, why do you think I can deal with those unruly soldiers in the military camp?

"Come on." Wayne clapped happily. If the future Captain America becomes bald, it will be very interesting.

Maybe he can get rid of Marvel's 50-50 split and defeat Thanos, so he doesn't have to worry about getting his fingers snapped.

"Beep..."

"Gathering, emergency gathering"

At this moment, a sharp military whistle suddenly sounded.

A minute later, all the soldiers who had finished their cross-country running, dragging their exhausted bodies, lined up neatly in front of the hot playground.

At this moment, even Gilmer Hodge, who provoked Peggy Carter on the first day and was beaten until his nosebleed splattered, did not dare to be dissatisfied at all.

The cruel military camp training has given them a deep understanding of the consequences of disobeying orders.

As the only female officer in the camp, she has fully proved during this period that her methods are no worse than her cold appearance.

"After this period of time, who do you think has the best results among this group of people?"

Standing in the distance, watching the new recruits being lectured, the strict Colonel Phillips said to Peggy Carter.

"Wayne Stark." Peggy Carter, who was holding the report, said without any hesitation.

She did not expect this result.

Because at first, she thought it would be Hodge who dared to provoke her on the first day.

But besides this playboy's face that makes women crazy, his tenacity in training deeply shocked her.

No matter how tired you are on the first day, you always become more energetic the next day.

Sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder if this was why New York women were so enthusiastic about it.

Good looks, good looks, and capable.

"You see, any playboy is more powerful than that skinny little man. Only our Dr. Erskine, as if obsessed, thinks that only Rogers is the best candidate."

Colonel Phillips was very dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do.

Although Rogers worked equally hard, his naturally frail and sickly constitution destined him not to become an excellent soldier.

In his opinion, even a thin girl would be stronger than him after such a long period of training.

"Maybe the doctor has his own ideas." Peggy Carter glanced at Erskine walking over and reminded Phillips.

"We still have time." Erskine said calmly, apparently hearing the conversation just now.

"No matter how much time we give him, he will never become a real soldier." Colonel Phillips retorted.

Erskine may have only needed to provide the serum, but he had put so much effort into this plan.

If the most suitable person cannot be selected, the military, senators, and politicians who only focus on interests will completely ruin his military career.

"Super serum testers definitely don't just look at physical strength." Erskine said slowly.

He knew very well how powerful the serum he developed was.

"What I care about is character. If conditions permit, the super soldier may not choose just one person." Erskine thought silently in his heart.

"On the battlefield of moral character, it can never be decided by these elegant things."

"What really determines everything is bravery and courage."

After saying that, Colonel Phillips took the model grenade and threw it on the military training ground.