Marvel Reverses Wolverine

Inside a three-story townhouse in Queens, New York.

Emma picked up a bottle of over-the-counter cough medicine and threw it numbly into the trash can. There were also many packaging boxes and reagent bottles of various medicines inside.

She picked up the blanket and gently covered her mother, straightened her messy, tarnished blond hair, bit her lip tightly, and wiped the saliva from the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand.

Poof,

The sound of the door closing and the tapping of leather shoes on the floor came from downstairs. Emma tidied the house in a panic to make her mother's room look less messy. She hurriedly stuffed a pile of medicines on the bedside into the drawer.

Mr. Winston Frost walked upstairs and looked at Emma who hurriedly closed the door and walked out, with a gloomy and terrifying expression on her face.

"Mother, she doesn't feel very well and has already fallen asleep."

Emma faced her father's cold gaze and said in a very soft but firm voice. She stood in front of the door in a lively manner, with her hands folded in front of her, with no intention of getting out of the way.

"snort."

Mr. Frost did not insist anymore and said coldly: "Whose car was it that sent you back that day?"

Emma was stunned for a moment. She remembered that when she came back from James Howlett's house, Mr. Butler arranged for a driver to take her off. She simply replied to her father.

"I went to visit my classmate's house. The driver brought it back."

"What kind of driver is needed for such an ordinary car? Don't forget what I told you Emma, ​​don't waste your time on the wrong person."

Mr. Winston Frost's words were still so emotionless and cold, but what really chilled Emma was the fact that this man meant what he said.

He paused and then said in a slightly softer tone: "Meister has many students from extraordinary families. You have always been outstanding. I think it is not difficult to meet a good boy."

"You should at least be a little patient. I haven't even gone to college yet."

Emma replied sarcastically. This idea in her father's mind had been clear for a long time.

Mr. Frost waved his hand impatiently: "Your mother and I have known each other since we were almost your age. University——"

"That's why she's like this now? She relies on drug abuse to anesthetize herself!"

"you!"

Winston Frost's throat felt as if a whole egg had been stuffed into the shell, and his neck was thick with anger. Emma was almost as tall as him, with a tall posture, looking straight at him, with firm eyes.

Before her father could continue to have an attack, Emma ran upstairs to her room, thinking randomly in frustration.

Her father only wanted to make his business better and bigger, and he wanted to marry her into a powerful noble family.

Due to illness and family changes in her early years, my mother abused various psychotropic drugs and became a recluse, almost indifferent to everything.

She hammered the pillow hard. Her confident and noble face at school was really a deep irony of such a life.

Emma inexplicably thought of that figure, the man who made her feel safe and a little mysterious for the first time. What was he doing? What would his world be like?

The headquarters of the Howlett Group in New York is the Empire State Building located on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan. It is owned by the Howlett Group from the 66th floor up. The entire Empire State Building was also planned and built by James in the late 1920s.

Nowadays, the Empire State Building has become one of the landmark symbols of New York and even the United States. Howlett is a name that is familiar to the ears of Western power and wealth leaders but is rarely exposed.

Jay Gatsby, Brian Foss, the son of the old butler Casper, Wallace Wedell, the Wedell family's new member of the group's management, and many senior managers who have never even met James are nervously Waiting for the arrival of the new person in charge.

"Is this how Mr. Bruce plans to hand over the family group to this twenty-year-old son?"

The deputy director of the Department of Energy approached Wallace Wedel in a low voice. He had the honor to meet Mr. Bruce Howlett once a few years ago. To be honest, he didn't look like a seventy-year-old man at all, especially when he was walking. The energy is much more efficient than his.

Wedel glanced at this old guy. People in the Department of Energy were generally "lazy".

Their most important job is to ensure the safety and smoothness of mining projects, and then they simply make money from the land. They don't even need to take care of mineral exploration.

"This Howlett's name is James? James II? The Howlett family is really weird. Each generation is passed down separately, and they are cultivated in secret. However, the group has reached this stage, and the safety and confidentiality of the heirs are indeed very important. .”

Jay Gatsby grinned. After turning fifty, he was much more restrained and wiser than before. He shook his head and thought that some people in the group thought too much.

Brian Foss had already arrived downstairs to wait for James. He was one step behind and followed the young master, still acting like the butler of the old Foss family.

James is wearing a black suit with a rare new style. The vest inner layer and silk scarf accessories are all complete, and it is completely unclear what brand it is.

His daily clothing items are all handmade by specialized craftsmen and tailors. Such top craftsmen will only serve two or three fixed families in their lifetime.

The top office of the Empire State Building, which has a ceiling of more than ten meters, is covered with dark gold. The five-meter-high pure copper door was slowly pushed open by the waiter. James walked in at a leisurely pace. The oppressive force of the tall and burly man was slightly swept away. After taking a look at everyone, he came to the top and sat down.

The back is completely floor-to-ceiling, and outside the single-sided transparent glass window, the most expensive land and space in the world are under your feet.

Only then did more than a dozen group executives take their seats. Mr. Wallace Wedel, the first person on the right hand side, introduced everyone present to James one by one.

James looked at the familiar faces or names. Although he already knew them well, it was still a bit interesting to get to know them again in a different position.

In the grand conference room of several thousand square meters, only Gatsby and Wallace were aware of James's mood at the long table. They unconsciously thought that if they changed their identities every few decades, what would they be like? What a feeling.

“My grandfather, my father and even my great-grandfather, Mr. William Howlett, are all very wise and far-sighted people. One of them came across the sea from England, the other came to the United States from Canada, and my father Bruce Howlett has radiated the power of the family to the whole world."

"As a successor, I feel helpless that there doesn't seem to be much left for me to do. I can rest assured that you will continue to run the group."

As soon as James finished speaking, everyone in the room seemed to be relieved of their burdens. What he was most afraid of was that after the young master came to the stage, he would make great achievements in a big way. However, looking at the style of James II, he was a bit free and uninhibited. .

"Except for the Howlett Advanced Technology Research Institute, which will once again increase its budget and authority, there are not many changes in other aspects. The military industry may not be as quiet as imagined in the past few years."

He glanced at Jay Gatsby, who was second on the left, who nodded understandingly. Since Prime Minister Churchill's "Iron Curtain" speech, Truman and Stalin had already made preparations for an arms race, and had just concluded the Second The world of war has not calmed down.

"All subsequent developments of the group must give way to new technologies and scientific research. The Howlett family has been able to remain standing since we were the first to complete the manufacturing and use of internal combustion engines. How are the mergers and acquisitions of Stark Industries going? ”

Gatsby and Wallace Fosse looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Master, Howard Stark didn't give us any chance to negotiate. He even pretended to be interested a few times. This is my incompetence."

"Let him go, but the anti-gravity technology developed by Howard in the past two years must be obtained. You go down and find a way to give you the greatest authority."

Jay Gatsby was not optimistic about this technology. The gimmick was far greater than the reality. He didn't understand why Mr. Howlett valued it so much, but it was his consistent attitude to be obedient and do things as he was told.

After all, after reaching this position, Gatsby found that there was almost no one else in the world who needed to make him obedient.

Although Ms. Claire Vaillant doesn't like the man who calls himself the Black Emperor, he does hit a very blank field in the Soviet Union.

Facing the threat of American super soldiers and atomic bombs, the Soviet Union must have the power to deal with it.

There are five sentries and ten posts in the Kremlin, and the cold and chilly environment in Moscow adds a bit of solemnity. Sebastian Xiao looks at the Soviet political center with a completely different atmosphere, and is quite interested in talking to Berlin. Compare.

"Comrade Rudolf Ivanovich Abel is a legendary intelligence worker. He will review the abilities and techniques you mentioned. I hope Mr. Xiao will not be too lax."

Xiao comically gave a less than standard military salute and nodded with a smile. He found that the two countries were very similar in terms of rigidity and seriousness.

Office of the Soviet Ministry of Intelligence.

"Sebastian Xiao, you have a nickname called Black King, right? It comes from chess?"

"Yes, Comrade Abel."

Xiao sat in front of this legendary agent who was somewhat bald and looked very friendly with round eyes. He spoke kindly. His Russian language had improved a lot. After all, his real life span was almost seventy years old and he had dabbled in the field when he was young. this language.

Rudolf Abel shook his head, looked at the document in his hand and said: "You don't have to call me comrade. We have no such relationship with each other. Chess is very popular in the Soviet Union."

Abel's lenses flashed and he suddenly smiled. He looked at Xiao and spoke German with a standard Berlin accent.

"Dr. Klaus Schmidt, I wonder why you came to Moscow?"

Xiao was stunned, shrugged, and replied also in German: "Bring strength to your country."

"Like you did in Auschwitz?"

Xiao didn't care at all. He nodded with a smile and asked, "So, have your intelligence work revealed the truth about the destruction of Auschwitz?"

"Of course, many prisoners of war there are our soldiers."

"Very good. Those two people are closely related to the American hero of World War II, Steve Rogers. At least I have fought against the one known as the Red Devil. I wonder if you know anything about this."

Xiao did throw out a piece of useful intelligence information. Although the United States only has one super soldier named Captain America, it already shows that they are at the forefront in the field of supernatural powers, while the Soviet Union's research has not yet yielded any tangible results.

"Have you fought against him?"

Abel asked with some suspicion. There is no information about Xiao or Dr. Klaus Schmidt's intelligence information about his personal supernatural powers.

Xiao looked around and placed his right hand on the coal-burning stove, which was usually used to heat the house and boil water for coffee.

Abel and Ms. Claire Vaillant subconsciously stood up and tried to stop it, but looking at Xiao's smiling face, they couldn't help but look serious. Xiao just trembled vaguely in his hands and had no other reaction.

boom!

Xiao's left hand burst into flames. He was now more comfortable transforming the nature of energy. The fire became more and more intense, even burning the curtains on the side.

"Well, Mr. Sebastian Shaw, most scientists or researchers were abducted by the Americans after the fall of Germany. The Soviet Union also welcomes such talents. I hope you can contribute to our cause."

Xiao withdrew the flame and continued to look at Abel quietly, listening to the other person's last words.

"I will introduce you to Comrade Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin."

Sebastian Xiao nodded and finally smiled brightly.

I have dealt with the broken points and no longer have such a strong sense of suspense.

Harmful, to be honest, it is easy for newcomers to make mistakes. I thought it was good to leave suspense like this.

I have opened a costume thread. You can design some mutant costumes by yourself, including name, gender, appearance, ability introduction, etc. If you are interested in writing about his personal background, you are welcome━(*｀*)ノ任!

But it is best to be one who is not very capable. After all, they are all cannon fodder and sidekicks. They are all Omegas and Alphas. There is really no use in trading except to see the rise and rise and say they are awesome.

Hmm. Everyone understands this chapter today, so I can write some mutants with a Soviet background, and then of course face the continued need for mutants as extras.

Just love you all!