Marvel Reverses Wolverine

Butler Caspar Foss is over sixty years old. He is much younger than James. But maybe the length of life can really affect a person's mind and thoughts. Casper's actions are completely in line with people's expectations. The expectations of a steady elder, but James is still the same as before, and he is becoming more and more undisciplined.

"Ahem, Master, I have to remind you, Mr. Asazu. For the third time this month, Mr. Asazu ran to the city center to have fun without any cover-up. Now the whole Edmond is buzzing. , talking about demons appearing in the world."

Butler Casper wore a monocle passed down from his father, Wayne Foss. He cleared his throat, folded his hands in a serious manner, and spoke seriously. He glanced at James who was immersed in writing, and coughed slightly with dissatisfaction. There was a sound.

"You have to call me Master, Casper. I will officially appear in front of everyone as Bruce Howlett in a while. Don't call me by the wrong name then."

James was still writing on the book with a pen plated with Howlett's pure gold family crest, and it seemed that he was almost done.

It is already 1910, and James Howlett is about to turn eighty. He has not appeared in front of the public or outsiders for several years. Even if he can be seen in the family home, only a small group of his closest friends can see him. That’s all.

Externally, this super oligarch who is well-known throughout the Western world, the patriarch of the Howlett family, has long been in poor health, old and sick, and is waiting to die in his old home in Canada. The identity of his son, Bruce Howlett, has returned to the outside world.

All the relevant certificates and measures have been prepared. Not to mention anything else, just because he looks exactly the same as "James Howlett", there is no room for disbelief.

James's writing paused, temporarily drawing an end. Seeing Butler Caspar still standing by the side, he said apologetically: "Where's Asazzo, is he back? I'll discipline him. Don't worry. , this child is not what you have seen since you were a child."

Butler Casper pursed his lips noncommittally and sighed helplessly: "After a little while, he became cute and cute. I still remember when he first came here, he was so small that he was still trembling slightly when I held him in my arms."

Mr. Butler seemed to be touched, like a grandfather thinking of his grandson, and blinked a few times unnaturally.

James picked up the black-and-white photo of Asazzo and Asazzo when they were young in front of the desk. In the photo, Asazzo was wearing a dark and light knitted sweater and a pointed woolen hat. He was sitting happily on James' lap. He looked older. A little older, with little fangs bared, holding an exquisitely carved model train in his hand, and his little tail was wrapped around the Christmas tree next to him.

James leaned back casually on the chair, put his legs on the table, and said leisurely: "Yeah, I was still popular when I was a kid."

Manor underground.

puff! puff!

A slender red and black figure kept flashing in the underground space, and a few wisps of black smoke slowly dispersed in place.

Asazor Howlett landed lightly on the stone bricks and looked around. He was very tall now, more than 180 centimeters tall. He was wearing a well-crafted black linen suit with buttons on his shirt. He untied a few of them, exposing his strong chest. He is thin but very well-coordinated. He no longer looked like a big-headed boy when he was a child. He looks very strong.

The face is a bit narrow, the nose is very straight, the hair is half long, and the hair in front of the forehead is brushed from time to time because it feels cool. The skin is not as bright as when it was young, with a dark red leather texture, faintly strange lines, and a tail behind the back. Slender, but tough and powerful, the tip of the tail seems to be a bony triangular cone, which looks extremely hard and sharp.

"Dad, daddy? You are looking for me."

Asazo tentatively called out a few times in the empty underground space. His voice was a little sharp and his tone was a little frivolous.

"Come here." James's deep voice came from the deep quiet room. Asazo heard the sound and teleported into the stone room with a pop.

He played with his tail uncomfortably, his eyes wandering.

"Forget it if you go out to play. If you haven't packed it yet, you think your return rate is low, right?"

James said in a rude tone. He sat cross-legged on the stone couch with his upper body bare, staring at Asazzo scratching his head and ears.

"That thing is too troublesome! It's like a mummy when I wrap it up. I can't get it, and Uncle Caspar won't help me. If he knows that I want to go out, he will have to talk about it for several days."

"Then you've gone too far. You ran out three times a month. No one can lock you up because of your ability, right?" James' tone became a little harder.

Asazo's appearance was too eye-catching. In the past, when he went out, he would wrap his exposed body parts with specially tailored cloth towels. When others saw him, they would just think that he was someone who had been burned or had a disability.

He seemed to have lost his temper, turning his head and complaining about the promise of taking him on a long trip, and defended himself angrily.

"To what extent have you practiced what I taught you? Are you feeling the edge in the third stage?"

Asazuo seemed to be suddenly pinched seven inches, and he was speechless. He just muttered that the third stage was too difficult.

James stopped pressing, took a breath, and said seriously: "Stay here with me these few days and see how I practice the last step. It will be good for you. Then we will..."

He considered his words, thought for a while without saying anything clearly, closed his eyes, and his breath gradually became stronger.

Asazo dodged into the corner, James' figure reflected in his eyes.

He continued to grow, becoming exaggeratedly tall and strong, gradually approaching the height of the top of the stone chamber. The frequency of his heart beating became faster and more violent, making Asazo cover his ears to relieve the discomfort of his eardrums. .

The temperature in the room continued to rise, as if it was being baked in the sun, and the vision began to become faintly distorted.

Even though his father raised him, Asazo was still terrified of his form.

boom!

With James as the center, a force in the shape of a shock wave was generated, firmly pressing Asazo to the wall, like a picture hanging on the wall.

All the objects in the stone room were repelled. Suddenly, the repulsive force was suddenly withdrawn. The high temperature radiated from James' body seemed to be withdrawn from his body. His heart could no longer hear the beating sound, and his breath had changed. It was deathly silent, and all signs of life shrank to a certain position deep inside James' body.

Asazo could no longer feel a trace of life in his adoptive father. James's face and skin became pale and completely drained of color. It seems that he has been dead for a long time.