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The oppressive atmosphere in the Presidential Office of the White House, which had been silent for a long time, was like the day when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor and President Roosevelt decided to declare all-out war.

President Truman murmured as if explaining to himself. Everyone in the round hall looked at each other, as if they could not think of any other answer except this result.

Professor Oppenheimer gritted his teeth and whispered: "According to the explosion observation data, it was an air explosion at a height of three to five hundred meters in the air. The Soviet Union has indeed started research in this area, but theoretically it should not have results so quickly. "

"I just showed off the power of the atomic bomb to Stalin at the meeting a few days ago. He just told me calmly that he hoped to use this weapon to deal with Japan."

Truman said absentmindedly that he should not reveal his feelings in front of his subordinates. He sneered twice and shook his head.

"Unless Stalin jumps out on his own, we will have to hold our noses and admit that this is the work of the United States. The Japanese royal family hiding in Tokyo air-raid shelters, as well as many upper classes and military leaders, were all killed by direct or indirect atomic bombs. "Under the explosion"

"Mr. President, according to the rules of war, we did nothing wrong. Tokyo's nuclear bomb was only a few hours later than Nagasaki, and Japan did not formally declare its surrender. This can be regarded as the strategic plan of the United States."

Secretary of War Charles Forester solemnly and earnestly "comforted" President Truman.

Mr. President glared at the general angrily and gasped.

"Don't I understand? But this terrible fact and secret can only be swallowed by ourselves. From today on, the true situation of the Tokyo atomic bombing incident will be classified as the top secret of the United States. Area 51 will be sealed and there will be no declassification time for the time being."

Everyone in the room filed out of the room dully after being reiterated the highest confidentiality regulations. At the end, Dr. Oppenheimer, who presided over the entire Manhattan Project, had an almost impossible idea in his mind.

He shook his head, laughing at himself for having such unrealistic thoughts.

——James Howlett, this super oligarch who provided more than half of the development funds of the Manhattan Project, scientific research backbone support, and most of the raw uranium ore.

How could it be possible to deliver an atomic bomb that was only theoretically possible to Japan, which had nothing to do with itself?

Howlett Manor on Long Island was built decades ago.

Although it is not as old as Edmond's old house, which has accumulated over more than a hundred years, like a castle, the rows of huge old thorn bushes have grown stronger and more gnarled, as big as oak trees.

Several maple trees, sycamore trees, boxwood trees, and myrtle trees were planted, and they all grew with lush leaves and branches, as green as a canopy.

Emma Frost and Eric Lensherr took a Ford sedan that was commonly driven by the middle class. She originally thought that Eric's family was not too wealthy, but the size of this Long Island estate The style is definitely not something that ordinary people can have.

"Frost, this is the house of a distant brother of mine. My mother and I came here from Poland to join him because of the war."

While Eric was introducing the relationships and experiences he had made up to Emma, ​​he was relieved that his father was happy to receive visiting classmates from the school for him.

"My mother's English is not very good, so it's not convenient for her to communicate with you. Brother James will talk to you."

The manor's waiter was already waiting outside the foyer, greeted Emma gracefully, and led them into the main building.

"Brother? But he is clearly thinking about 'dad'."

Emma glanced at Eric with a strange and cryptic look, who looked relaxed and even a little happy. This somewhat mysterious male classmate said different things, leaving young Emma a little confused.

James was talking to the housekeeper Jules Burnham in the study upstairs. Housekeeper Caspar was old and had returned to the old house to recuperate.

Watching the children of the old guys from the Howlett family training and studying in the manor every day, I enjoyed myself quite a lot.

Brian, the son of Butler Casper, did not inherit the responsibilities of the butler like his father and grandfather Wayne Foss. Instead, he entered the senior management of the group and was responsible for many affairs in the family business.

He is a top student at Harvard Business School and is more suitable to pursue his ambitions in business.

The new butler, Jules Burnham, is a descendant of a wolf pack member and was selected to be the new butler. He is a man who is less than forty years old, experienced and thoughtful.

"Master, Eric's classmate has arrived, she is a young lady."

"Well, Jules, please help me entertain the guests first."

Mr. Butler bowed in response and exited the study, while making appropriate arrangements for the attendants who came in to inform them.

Emma Frost's father is a well-known wealthy businessman in Boston, so she has experienced extraordinary things since she was a child. From the outside, this manor-style mansion already has a somewhat primitive and settled temperament, and the interior furnishings are even more simple and elegant.

There is no splendid traditional European mansion style, nor too many expensive ornaments and decorations. All the differences are unique reflections in details and textures.

The tabletop is made of marble and cut natural crystal, the chairs are made of nanmu wood, and a giant pattern with a mysterious composition on the fireplace in the living room is suspected to be inlaid with natural gemstones.

Emma watched the waiter present the exquisite snacks and ice cream, which were all freshly made and still exuded the aroma of being baked. She thanked the butler politely and was not in a hurry to taste them.

She is not interested in the wealth of the elder Eric, but hopes to get to know this mysterious gentleman through contact, so as to understand some knowledge beyond people's cognitive scope.

Emma is very confident in her abilities. She can definitely "hear" many secrets with just verbal guidance.

"The young master will be here soon. There is a little delay. Miss, please wait a moment."

As soon as Butler Jules finished speaking, James walked down the marble-paved spiral escalator. He was casually wearing a light sweater and casual trousers. He was tall and handsome. He smiled and said hello to Emma.

"Hello, I am Eric's cousin, James Howlett. Well, technically speaking, I am James II. You are welcome to be our guest."

Emma looked at this tall and handsome young man who was as tall and handsome as a sculpture, and was extremely friendly and cheerful. She couldn't help but be distracted for a moment. James's body shape and temperament were very oppressive, and his natural and free attitude transformed it very well. A reassuring sense of security.

"Ah, Emma Frost, disturbing Mr. Howlett."

Emma and James gently shook their outstretched palms, and their cheeks felt warm for some reason.

"Welcome, Miss Frost, please do as you please."

James looked at Eric, who was sitting on the side looking a little embarrassed, and thoughtfully asked him to stay with his mother, Mrs. Edith.

Eric secretly thanked his father for his help. Although it was just a classmate's visit, there was still an inexplicable atmosphere like a teacher meeting a parent. Perhaps Frost's aura and temperament were too mature.

The boy was thinking randomly as he said hello and ran away. After not taking two steps, he ran back to get an ice cream and winked at James.

Emma frowned imperceptibly: "It's 'Dad' again. Is this what Eric and this cousin call him privately? I look too mature? Doesn't it make me look older?"

Emma unconsciously read Eric's thoughts, and was even strangely worried about her own image. Since she discovered this ability, she has become accustomed to people's inner criticism and comments about her appearance. .

Until I was able to master and control the ability to read the thoughts and emotions in other people's minds, and let go of the real but unspoken thoughts that people have in their hearts, I already had my own persistence and judgment.

"I wish Eric all the best in Maistre. I always wanted him to make some friends. He had a lot of bad experiences during the war in Poland."

Hearing James's words, Emma quickly gathered herself. She had "ulterior motives" today and couldn't waste this opportunity.

"Eric is very good at rugby. I have already suggested that he join the school's rugby team. Mr. Howlett doesn't have to worry too much. Since he showed off on the court, many classmates have taken the initiative to invite Eric to play with him."

James smiled and nodded, and chatted with Miss Frost about some innocuous matters about Meister School.

He gradually became aware of some interesting "things" in his mind, and while continuing to chat, he looked at the beautiful and generous young female student with a half-smile.

"It's great to have a brother like you Eric. He always calls you 'Dad'. I originally thought he would be an older man."

The more Emma chatted, the weirder she became. She had already focused her attention on the handsome Mr. Jean opposite her. However, from beginning to end, Emma did not read even a trace of emotional fluctuations.

Emma couldn't hear any other sounds except the words spoken by James. Could it be that he was extremely focused and even had special training? You can stop having distracting thoughts and associations in your mind.

Emma took a risk and proposed the title "Dad". She wanted to see if the young Mr. Howlett would still be so consistent with his words.

James smiled heartily, revealing his four slightly protruding canine teeth, which brought on a bit of enchantment. He nodded and spoke jokingly.

"Yes, some people will call me that, but I believe Eric will not take the initiative to mention me and this title in front of you, right, Miss Frost."

After James finished speaking, he gently tapped his temple with his finger, still smiling brightly as he looked at Emma who was stunned as if struck by lightning, her beautiful eyes widened and motionless.

The young, beautiful and extraordinary Miss Emma Frost is a mutant with telepathic abilities.