Marvel Reverses Wolverine

1919, New York, East Egg, Long Island.

"Daisy, my dear, I will let you experience the charm of polo today, and you will definitely fall in love with me all over again! Trust me."

"Hahaha Tom, don't I love you now?"

Tom Buchanan held the hand of his newlywed wife, Daisy Buchanan, and ran anxiously towards the polo field of his mansion. He was wearing standard polo clothes, a knitted T-shirt, overalls, and shiny leather boots. , hair combed meticulously.

Outside the hedgerow on the edge of the stadium, a black stretched luxury car with a rather peculiar appearance, which was very different from the common coupes or box-type coupes nowadays, drove slowly past.

Tom Buchanan looked at the elegantly shaped mark on the front of the car, which resembled the letter H, and waved to the second attendant who was holding a towel.

"Has anyone been to the Howlett Mansion on the west side recently?" Buchanan asked seriously.

The attendant looked at the direction of the car and replied respectfully: "Yes sir, I saw a convoy driving past the day before yesterday. Yesterday, there were many servants and waiters taking care of the manor."

"Mr. Howlett must have come to live here. That model will not be sold to the outside world, so it must be like this. Daisy!"

Tom Buchanan murmured and hurriedly called his wife's name. Daisy Buchanan was happily playing with a brown-black horse. Her skin was extremely white and her hair was golden. In the sun, The bottom seemed to be glowing.

"Come on, we won't play polo today. Come with me to visit Howlett Manor." Buchanan still looked agitated, but he changed his mind eagerly.

"Don't fight? But honey, where are we going? How come I haven't heard of Howlett Manor."

Daisy blinked her big eyes, and she gradually got used to her husband's appearance.

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. Anyone who knows the name Howlett is not an ordinary person." He said with a little pride, handed the club to the waiter on the side, and adjusted the strap.

"But Tom, you can't just visit me in a polo shirt without sending a note of greetings in advance. It's not respectable."

Tom Buchanan seemed to realize that he was still wearing boots and overalls.

He nodded repeatedly and said loudly: "Yes, dear, this is not decent, Lawrence! Go and hand me the letter, and say that you hope to visit me if you are free tomorrow. Remember to mention my father's name!"

"Tom Buchanan? Old Buchanan's son?"

James asked the Casper housekeeper on the side with confusion. Most of Mr. Housekeeper's hair was gray now, but his energy was particularly good. This was because he practiced some "sports skills" taught to him by James on a daily basis.

Butler Casper couldn't help but responded with a smile: "This is not the old Buchanan you are familiar with. This is his grandson. He should be the youngest son of the contemporary Buchanan family patriarch."

James shook the delicately patterned letter paper in his hand helplessly and nodded.

He originally thought that this mansion that had been idle for many years in East Egg, Long Island would be relatively quiet, but he didn't expect that there would be people visiting the house the day after he moved in.

Since James changed his identity and appeared in the outside world, he has really attracted the attention of the upper-class capital aristocrats. As an energy, industry, and manufacturing oligarch in the entire world, the heirs of the Howlett family are the ones who control the power and huge power. Capital giants with wealth cannot ignore it.

Moving from Edmond to New York is also because it is more convenient for a series of current research and business matters.

The Howlett Machinery Pilot Factory in Brooklyn has now become the most sophisticated technical research institute in the United States, and is secretly researching and developing some products that are ahead of the times and are unknown to the outside world.

"You haven't eaten yet! Try harder, guys!"

A few drunkards who were staggering drunk and had big tongues were beating up a young man in the alley. They were all fat and strong, and they used their strength to punch the young man who was slightly bent over. Hitting and kicking, the alley was filled with mess.

The young man seemed to be fine. Not only did he not beg for mercy or curse, but he kept making sarcastic remarks, provoking several drunkards to think that they were useless wastes.

After a long while, the few big men finally lost any strength. They cursed in a daze, but in the end they still couldn't make this strange young man surrender. They had to say a few harsh words and walked out of the alleyway tiredly.

The young man slowly straightened up. He smoothed out his slightly wrinkled brown jacket, and there was a slight illusion of strange and distorted light on his body.

He smoothed his dark hair again and arranged it neatly into three-quarters rows.

The young man looked great. Not only did he not have any minor scratches on his body, his complexion was particularly rosy, his eyes were bright, and he was in high spirits.

It felt like I had just had a good night's sleep and had a perfect and hearty breakfast.

He walked out of the alley, crossed two streets and returned to the hotel where he was temporarily staying. He changed into a light gray double-breasted suit and picked up his resume and an invitation letter that read "Bedlam" Psychiatric hospital".

Today is the day for his interview. In fact, he is already quite confident about getting the invitation letter, but he still adjusts his condition as much as possible to make himself look better. This has been his habit for many years and he likes to do important things. Before doing something, make yourself full of energy.

Working at Bedlem will be the first stop for his grand career and blueprint.

"Sebastian Xiao, Mr. Xiao, you look much younger than the age on your resume."

A thin middle-aged woman with raised brows looked at Xiao's resume with some curiosity. She moved the frame hanging precariously on the tip of her nose and took a look at the job seeker opposite who looked like a young man and was a bit wickedly handsome. .

"A good mental state and mood keep people young, don't they, Ms. Farmer?"

Xiao showed a bright smile, and the way he smiled looked even worse, which was so bad that it made Ms. Farmer feel bad.

Farmer tried to be serious and continued to ask: "I saw that you first studied at Cambridge Engineering College, um. Later you went to study psychology and psychopathology. Can I know why?"

Xiao straightened the hem of his suit and said calmly: "It was my father's long-cherished wish to study in engineering college, but I have always been passionate about psychology. After graduation, I participated in the war as a technical force. You know, almost all young people of school age at that time All were drafted.”

He took a sip of the black tea that was handed to him, thanked him, expressed his praise, and continued: "Through the war, I have witnessed too many broken souls. God, you can't imagine the mental trauma and long-lasting pain caused by the war. The psychological stress disorder that cannot be dissipated is so terrible, so I determined to become a psychologist and psychiatrist to bring hope to the unfortunate people."

Xiao's rather solemn and solemn expression at the end made Ms. Farmer a little confused. He seemed to be a good young man. Although he regarded this profession as a bit noble, he must have good abilities, and now is the time when he is short of manpower. .

"Congratulations, Mr. Xiao. I'll take you to the hospital later to look around. The doctor will have his own room. It's not big, but it's quite comfortable. Of course, if you like to go to work every day, that's no problem. Most doctors prefer to go home and rest, after all the atmosphere here”

"Call me Sebastian, ma'am, I'm happy to live in the hospital so that I can have more time to devote to work and research."

Sebastian Xiao smiled even brighter. He particularly enjoyed the feeling that everything was going as he wished. His more ambitious ideals were also progressing step by step according to his own will.