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Since joining the Deutsches National Institut, Abraham Erskine has rarely seen his former classmate and experimental partner, Johann Schmidt.

Schmidt quickly transferred to the National Weapons Research and Development Department, where scientists from the physics department mainly studied military equipment.

It doesn't matter what subject he specializes in. John Schmidt has a strong learning ability, but the purpose of learning is to get better conditions and jump to a higher position. He is more interested in studying politics and power.

Erskine's project at the University of Munich continued, and he made considerable breakthroughs in the human body's ultimate capabilities and evolutionary possibilities.

The research on strengthening the human body's physique and breaking through potential has a clear direction, and he has also made certain discoveries about the mutations and variants of human genes.

"Abraham Erskine, I haven't seen him for a while."

At the gate of the institute, Erskine, who was about to go home, ran into Schmidt, whom he had not seen for a long time.

"Yeah, John, where are you going? The suit is great, and it looks great with this leather trench coat."

Schmidt looked like he was going to participate in some event. He was wearing high patent leather boots and a black leather windbreaker, looking more like an officer.

"I'm going to attend a rally of the Workers' Party. Mr. Adolf Hitler is a very charismatic and talented man! Come with me Erskine, and I will introduce you to some key members of the party."

Schmidt became visibly excited when he mentioned Adolf Hitler.

Abraham shook his head and declined his invitation. He had heard about Mr. Hitler, who was extremely nationalistic and had been unfriendly to the Jews many times, both covertly and overtly, and he was not interested in these social and political gatherings at all.

Schmidt didn't care about the other party's rejection. He had no expectations. Instead, he asked more about Erskine's recent research on human enhancement reagents. After arriving at the weapons research and development department, he found that his old classmate's research was very interesting. potential.

"So this Mr. Gatsby is an opportunist."

"Yes, young master, this Mr. Jay Gatsby has participated in the war and was an officer. His current wealth mainly relies on illegally selling bootleg liquor in pharmacies and working with the gang leader Miles Nicknamed 'Big Money'. Wolfshim has a close relationship, and Mr. Gatsby has been secretly doing some illegal stock manipulation."

James listened to Remus's investigation of Mr. Gatsby, the owner of the mansion across the coast. It has been four or five years. Gatsby's mansion in West Egg has always held grand parties on weekends, for all the people in New York. No one refuses.

Of course, they are gorgeously dressed and glamorous people.

James inevitably became interested in this rich man. He arranged for someone to conduct a little investigation, but he immediately found out about Mr. Gatsby.

"In such a business, he still doesn't know how to restrain himself. Looking at how he started, he doesn't look like a brainless person."

James paused for a moment and looked at the time. Today happened to be Saturday.

"Asazo!"

Poof, the red devil teleported to the study. He was bored in the room, thinking about where to go.

"Let's go to a party and clean up. Remus, you can join us," James ordered neatly.

Asazo was extremely excited, flattering loudly, and a burst of black smoke rose up. He went back to the room to prepare his cumbersome and troublesome "underwear".

Gatsby's mansion still exaggerates the hustle and bustle to the extreme. There are many people here in strange clothes, and Asazzo's mummy-like appearance only attracts more glances.

"Dad, I like this!" Asazo came up and shouted loudly. He didn't expect that this somewhat boring father knew such a fun place.

Asazo quickly ran to the dance floor and started dancing. People around him looked at him wearing an exquisite black suit, but it was carefully wrapped in silver-white strips of silk. They all thought it was some kind of new style performance, and they all thought it was some kind of new style performance. Come up and dance together.

James casually grabbed a glass of wine and motioned for Remus to go hang out. Then he strolled up to the second floor, leaning against the railing and looking at Asazo, who was dancing more and more exaggeratedly below.

"This must be your first time here. I've never seen you before."

James remembered the pleasant female voice next to him. He turned around and saw an extremely tall woman with short hair. She looked to be in her twenties, with eyes like a deer, clear facial features, and a slightly curious tone.

James' current height is almost 1.95 meters. This is the lowest height that he has deliberately compressed after completely stabilizing his body shape after another bone replacement. But this beautiful lady is almost eye level with him in high heels, so no wonder she notices James.

After all, although white men are generally tall, there are still very few who can control such tall women.

"Yes, it's the first time. I live on the other side. Every weekend night, this place looks like a pearl in the night, so I'm curious to see it."

The tall lady stared at James with interest. This man's indescribable temperament and young and handsome appearance like a Greek sculpture were like a young body inhabited by an ancient soul.

"Jordan Baker, golf player." She took the initiative to extend her slender fingers and shook James' hand.

"Bruce, Bruce Howlett, do you come here often? Have you ever seen Mr. Gatsby?"

James smiled casually and said that what was very strange to him was that Mr. Gatsby had been holding such grand parties for many years but had never appeared in public. Many people had only heard of the name but had never seen him.

Miss Baker smiled slyly, and said jokingly: "I have only met Mr. Gatsby not long ago. I believe that you will not find the second person who has seen him in the entire party, but I promised him, Can’t talk about it with others.”

"I have a lawn at home that is perfect for golf. Are you interested in coming and playing?"

James invited with a smile. His exposed teeth were as flat as snow, and his canines were slightly sharp and protruding, giving him a strange charm.

The early morning sunlight shone on the end of the large pillar bed in James's bedroom. One of his slender white feet retracted from the quilt. James stood up and opened the window, without any sign of morning dejection on his face.

"Bruce, I don't think I have the energy to play anymore today."

Miss Jordan Baker sank tiredly into the velvet silk quilt, not wanting to move.

"It doesn't matter, you can fight whenever you want."

James put a glass of water next to her considerately and skillfully, and continued with some humor: "I didn't expect that Mr. Gatsby had been holding glamorous parties for several years, just to attract someone to come in and take a look."

Miss Baker gained some strength from the fire of gossip, stood up and propped up her chin, murmuring: "Isn't that right? Because it's not far from your house, and you can see it from across the coast -"

She quickly covered her mouth and accidentally revealed more.

James didn't care and didn't intend to ask further. He just valued Mr. Gatsby's ability to dance and deceive people. Since this somewhat strange party was just for a certain infatuation, it did not affect his use of cover. Zibi do something.