Marvel Reverses Wolverine

Wow!

Lincoln's youngest son, who was still holding a soldier toy and a small silver dagger in his hands, was so frightened by the evil ghost-like thing in front of him that he howled.

As the cry resounded, James stepped forward. The elegant carpet pricked and cracked with a crack. When the tip of the tall and thin maid's nose was almost touching the child's white and sweet skin, his sight was suddenly pulled away. The Revolutionary War murals filled the eyes and suddenly turned scarlet.

Boom! James grabbed the back of the maid's head and pushed her deeply to the ground. The huge impact caused the entire skull to bleed and stain her retinas red. She twitched twice and became silent.

President Lincoln rushed into the room, followed by shouts and footsteps. Seeing the maid who was still looking like a ghost on the ground, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, with great relief on her face.

James squatted in front of little Lincoln, covering the child's tear-filled eyes to prevent him from seeing this terrible scene. He picked him up and carried him to Lincoln's arms.

"Young gentleman is very good. Judging from your appearance, I must--"

"Behind me!"

The maid behind James pounced on him like a corpse. President Lincoln shouted a warning when he saw it. The guards who arrived later were all holding guns, but they were worried that shooting would hurt Mr. President and the guests, so they were stunned for a moment. There.

James still smiled gently, as if he didn't realize that the sharp teeth were close to his neck. In the blink of an eye, he twisted his body, and the figure with a height of nearly two hundred centimeters in the distance between the two steps disappeared like an illusion. He avoided the bite, slashed the maid's neck with his palm knife, turned his wrist and clamped it under his arm.

The arms tightened, and "Bang!" The tall and thin maid's neck was twisted violently. James tapped his right hand lightly on the maid's back, and there was another dull thud, breaking her spine.

Even though the maid who was thrown to the ground had her neck and cervical vertebrae broken, she still screamed and cursed with her mouth open, but her body could not move. James raised his foot and stepped on her face to prevent the unknown creature from rising again, and continued what he had just said.

"Looking at you, I guess you have some story to tell me?"

………………

Two tall men were smoking cigars in the somewhat cramped storage room. In the midst of the smoke, James rubbed the bright silver blade of a long-handled ax with his fingertips. The thick axe handle was frosted by years of holding it. Glaze, there are some blackened silver-edged daggers, spikes, glass bottles, etc. in the box next to him.

"Does only silver work? I mean, for example, wood thorns and sunlight. According to legend, these are fatal to vampires." James asked the president seriously, who was leaning on the wooden box.

"The legend is not entirely true. Wood has no effect at all. They hate the sun, which will weaken them. Long-term exposure will also cause damage, so they will cover them with something like sunscreen, but it is not fatal."

"Oh! By the way, you can also use fire."

Lincoln stood up and took the long ax in James' hand, flipped it over in a dance, skillfully switched his hands, made a few false blows, and added at the same time.

"They can deceive your vision and create a certain degree of invisibility, which is especially difficult to detect in shadows and nights. They are as fast as a galloping horse and as strong as an ox. In addition to silver, injuries caused by other weapons or methods can be quickly recovered. "

James tilted his head and asked, "Can you survive even if you cut off your head?"

"Well... that's not possible. You can cut off the head, but it's difficult to do." Mr. President said hesitantly, as if he was wondering why he had never thought of this method.

"The truth of history is so unbelievable. The great Mr. Abraham Lincoln was once an outstanding vampire hunter, and the slave owners in the South were direct or indirect members of the vampire family. Mr. President, you are really too conceited. People are surprised." After James finished speaking, he bowed slightly and bowed.

"How can I be considered great?" President Lincoln shook his head and continued: "There are too many so-called truths that have been buried. Only a few people know some. The vampires in America came to this continent together with the European pioneers. , they have become deeply ingrained to this day, you should remember the death of Governor Smith and his niece a few years ago.”

James said with some uneasiness on his face: "Of course...I heard it was food poisoning?"

"No, it's most likely what these vampire beasts did. At that time, they even alerted the British Vatican to investigate the incident."

James said noncommittally: "Mr. President, I think--"

"Call me Abel. No matter how you saved my son, I will never forget this love! Mr. Howlett!" President Lincoln said seriously and solemnly.

"Call me James." He softened his tone.

The two blew out smoke rings and smiled at each other.

"And you, James, it's time to tell your story. For example, how old are you this year."

James was stunned for a moment and said a little strangely: "More than 20 years old."

Mr. President was a little surprised and hesitantly asked: "Not more than 120 years old? More than 220 years old?" James secretly cursed that he was indeed not an ordinary human being, and this problem was really a headache.

"Then how did you find out? How did you know that something would happen in that room from such a distance?" President Lincoln looked even more confused.

"Smell. Since I came to the White House tonight, I have smelled traces of blood. I didn't think much about it at first. After all, there are many guards here and professional soldiers often come and go. Of course, there is a strong smell on your body, too. I just wonder if you have ever been on the battlefield."

James took another puff of his cigar, puffing out smoke and continued: "But when that thing got closer, I knew it was definitely not a normal person. The rich smell of blood, like a mountain of piled corpses, exuded a person... The stench of fainting. My nose has always been very sensitive, and this smell made me nauseous. So I kept paying attention until I felt the strong murderous intent erupting. The matter was urgent at the time and I couldn't explain more to you."

President Lincoln looked at James seriously but somewhat playfully, and was silent for a moment.

"I believe you can also see that I cannot be regarded as an ordinary person, but I can promise you that I must be a human being, and I do not need to obtain power through the methods of dark creatures like this." James pondered for a moment and continued.

"I believe in you, even if you are a vampire, it doesn't matter. The person who leads and trains me is a vampire with a bottom line of conscience. There are always some people who are forced to become like this, and they have become the trainers of the first batch of vampire hunters. .”

Mr. President's eyes sparkled with memories, and he recounted the story of witnessing his mother being killed by a vampire in his childhood, and then becoming a hunter by chance to take revenge...

It was already early the next morning when James left the White House, and he chatted with the President all night long. How to deal with vampire slave owners, America's political problems, the need to abolish slavery, and more.

President Lincoln was deeply moved by the young and mysterious Mr. Howlett's extraordinary insights and profound understanding. With nearly two hundred years of insight and foresight, James is full of unique wisdom in his thoughts and perspectives on this country and the world.

The President expressed the hope that James could stay in Washington to help him defeat the southern slave-owning system and defeat the vampire group raging on this continent.

James did not agree immediately. He still had some things to complete, and it was not the time for him to appear yet. This is a war that has swept through such a huge country and involved tens of millions of people. It cannot be solved by an individual, even if James can no longer find a threat in the current world of ordinary humans.

On the way back, he fell into deep doubts. The book was only used up when it was used. At this moment, James was very upset about why he didn't read more movies or related stories in the Marvel Universe in his previous life.

As far as he knew, there should be no such creatures as vampires in this world, but now not only the entire southern United States has become the largest gathering of vampires in the world, but even the famous President Abraham Lincoln has become a vampire hunter!

The world is becoming more and more complex, how useful is a little memory of the past life...

As he approached the manor, James finally made up his mind. No matter how complicated and dangerous the world was, his fists and strength were the foundation for dealing with everything. It has been nearly five years since he entered An Jin. Over the past few days, he has gradually felt that the energy has penetrated his face.

It's almost time to step into the level of strength that you have reached before.