Marvel Reverses Wolverine

"Kenyara, why are you helping us?"

Daniel Ferrante held the water bag handed to him by a black man and drank with difficulty. His throat was still sore and smoking, and his voice was hoarse. Two white men in rags next to him took turns taking the water bag. , pouring it into his mouth indiscriminately, it is difficult to find water that is safe to drink in this damn place.

The person named Kenyala is a skinny black man who looks to be in his forties. He doesn't have much flesh on his body, is short in stature, but has bright eyes. He hesitated for a moment, as if he was trying to form words, but he was still peeling the unknown fruit deftly in his hands.

"I, I was only a teenager when I was sold to the manor. I had a hard time at the beginning. Old Mr. Howlett... No, I'm not saying he's not good!" Kenyala became anxious as she spoke. , and hurriedly explained to a few people.

Daniel waved his hand, comforting him with gentle eyes. Kenyala slowly relaxed a little, continued to stutter, and spoke less fluently.

"Little Mr. Howlett is a good man. He has been good to us since he was a child. He is very good to us. After he became the master, everyone's life was like a dream..." Kenyala His vocabulary is very limited, and he basically only has two adjectives: "good" and "bad".

"...He asked me if I would help him and accompany you here. He also said that when he goes back, he will give me a large piece of land. I can farm freely and plant whatever I want. The crops I plant will be mine. Yes! And...and he told me that at that time, all people like me will be able to be human beings..."

After speaking, Kenyala raised her head, smiled shyly, bared her white teeth and finally said: "I believe him."

Daniel let out a long sigh and took the fruit from Kenyala. Kuchikuchi took a few bites. The fruit was very sweet and the juice was refreshing.

He relaxed comfortably and continued to ask: "But they are... they can be considered your compatriots, and this is your hometown. Why do you still want to go back to the manor, and even risk your life to take us out together?"

"They are not my compatriots." Kenyala also ate the fruit, lowering her head and said dullly.

"They just think... we are thieves, no matter whether we look the same or not, or even me is worse... This is my hometown, I am a Kikuyu, but... it is so difficult to live here... so difficult …”

Kenyala seemed to be unwilling to talk any more and ate the fruit in silence. Daniel on the side saw this and stopped asking any more questions. He said to the two white men beside him: "We can reach Mongolia in one day's walk." Barcelona, ​​there is a British resource port there, we can contact the manor and find a way to go back!"

"Alas...it's a pity that only a few of us escaped. Blake and Jason all..."

The younger one couldn't help crying. They never expected that this exploration mission would turn out like this. Including the local guides and packers, there were more than 20 people in total. In the end, only four escaped... There are such mysterious and terrifying tribes.

"It's my fault. If we hadn't gone so deep at that time. Don't cry David. It would be the happiest thing to escape. As long as we go back, James might still have a way to save them." Daniel took the photo Patting David on the shoulder, he revealed the strange symbol branded on his arm. It seemed that this strange brand like some kind of writing had been there for a long time.

"I wonder what James is doing at this time..." Daniel muttered to himself, reaching out to touch a long, dark, flat ornament in his arms, and slowly caressing it. In fact, he also knew that there was such a terrifying "person" How could James save the place they were guarding?

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"Ah sneeze!"

Perhaps because he was choked by soot, James couldn't help but sneeze. He rubbed his nose and stood next to the boiler with a shovel. The white linen shirt on his body was stained black, and his beard had grown a lot. Compared to his previous refined and tall appearance, he now looks more like a cowboy.

"This is not the place you should come, little girl Jamie." Victor was naked and shiny with sweat dripping down his face. The fire of the steam boiler illuminated his granite-like muscles, which were glowing red.

While saying his favorite joke about James, he held a small stick-like shovel in his hand and kept adding coal to the boiler.

James was not annoyed and responded calmly: "If you can use your brain and think about what I teach you, you won't be like a drowned chicken."

Compared to Victor who was sweating like rain from being steamed by the boiler, James didn't sweat a drop. Apart from a little soot on his clothes, his whole body was still very refreshing.

After practicing to the point of becoming energetic, James' control over his body has improved to a higher level. The opening and closing of his pores is as natural as instinct, the regulation of body temperature, and the peristalsis of internal organs have become self-controllable.

Victor paused and said disdainfully: "Huh! Who cares about practicing those weird things?"

James took out an exquisitely crafted copper cigar box from his pocket, lit it by the fire, smoked it, thought for a moment, and said tentatively: "You might be able to beat me if you practice."

Victor suddenly stopped and said nothing. After a while, he continued to add coal to the boiler.

For the sake of convenience, the steam train escorted by James and Victor did not even bring conductors or workers with them to prevent Adam from causing harm to these ordinary people. As for the basic operation of the steam train, it is not difficult. Work hard to refuel the boiler yourself.

More than half of the journey has passed, and the sky is getting dark. At the current speed, we can arrive at the cargo station near Gettysburg at dawn. We can finally see the so-called ancestors of the blood clan tonight, James and Victor. very excited.

Darkness fell, a few miles ahead.

Adam and Vadoma stood aside, looking at several vampires holding iron bars to hold the rails, while others lifted boulders and stacked them in the middle of the road. Vadoma waved her hands to disperse the dust in the air, feeling a little helpless. He asked nonchalantly: "Do we have to wait?"

"Do you really think you can stop it with just these rocks?" Adam looked very serious, and Wadoma couldn't remember how long it had been since she had seen him look serious.

"My innocent sister, you must not escape when you have to face it. Are you worried that I will lose?"

Vadoma lowered his eyebrows and said tremblingly: "He and his brothers have killed too many of our compatriots. There has never been such a human being, never..."

"I am your compatriot." Adam gently lifted the hair around Vadoma's ear, stroked her narrow cheek, and said softly: "Is it because it has been too long, and I have forgotten? I have forgotten that you are all only mine. Creation."

Woohoo! Woo!

The sharp whistle of the steam train came from not far away, and the rhythmic sound of the collision of the rails got closer and closer. The high beam in front of the train illuminated Adam's demonic pale face. He licked the corners of his mouth and smiled happily.