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"Dear Mr. Howlett, this is my first personal letter since taking office. Yes, as I have mentioned in our previous correspondence, you and I need to have a face-to-face conversation and get to know each other formally. As the largest member of my campaign, As a funder and even the most important capital partner since the founding of the Republican Party, you have the right and the obligation to put forward your own political leanings and demands. Looking forward to our meeting, your friend, Abraham Lincoln."

It has been almost three years since the death of Mr. Howlett Sr., and it has been another cold winter. The snow in Canada never disappoints. The sound seemed to have been muffled by the snow, with a few faint snorts coming from the stables. Under the snow, through nearly twenty meters of soil, the shouts and roars became more intense.

A huge figure over two meters and twenty meters was gasping for breath. His arms were longer than his knees, and his muscles were as tangled as the roots of an old tree. His arms were slightly bent at his side, and the sharp claws on his fingertips were stained with blood.

"Well...very good, Victor, really good. It's improved a lot, and it actually hurts me." James Howlett said a little surprised.

Looking at the three shallow scars on his shoulders like cat scratches, he turned sideways so that Victor could not see the scars healing suddenly, James then continued: "It seems that Tiger Boxing is really suitable for you. "

When Victor Rogen heard these words, he did not feel any joy. Instead, he was roared with humiliation, four canine teeth protruded, and a burst of smoke and dust floated where he stood, silently and without a shadow. .

"Still the same old problem..." James shook his head, paused, twisted his hips, turned around, and punched. The air sucked out by this punch crackled and hit Victor's cheek as he rushed forward, accompanied by two teeth flying and a slightly twisted head.

boom!

Victor fell heavily to the ground, his lower body raised high, and this horizontal fist pinned the giant man to the ground.

"That's it for today."

James put on the robe hanging next to him and motioned for Victor to come up with him. The latter ignored it. He got up and spat out the blood foam in his mouth, accompanied by foreign objects such as broken teeth. He twisted his slightly misaligned neck with a bang and strode to the giant iron spike. , train for crazy attacks.

Watching Victor skillfully and obsessively use the tiger-shaped fist to catch the iron stakes, sparks flying everywhere. Even if his fingers were bursting and bleeding, he didn't care. He shook his head helplessly and walked slowly along the stairs. superior.

One night about two years ago, James once again found Victor who was "relaxing" in the woods. He suggested that there was a good place for him to vent, so he took him to the underground palace.

That day they officially met each other. James admitted that he had a similar "atavism" situation to him, but Victor was not surprised at all. He just kept silent and silently pricked the claws on his fingertips.

James didn't show his claws, just raised his fist.

That night, he shattered almost all of Victor's bones and organs. Facing the saber-toothed tiger, which had a super self-healing ability second only to his own, he didn't need to hold back at all and used his hands and feet thoroughly.

Victor didn't say a word from beginning to end, only roaring, roaring, and kept getting up, killing, being knocked down, and recovering with the instinct of the beast, until he was exhausted and couldn't get up anymore. The two seemed to have a special tacit understanding. Neither party explained anything, but only met every few days to have a fight in the training room of the underground palace.

No, seriously Victor Rogen is just one-sided masochism.

In the days that followed, Victor would train with James in the underground palace every day. James did not deliberately teach Victor boxing, but for a long time, he used the form that he thought was most suitable for Victor. Fighting with him, Victor quickly learned both form and spirit in the battle, and it was particularly suitable. The saber-toothed tiger had indescribable adaptability to this killing boxing technique.

Not long after James returned to the study from the secret passage, the housekeeper gently knocked on the door. Butler Wayne knew very well what time of day he was not allowed to go to the study to disturb his young master, so the time he arrived was particularly suitable.

"Master, a letter from Washington." Butler Wayne was still accustomed to calling James "Master".

After taking the letter and briefly looking at it, he joked to Butler Wayne with a smile: "Someone can't hold it anymore. Get ready, I'm going to Washington tomorrow."

"Yes, Master. Who do you need to arrange to go with us? The American Civil War is imminent, so let Victor accompany you." Butler Wayne suggested with a little worry. James waved his hand: "He has no such intention now. Just send a telegram and ask the family members in Washington to pick me up. I will go there myself."

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Mr. Abraham Lincoln was elected as the 16th President of the United States of America last November and took office this year. He is a very charismatic and charismatic man. Although he comes from a lower-class civilian background, he swept through the American political arena like a storm and was pushed to the president's chair. In addition to his personal political skills and abilities, his extremely deep campaign financial resources are also one of the reasons for his election.

What makes the president uneasy is that Mr. James Howlett from Canada has supported him for nearly three years, never showed up, and has not even hinted at any interests of his own.

According to the research he obtained, three generations of the Howlett family have risen rapidly in the industrial and real estate fields of the northern United States in recent years. The predecessor was an out-and-out manor owner and landowner. Mr. President is never afraid to know how big a person's desires are. More often than not, the free ones are the most expensive.

The White House will host a small banquet for an unknown number of guests tonight, and several maids wearing standard black skirts, white tiaras, and white bibs are busy in front and back. Mary, the president's wife, took a few glances at the unfamiliar tall and thin maid who was walking by carrying utensils. She walked through the hall and gently opened Lincoln's door.

"Is anyone coming to eat today?"

Mrs. Mary is a good, gentle and simple woman. She comes from a much higher level than Lincoln.

When he was young, his suitor was a city councilman. At that time, President Lincoln was still studying law on his own while working as a clerk in a grocery store. I don’t know what happened between the two of them, which made this wealthy daughter fall in love with the tall, shy but elegant Mr. Lincoln. Even though she is now in the White House and is the "First Lady", Mary still talks like an ordinary person inviting guests to dinner.

"Ah, yes, that Mr. Howlett, I told you about it."

Mr. President looked at the documents on the table, pushed up his spectacles, raised his head and said to his wife.

"It's that young man, I remember, but I've never seen him before."

"Well, just him, and the three of us will have a meal together."

Mary nodded and left the room, vaguely wondering who the maid was, and thinking that her memory was a little bad.

evening.

When James stood in front of the White House, he was still a little confused. This was the White House, and it was the White House when Abraham Lincoln was there.

He smiled inexplicably and strode in following the reception official's guidance.

"Mr. President, I have to say, I never thought you were so... tall and heroic." During the greetings after sitting down, James' first words were indeed a bit rude, but it was indeed because he was too surprised.

President Lincoln was 193 centimeters tall, only slightly shorter than the current James. He had broad shoulders and a back as broad as two large cattail fans. When shaking hands, you can feel the thickness and flexibility between the palms. He must have been full of calluses in his early years. . In addition to his iconic deep facial features and beard, the image of Mr. President really surprised James.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect the legendary 'Mr. Howlett' to be so young!" President Lincoln was as fun and generous as the rumors said. Lady Mary also smiled and agreed, asking Mr. Howlett if he had a wife and what kind of young lady he liked.

The host and guest enjoy themselves together.

"Try this dessert. After eating it, my staff once sighed, 'Even if I want to eat this cake often, I have to run for president!'" A tall, thin, narrow-faced maid came in and placed the last dessert on the table. James twitched his nose a few times, and a look of disgust flashed between his eyebrows, as if he smelled something disgusting. After coming back to his senses, he quickly adjusted his state and responded to Mr. President's words, but he kept thinking about something.

After dinner, James was invited to accompany Lincoln to the round hall of the President's office to taste cigars. As he was about to sit down, the President mentioned it as if chatting: "Mr. Howlett, what do you think of America -"

"Sorry! Mr. President, please allow me to be rude again. What room is about ten meters next door?"

Lincoln was a little stunned. He looked at the direction pointed by the young and handsome Mr. Howlett and said hesitantly: "It's the young son's playroom." Mr. President thought to himself, maybe he wanted to find the bathroom?

"Sorry, Mr. President!"

James dodged the door and went out, sprinted more than ten meters in one step, and opened the door.

The tall and thin maid just now was lying on the ground, her face turned black and her blood vessels were bulging, and she was biting a fair and cute little boy with fangs full of sticky fluid.