Marvel Reverses Wolverine

Nezob and his companions crouched in the jungle.

It wasn't until night fell that the deadly primitive woodland gradually had the sound of animals screaming and whimpering, and then slowly returned to the direction of Wakanda.

They looked at the messy passageway that was bulldozed all the way. Okoume and Niovi surrounded by two people were melted from the roots and pushed aside. Common shrubs and acacia grass were crushed into pieces. Green straw mat.

The changes on the periphery of Wakanda even made them lose their way for a while, but this passage, which is enough to parallel two large transport trucks, extends all the way to the interior of the kingdom.

Bang, bang, bang.

All the bags in their hands fell to the ground. Nizhub didn't cry out, but ran desperately to the plain by the lake. He slapped his legs frantically and staggered from time to time when he tripped over stones.

Tears spewed out silently while running, and all their brains fell on the densely packed tribes that covered the entire river valley and plain.

Nizhub wiped away his tears, his sagging nose twitched, he took off T'Chaka's black panther helmet, still shaking Brother Wang's body without shouting.

More and more Wakanda people came out of caves or dense forests, and the sound of crying and mourning was rising and falling. Nizhub watched T'Chaka twitch his mouth in disbelief, and then he thought of bending down and listening Hearing the faint heartbeat in the vibrating gold armor.

Gradually, the Wakanda fighters who collapsed on the grass and dirt like dead bodies got up one after another. They looked around blankly.

"It's all right, Nidrobe, don't cry."

T'Challa patted the little brother who was finally howling, grabbed the helmet on the ground, looked around eagerly, and looked at the clansmen hugging and crying. Everything was fine, as if nothing had changed.

He heaved a long sigh of relief, he probably had some calculations in his mind, he casually glanced towards the northwest direction, and the helmet in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

In Wakanda, a hidden country that has lasted for thousands of years, nothing has changed, and everything has changed.

Early morning, Manhattan, New York.

The headquarters of SHIELD was newly established, and the laboratory of mutant power.

No matter how much Hank McCoy assured that this experiment would go well, Charles Xavier still hesitated to sit on the chair that looked like a perm in a hairdressing salon.

He has a deep memory of the bone-piercing pain of piercing the iron rod into his brain and stirring it again.

"Mr. Stark from the Science Research and Development Department came to see it and gave me a lot of advice. He also participated in changing the sensitivity and power of the synaptic junction."

"He is indeed a genius. I heard that he recently decomposed an unknown energy captured during World War II. Maybe he could win the Nobel Prize for discovering new elements."

The thin Hank dragged his huge leather shoes that were seriously out of proportion to his body, and while confirming the data settings over and over again on the console, he praised Howard Stark quite highly.

After hearing this, Charles subconsciously raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes, and looked at the rather decent brain wave device, feeling a bit like the electric chair used by executioners.

"Thank you Hank, that Mr. Stark's reputation is not a reliable person, your comfort is really helpful."

While muttering, he finally walked up the steps and sat down.

Hank McCoy's palms were sweating a little. He rubbed his white coat, turned around and carefully held up the silver-gray Cerebrograph 2.0 helmet, let out a long breath, and slowly placed it on Charles' thick brown-black head On a long-haired head.

"Professor Xavier, well, didn't Raven come with you today?"

"Just call me Charles. Raven has been running out recently. After all, I now have a teaching job in the college, as well as consulting affairs here. I can no longer stare at her like I used to."

Hank pushed his glasses a little disappointed, and signaled to Charles that the helmet was put on. After hesitating for a few seconds, he still creaked and asked:

"Does Raven like to watch movies? Me, I have two premiere tickets for Miss Monroe's new movie "The Misfits", which is a western romance movie."

Hank dawdled and began to talk about the plot outline of the movie, constantly trying to explain that the movie would be exciting and worth watching. Charles was stunned for a while, scratched his forehead, laughed, and continued: :

"Hank! I believe this must be a good movie. Raven will be interested. She always likes to go out and play, but you have to pay attention to help me keep an eye on her and don't use her abilities. Then... should we start? "

"Oh! That's right, yes, this time the brain wave instrument has been improved and a power valve has been installed, which will gradually increase the radiation range with your brain wave exploration speed, and will not 'explode' the brain at the beginning."

Hank nodded his head hastily, his fair and delicate cheeks were flushed, he explained the improved features and optimized content of the instrument very quickly, just about to ask what Raven's mutant ability is, he has already pressed the button in his hand Pressed the start button.

Bang, bang, bang.

The light blue light is transmitted from the console step by step, along the clusters of alloy-wrapped pipelines to the helmet Charles is wearing. It hurt a few times, but soon stabilized.

Charles Xavier spread his psychic power, covering the entire Manhattan area almost instantly. With the extension of his thoughts, the energy amplification rate of the brainwave device also increased, although it was still a little unstable. From time to time, my temples will feel swollen and sore, but I can basically use them normally.

"How about it?"

Hank looked at Mr. Professor, who was gradually showing a fanatical smile, and asked anxiously. Charles' mind seemed to have drifted to an unknown distance. His eyes looked at Hank's face, but the focal length was thousands of miles away.

Charles Xavier's mind seemed to build a world shrouded in gray mist, and only life could have color.

The dense and endless ordinary human beings are white, and the sporadic red brain wave images are mutants, but they are particularly conspicuous in the vast crowd. There are even green orangutans and blue dolphins with higher brain wave frequencies similar to humans.

Charles can arbitrarily project perception thoughts into their brains, and instantly obtain the vision and thoughts of the other party. He controls his own telepathy, shields the endless and majestic thoughts of sentient beings, and focuses his attention on the eye-catching red brain. Waves of people in the shadows.

At this moment, he can control the mighty power of the will of thousands of lives in a blink of an eye, making him unconsciously fascinated by it.

The unique brain wave images of mutants can only be used to distinguish their mutant identities, but they cannot judge their mutant abilities and levels. However, Charles can project them into the other person's mind at any time, not only seeing what he sees and thinking about him, but also instantly Read through this person's life.

He sometimes sits in a taxi, looking at the bustling streets of Broadway in New York, and paying attention to whether there are any guests greeting on the side of the road from time to time. The hand holding the steering wheel is dark-skinned, thick and powerful.

Sometimes dancing on a stage of a bar where no customers are seated, the posture is turned upside down, enchanting and pretty, it seems to be some kind of show that men like

The whole of New York City was soon in Charles's mind. He saw a special shadow in the direction of Long Island, not red and white or the colorful shapes of any animals, but a mental image that glowed faintly like a diamond, The points are eye-catching.

He explored it curiously, and hurriedly withdrew before making contact, and it disappeared in a flash.

Charles soon realized that this was the unprovoked young lady who rationally ran farther and expanded to a farther area, with New York as the center, exploring along the way.

Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washington

His consciousness even came to the White House, because there was also a bright red shadow there.

"Hmph! It's pretty smart."

In the mansion of Howlett Manor in Long Island, New York, Emma Frost lifted herself up from the soft and thick velvet quilt, grabbed the corner of the quilt with one hand, and covered her bulging white and tender breasts, her eyes flashed. He raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly.

"What's wrong?"

James Howlett grabbed Emma Yingying's but exceptionally strong waist, and asked curiously.

The momentary sharp look in Emma's eyes turned into a pool of clear water, slipped back into bed, and wrapped around James' golden and jade-like body.

"It was the young professor. He must have used some instrument to greatly increase the projection range of spiritual power. When I was in Fisher Stadium, I felt that the vast spiritual power was swept away. At that time I thought it was the mutant under Xiao's men."

Emma gently explained while stroking the skin of James' chest, comparing it with herself.

Although she has fully mastered the mutation ability after the breakthrough, and after unlocking the diamond transformation, her skin has transformed unbelievably well. Not only is it radiant and extremely white, but it is also smooth like the freshest egg white, and even the pores are smooth. Not visible at all.

But even so, it seems that it is not as good as James.

His body is perfect in all aspects. The proportion of bones and body shape coincide with a certain aesthetic charm. From every strand of hair to the white jade-colored teeth that are as flat as snow, they seem to have evolved to the extreme of human beings.

"Isn't it possible that it was his own power?"

James has always been very curious about the form of power in the spiritual realm, but this aspect is too mysterious and mysterious to describe in words.

"No, the traces of power with special energy fluctuations are very obvious, but with his telepathy and the assistance of such an instrument, it is possible to grasp the mind and spirit of intelligent life in the entire world."

Emma looked at James with some concern. Of course, she herself would not be affected, especially after being transformed into a diamond, she can still support a wide range of spiritual barriers.

James' spirit is even more united with his body, and he can't even "see" his spiritual image, as if he is an ordinary human being, but when you really try to delve deeper, you will find that your spiritual power is facing a A vast and majestic stalwart mountain range.

I am afraid that there are not many people in the world who can protect themselves under the powerful spiritual power of Charles Xavier.

James was kneading something in the bed, shook his head and smiled slightly:

"The research institute's development of materials that shield telepathy is becoming more and more perfect. Eric's colleague should have received official help. We don't need to worry about such power. He has already caused himself a lot of trouble."

With a flushed face, Emma resisted not saying a word, and covered the quilt again. After being reborn, her physical fitness has also been greatly improved.

Washington, the Rotunda of the White House.

"Okay! Mr. President, the FBI will do its best to cooperate with SHIELD, please rest assured."

At the call of President John F. Kennedy, Edgar Hoover and the newly reorganized S.H.I.E.L.D., Minister of Intelligence Roger Dooley, expressed their position on the investigation plan of the mutant force.

In public, Director Hoover's respect for previous presidents has never been too much to criticize.

Even though decades have passed, his so-called "Shadow Leader" title has already spread throughout the American political arena, but he is still cautious enough at the official level.

President Kennedy gave a few last instructions, and with special concern, proposed to report to himself in detail at all stages of the investigation.

Hoover lowered his head, as if he was really old and not in good spirits. He looked at the knots on the oak table legs, and suddenly became interested in Mr. President's unusual emphasis on the attitude.

".That's it. Mutant affairs are the first priority of American intelligence. I still have some proposals to sign, two—"

"Mr. President, I hope to communicate with you a few more important intelligence messages."

Kennedy's voice faltered, and he nodded unwillingly, but his expression was as usual, and he shook hands with Roger Dooley again, and after a few words of encouragement, he finally stayed alone in the rotunda with Edgar Hoover inside.

Mr. President suddenly felt a little awkward, and his side ribs began to itch and tingle again.

Hoover stretched his legs, leaned back on the sofa, spread his hands out, and became as if he was at home. He got up quickly, opened the wine cabinet skillfully, and poured himself half a glass of whiskey.

"Where are the ice cubes?"

"ice--"

As soon as Kennedy subconsciously uttered a word, he shut his mouth tightly. He watched Hoover rummaging around on his own, took a sip without adding ice, and said in a loud voice.

"Sir, Brother Ling's affairs have had a very bad impact! He and that female star—you are also very familiar with it, Ms. Monroe, have been photographed on many occasions."

Hoover's words "very familiar" had strange meanings, and the energy President Kennedy had just brought up suddenly fell silent. He pinched the cap of his pen and watched the chief under him continue to work loyally and courageously. Hui reported:

"You know, the outside world will make a fuss about the surname 'Kennedy', and even connect the two of you brothers. The third-rate writers in Hollywood are crazy! This is simply the best romantic story template ever. arrive--"

"Okay Director Hoover, no matter who took what or how, you must have a way to deal with it, so don't tell me any more. Is the Bureau of Investigation not getting enough funds recently? I will write a proposal to the Congress .”

John Kennedy's voice was not loud, but his tone firmly stopped Hoover's next performance. In the past 30 years, no American president has avoided being pinched or wooed by him to sit in this seat For people, personal happiness and anger are no longer important.

A politician is a special kind of creature.

"Ahem, the funding problem is actually not that big. I am a little uneasy. The newly established S.H.I.E.L.D. An intelligence agency would be troublesome too."

"Then what do you say, let the FBI cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D. How about you go and serve as a director?"

"I think it's feasible!"

Hoover immediately grasped Kennedy's tentative inquiry, quite old-fashioned, obliged to sacrifice.

"Hehe. Mr. Director is really thinking about the United States every day, and I am so worried. Just like you did twenty years ago, you proposed to the authorities to send me to the Pacific battlefield. Back then, even a small lieutenant was able to join you eyes."

Mr. President put on the cap of his pen and chatted with Hoover relaxedly about his experience as a lieutenant in the Navy with a half-smile. The warm and bright smile really seemed like old friends sighing about the old days.

"Hey, you also know the nature of my job. Although I was only a lieutenant, your position at that time was very important. The officer of the Foreign Intelligence Department of the Naval Intelligence Office had a relationship with a lady who was suspected of being a spy. Being transferred to the front line is also a kind of protection. ,and--"

Hoover's bulging eyeballs and loose eyelids were drooping. After drinking the last sip of whiskey, he stretched for a few seconds before saying leisurely:

"And relying on the victory of that heroic swimming battle, you have the great reputation and political capital of an American combat hero, don't you?"

After a while.

Mr. Hoover, who walked out of the rotunda, was not in a hurry to leave. He sat down on the bench in the corner corridor, and he didn't have to pay attention to the White House staff coming and going.

In 1943, Lieutenant John Kennedy was sent to the Pacific battlefield. After the PT-109 torpedo boat under his command was sunk by a Japanese torpedo, Lieutenant Kennedy rescued many subordinate officers and soldiers with amazing courage. And finally swim to win.

After several months of recuperation in the hospital, Kennedy returned to the United States and became a well-known combat hero. He was even as good as the man who now has only one sealed code name. Relying on this prestige capital, the military, The political path has been smoother.

"Swimming with arms more than ten nautical miles offshore. And leading seven or eight people. Hehe!"

Hoover smiled slyly. The president's achievements back then were a bit too boastful. The old and sophisticated Director Hoover kept flashing information about Kennedy's early and recent times, including his personal details. medical records.

With a bang, a thought exploded in his head out of thin air.

Edgar Hoover was stunned like a lightning strike, his lips moved up and down silently, and many fragmentary details were connected in his mind, and the mutant population has existed in human society for decades, and even the number of them is now in a stepwise manner. Incremental reports, page by page, appeared in front of my eyes.

Mr. Hoover, who was then the director of the FBI and founded the FBI, almost had an idea in his heart.

"President Kennedy is a mutant!"

Panting heavily, Charles Xavier withdrew from the augmentation state of the brain wave machine. He did not continue to explore, and his mind kept flashing back to the only bright red brain wave image he saw in the White House.

That's sitting in the rotunda of the White House, Mr. President.

On the distant roof of the world, an ancient temple-like building in the depths of the Himalayas stands unbelievably on the half-waist of the snow-capped peak.

This large-scale wooden and stone palace is exquisite but not gorgeous, with flying eaves and multi-storey pavilions. It stands alone here, but there is no way up the mountain, as if it fell from the blue sky out of thin air.

But I didn't expect that there are still people living here in such an unpopular and extinct deep mountain ancient temple.

"Supreme Mage."

An old man with gray hair and beard, wearing a ochre-red one-piece robe, walked out of a circle of light with tiny sparks, bowed his head towards the temple-like hall, and saluted respectfully.

"Master Wang, how is the repair of Emperor Weishan's enchantment going?"

"Back to the Supreme Master, the enchantment is no longer a serious problem, and the uninhabited valley on that continent has been collapsed into an absolute territory, much like the 'cannonballs' dropped on the neon lights in the secular country more than ten years ago. "

A thin figure with purple wide sleeves sitting cross-legged on a futon floated into the air, and then walked down the stone steps with his legs apart.

She has platinum-blonde waist-length hair, a tall but thin body, she should be a young woman from the face, but her voice and behavior are like a man.

Except for a simple brass pendant hanging on his chest, and a purple dress, there is nothing else.

She opened her thin lips lightly, and her voice was indistinguishable from male and female, as clear as jade and jue clashing. The language she spoke was actually the Chinese language that James was very familiar with.

"It can't be done by mortals. The Trinity Weishan Emperor's barrier created by the Holy Spirit is to guard against magic and the demonic power of the alien space. The destruction of the real level such as shells, flames, and meteorites cannot affect the barrier."

"That"

"It is the bursting of extremely pure life energy and powerful soul consciousness that makes Weishandi's power appear empty. If it is not far away from the sky, this power may make the nearest sanctuary seal and collapse immediately. destroy."

The supreme mage pondered for a moment, stroked the brass pendant in his hand a few times, and then ordered:

"Master Wang, go down and prepare. The work of setting up the new Holy of Holies in New York needs your attention."

Not too young and not too tall, Mage Wang clasped his palms together and saluted. He walked vigorously, shaking his rather strong and muscular body, and left the temple hall built of old mahogany and lathed bluestone.

The young and handsome Supreme Mage took out a brass-colored ring pierced by two fingers from his sleeve, made a formula in his hand, spun and opened a circular portal sprayed with fine sparks, stepped closer, and jumped Enter it and disappear.

The last spark fell on the stone steps of the temple. This old temple, which could even smell the tranquility in the air, and the clear ringing of the copper bells, could also see the passage of time, became empty and deserted again.

It seems that for thousands of years, there has never been a human presence.

The second volume is over, and there will be a long time span if the next volume does not come up, but the conflicts and plot clues of the story will have a new direction.

Volume 3 Volume Name: Mutant Dynasty