Marvel Reverses Wolverine

After the meeting with the group's senior management, James changed out of his suit jacket in the car and wore only a white shirt, casually unbuttoning the top two buttons.

As soon as he hung up the greeting call from the Secretary of Commerce of the United States, the driver in front of him, Barney, glanced to the left and said softly: "Sir, this is the home of Miss Emma."

The townhouses in Queens are not considered luxurious in New York. They belong to the relatively ordinary petty bourgeoisie in this super city where wealthy tycoons grab a lot of money.

The driver slowed down slightly, and James glanced sideways out of the car window. Coincidentally, Miss Emma Frost was pushing the door out with some fierce movements. She almost took two steps at a time, jumping up and down with her long legs. Go down the stairs outside the house.

Emma ran to the side of the road, but gradually slowed down and hesitated, not like she was in a hurry to go out at first.

She gently held the railing covered with red copper with her right hand, leaning back, wearing a red and white women's checkered skirt in the style of the Meister school uniform. She only wore a shirt on her upper body, and her waist was extremely slender, but under the It seems a little bit cold in this season.

Emma rubbed her arms gently and glanced at the window upstairs again. The tip of her straight nose closed deeply. She breathed a long sigh of relief and felt colder. The skin on her body was tight, but she suddenly felt a cold... Warm, a very large suit jacket was wrapped around his shoulders.

"You probably don't have the ability to be physically strong."

James stood next to Emma, ​​put on the coat he had just changed over and put it in his pocket, as if he was really curious about what other talents Emma had.

"Mr. James!"

Emma's first reaction was to turn her back, hurriedly pressing her cheeks and cheeks, arranging her hair, then folding her hands in front of her, pinching her lips with some force, and facing his gaze. .

"To be honest, James is just fine, but adding Mr. is even weirder."

He pressed his palms and shrugged teasingly: "I happened to pass by, and Barney mentioned that he sent you here last time, so he took a second look."

"Then I'm so unlucky that you saw me in such a mess."

Emma's performance was much better than the first time they met. Her voice was slightly hoarse, her eyes were still a little moist, and her whole person became more lively.

"Are you interested in taking a walk? I happen to be a little curious about spiritual talents."

Emma nodded, with a smile on her lips, blinked her eyes, and walked ahead.

"I thought you were like me, James. I couldn't see any thoughts or emotions going through your head. I never have."

The two chatted about strange topics, but seemed more comfortable.

James smiled and shook his head, tapping his eyebrows with his fingertips.

"I am 'immune' to the attack or control of this kind of psychic power, and I can also detect some emotions directed at me, especially those that are strongly negative, but I cannot see other people's thoughts like you."

Emma turned around lightly, her skirt swayed like a circular fan, revealing a section of her slender white calves. She faced James and walked slowly backwards.

"I don't know how to describe this feeling. Seeing, listening, and reading seem inaccurate. This information seems to be generated in your own mind, as if it is an independent association and silent recitation, rather than through something. Spied on.”

"What about memory? In addition to current thoughts and thoughts, can you, um, 'check' the content of a person's memory?"

Emma's expression darkened, she nodded slightly, pursed her lips and said.

"If you seriously sink your consciousness, it will be like falling into a pool of water that constantly changes light and shadow. I have not tried it a few times, because that way you will completely empathize with the other person's memory and emotion, and yes, it will be very painful. "

"It seems that you have entered a very unfortunate memory."

James said clearly. He watched the girl step on the steps beside the road, one step at a time, opening her arms to maintain balance, and thought for a while.

"If you are interested, you can try to learn my exercise method for the control and application of mutant abilities. In fact, this is also a help to me, because no one with the field of psychic power has practiced it yet, and I don't know the effect. .”

"Is it okay? I do!"

Emma raised her eyebrows happily and answered hurriedly. Then she realized that she was too anxious and seemed a little rude, so she pursed her lips in embarrassment.

The two of them agreed on a time and chatted casually. They saw that they had walked a little far without realizing it, and then walked slowly back to the way they came with the girl.

"This weekend, James, the weekend."

Emma tiptoed at the door of the house and said her last goodbyes. She took off James' suit jacket over her shoulder, folded it neatly and put it back into his hand. She jumped up the stairs lightly, waved and returned to the house.

The girl leaned her back against the door, put her palms on her chest, and took a quick breath.

"Emma, ​​you did well today!"

She muttered with some satisfaction in her heart, then turned back and looked out the window. James Howlett had disappeared.

"Can't Thorin do the same?"

The square-faced young man who once had some trouble with Bucky shook his head. He stared carefully at the one-armed figure that kept escaping and dodging, and smiled.

"Even Cole Pitt couldn't take him down easily, let alone Thorin's thick-skinned rhinoceros who loves physical training."

The young man who asked the question looked at his partner next to him in surprise, and said strangely: "Opper, this is not what you said. Aren't you the one who has seen this Barnes the most in the past?"

A young man named Opal with a square head and a square face shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He continued to stare at Bucky's movements, especially calm and serious.

"If I lose, I lose. He can knock me down with just one arm. It's me who should seriously reflect on myself. Can holding a grudge against him make me stronger?"

Bucky was slightly lowered on the court, and the center of gravity of his steps was always erratic and irregular. He kept changing positions based on the ups and downs of his body. The swing of his head and shoulders was particularly agile. The opponent's punches were wide open and powerful, but there was still no chance. Can get to Bucky.

Bang bang bang.

Bucky's fists and kicks kept hitting the opponent's abdomen and side ribs with cold blows, but they had no effect.

This opponent's nickname in the Young Wolf pack is Rhino. He likes to work hard on his muscles, bones, skin and flesh. He is nearly two meters tall and as thick as an iron tower.

Until Remus Pitt finally stopped the battle, which only left a physical competition, the rhinoceros stared at Bucky with blood-red eyes, panting heavily and roaring in a muffled voice as his body rose and fell.

"Barnes, why haven't you planted any seeds?"

Bucky's current fighting style has completely changed from the previous two months, when he was like a madman seeking death every day. He often fought head-on and never flinched from a rhinoceros attack.

Now his movements are becoming more and more ghostly and even more "thief". He is good at entangled footwork and weird and tricky attacks.

"You wait until I reach the second level of training, and then your thick skin will be useless."

Bucky was also panting and stooped. His physical exertion was greater, but his fur quickly tightened, allowing the rising blood and heartbeat to slowly fall back.

Underground in the old house, next to James, two doctors, Zola and Erskine, were arguing about the classification and hierarchy of mutant gene abilities. He held a piece of information in his hand and interrupted.

"How to distinguish between two types of abilities: rules and energy? Don't energy particles also fall within the rules of physics?"

Dr. Zola loosened his collar, cleared his throat, and came forward obsequiously to explain to James.

"Sir, this is a great question. Regarding the rules or laws of the universe, we tend to favor forces that are not affected by the environment and specific factors, such as the four basic forces, strong and weak nuclear forces, electromagnetic forces, gravity, etc."

"There are also rules such as space, time, and even antimatter, chaos and reality proposed by scientists that are difficult to understand and recognize. For example, the flame we are familiar with does not have the conditions to burn in a vacuum and is a purely specific condition. energy form."

Before Zola could finish speaking, Erskine stepped forward and grabbed Bai Dao.

"But our understanding of how and why various energy particles exist is still very limited. For example, the energy in the Universal Rubik's Cube has almost broken all human beings' current cognitive levels, and this is the most superficial power of the Rubik's Cube."

James nodded with interest, Zola smiled and talked about the issue they were arguing about.

"Sir, do you think the spiritual power should belong to the unknown, temporarily put aside mysterious system, or the physical physical level."

"We currently have no examples of this, but I personally believe that regardless of whether this power exists, it should belong to the evolution of the brain. The use of brain waves can be classified in the physical transformation system."

"So Dr. Zola, do you believe in the existence of souls and spirits?"

Zola was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly realized that his original belief in science had been shattered step by step.

From the truth of Nordic mythology to the exaggerated power of human evolution and mutation, purely holding on to old concepts will easily lead to a dead end.

Dr. Erskine smiled calmly and reservedly, believing that he knew that Mr. Howlett must have some knowledge in this indescribable field.

"Let's classify it into the mysterious department first. We will gradually understand it later. What are the results of the current model deduction?"

Erskine pushed up his glasses, quickly went to get a stack of data, and reported to James.

"Based on the current incremental model, at the current rate of evolution, the probability of mutation will reach one in 10,000 in thirty years, and it may be one in 1,000 or even more in fifty years."

"But Epsilon and Delta, these two levels that account for more than 70% of the mutant population, will cause great social impact and changes. After all, the degree of mutation in their appearance will be very high, and The power is difficult to control.”

"Where are Alpha, Beta and Gamma?" James asked with concern.

"The theoretical probability is not small. Beta and gamma will exceed 10%, and alpha will also be around 5%."

"But the levels we currently delineate with Greek letters are set according to the potential of mutant abilities, rather than direct combat or destructive power. Therefore, there will not be too many terrifying Alphas like you, or whether the ability can be discovered. limit."

James thought for a moment, looked at the mechanical arm that had roughly completed the design of the internal neural link system, and said one final sentence.

"Set a level above Alpha as a blank space, and use Omega."