Marvel Reverses Wolverine

Rose O'Hara has been obediently staying in James's study. She is a smart girl. Although she was frightened and turned white when she listened to the various inhuman cries and howls in the manor square outside the window, she was fine. Controlled his curiosity.

She even took out a shotgun in the study, checked it skillfully, loaded the bullets, and loaded the gun. There were not many daily entertainment activities in the manor, and James was particularly open-minded and doted on O'Hara, so she went out frequently. Hunting on horseback.

At this moment, O'Hara was leaning against the secret door leading to the basement, nervously listening to what was going on outside.

Boom!

The window was suddenly smashed by an embarrassed figure. A small but fat ugly man fell to the floor of the study. Ashy dust covered the man's pale face covered with blue and black bloodshot eyes. He got up in a hurry. , and in a blink of an eye he saw a tall girl trembling nervously.

hiss!

Marcus's mind has never turned so fast. In fact, he has no other choice at this moment. This monster-like Mr. Howlett is running on the wall of the manor, as if he is walking on flat ground, not slower than him at all. After James punched him, he was blasted into the room. At this time, other than grabbing a human being as a hostage, he could not think of any way to delay and save his life.

boom! boom!

The shotgun in the girl's hand hit him decisively. The impact on her chest slowed down his speed of killing him. He only paused for a moment. The fangs in her mouth grew a little longer and she pounced faster on the man who dared to shoot him. woman.

At this moment, the wall of the room seemed to have been blown up by a cannonball. The earth and rocks flew away, opening a hole as high as a person. The bricks and stones slammed into Marcus like they had eyes. He was buried with a rumble. By the wall.

James rushed in immediately and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that O'Hara was fine.

Looking at the vampire buried in the mound, he slowly raised his palm and pressed it down slowly but really quickly.

Vampire Marcus wanted to scream in pain, but his throat was just bleeding. James covered it with his palm and used the ultimate power that he could now activate An Jin. He just avoided his head, almost All the bones and tissues of this vampire were destroyed. There were bone stubbles protruding from the limbs of the body, all the internal organs were broken, and some foul-smelling black blood slowly emerged from below.

For a while, even with the vampire's self-healing ability, it was difficult to regain mobility.

late at night.

Little O'Hara groaned and leaned on James' shoulder. She looked very good, with a smile on her lips. She didn't get many opportunities to stay by James' side like this. She had a big heart since she was a child, and after experiencing this night, she didn't It’s nothing serious, I just muttered from time to time, “It’s so scary,” “Thanks, Master,” and “Master, you are so awesome!”

"Gun, is it useful?"

Victor was leaning against the door, still smiling obnoxiously. Although his figure was now more exaggerated, he walked as if he had grown a fleshy pad, making no sound. Except for James, it is difficult for ordinary people to detect it.

O'Hara glanced up at Victor, rolled her eyes wide, and ignored him.

"Is it closed, Victor?" James asked gently.

Victor snorted arrogantly in reply, and then said: "Don't steal my prey in the future."

"If you can handle it."

James's neither salty nor bland answer made Victor grit his teeth. He said no more and turned around to leave.

………………………

Helena is a newly emerging town. Just recently, people have been spreading rumors that gold has been discovered here. Many cowboys, explorers, gold diggers, and criminals have gathered here. Of course, they have also brought bar and restaurant owners. , hotel people. The gold mining boom is like the "industrialization-driven urbanization" of this era.

A group of black-clad riders have been staying in the largest and only hotel in the town for two or three days. This has left many explorers who came to gold mining with no place to stay. It’s not that no one bothered them, but they went to Those who died were unable to come out again.

"How many days has it been?" Adam said lazily, as if he had just gotten up. He had a long and narrow face and a narrow nose. He looked like a snake, but he had a strange sense of enchantment and handsomeness. He leaned against the back of the chair. He kept drinking the bright red liquid in the goblet.

"It's been three days, Master." He responded and looked at the sky outside. It was already evening.

"Marcus has been too late. If Vadoma hadn't lied, they wouldn't be able to come back."

"you do not believe me!"

"Ha, my lovely sister." Adam shook his head and continued.

"I didn't believe it at first. I thought it was a stupid excuse you were looking for for your failure. But Marcus is a cunning guy who is afraid of death, and he brought eighteen saints with him, even the hunter's nest of the Holy See , it shouldn’t be that no one can come to join us.”

"But master...how could it..." the vampire who had been waiting beside him said in disbelief.

"How can there be anyone who can defeat and kill my holy clan with bare hands? Really?"

Plop!

"Don't dare! I don't mean that! I don't dare to doubt the master's power at all!" The vampire servant who was standing immediately knelt down on one knee, his head sank deeply, and he explained in a panic.

Adam ignored the servant's confession. His pupils narrowed even more sharply and he did not make a sound for a long time. Vadoma on the side hesitated and did not dare to speak.

"No wait, the war has already begun. Davis, this idiot, still wants to defeat Lincoln on his own. Hum! Go back to Cedar Mountain and summon all the saints on the continent."

"Yes, Master Adam." The servant quickly got up and went to arrange things. Wadoma, who was holding a wine glass, looked a little bitter, and she looked even more disgusting with her already mean look.

"Howlett from Canada doesn't care?" She couldn't help but ask Adam.

"Ask your human servants to check, and check carefully." Then he said as if explaining to himself: "It won't be an ordinary human, it can't be a human, it's very likely to be the same as us..."

Adam seemed to be recalling something in his eyes. He had lived for a long time, and he had glimpsed the reality of the world.

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Howlett Manor, underground palace training room.

Buzz...buzz...

James rolled up a giant hollow lead sphere with a diameter of one meter. It was a special shot put weighing 1,500 kilograms. The shot put filled with a certain amount of mercury made a low and thick roar under his movement. Continuously, he moved with sliding steps, lunges, and steps in no fixed direction. From time to time, he would rub the shot put on his shoulders, then shake it up and hold it with his palms. No matter how exaggerated or weird the movements were, the ball would move smoothly and smoothly. Not dull at all.

The battle with the vampire attack was his first opportunity to truly let go of his fists and kill the enemy since he came to this world. This also allowed him to quickly find the last bit of inspiration for the transparent energy. Although he had once entered ation, but the true feelings of the body cannot be brought about by memory.

Over the years, James has been stuck at the peak of his dark energy, only a little bit of the strength above his head has not penetrated. Although he often fights with Victor, he always lacks a real murderous aura. No martial arts master can rely on ease to practice. Achieved through hard training alone.

Clang!

James suddenly punched the giant shot put. The lead and mercury, which was originally rotating at high speed in the ball, was forced to brake immediately by the force of the punch. For a moment, it was as if all the force was gone, and the shot put stopped spinning. Even the inertia disappeared, and it just stopped there, with only a sound as long as a morning bell echoing in the practice room.

He felt a chill on the top of his head, his scalp shrank, and a little strength escaped.

That’s how Kung Fu works.