Marvel Reverses Wolverine

This is Professor Charles Xavier's first visit to the White House.

Although he once felt the environment and atmosphere here "immersively" through someone's perspective, when he really stepped on the handmade Persian carpet in the presidential rotunda.

The complex and chaotic emotions are greater than this, and the Americans should be excited.

Minister Michael Hals chatted with Mr. President for a while, and Charles just kept smiling, answering some of Mr. President's academic doubts about gene mutations from time to time.

From President Kennedy's nonchalant glance at him, he already knew the reason why he came to the White House today.

"Minister Hals, thank you for your persistence in this job, especially in the early stages when the relevant information about mutants is still unclear. I want to communicate with Professor Xavier about some digressions."

"Good Mr. President! Charles is left to you."

The chubby Mr. Minister got up and said goodbye easily, winked at Charles, and left the White House rotunda. Judging from his attitude when communicating with Mr. President, he did not agree with Senator Partridge's proposal plan.

"Charles? May I call you that?"

John Kennedy watched Minister Hals seem more at ease after he left the rotunda. He walked to the corner where the liquor cabinet was placed, poured himself some gin, raised his glass and looked at Charles Xavier inquiringly.

"Of course sir, thank you, but I rarely drink alcohol, and the influence of alcohol on the brain is particularly strong under my feelings."

Kennedy nodded knowingly, casually asked the question he was most interested in, and sat back on the sofa.

"Can you tell me how you judge and identify mutants?"

Charles interlaced his fingers, twisted them lightly, let out a long breath, and carefully explained to President Kennedy:

"It's brain waves, Mr. President. In my 'eyes', the brain waves of mutants and ordinary people are like red and blue, and they are distinct, except for some mutants who also have telepathic powers, or wear isolated brain waves. Wave radiation equipment."

"When did you know that I am also a mutant."

Mr. President was as calm and simple as asking what he would like to have for dinner, without even a particular change in tone.

The moment Charles stepped into the White House, out of great respect for the head of state of this country, he did not try to use his ability to spy on Kennedy's mind.

But at this moment, he already understood Mr. President's mind, or attitude.

"About four months ago when I first scanned New York and the wider area with the EEG."

"So it's so early?"

Kennedy finally changed his expression, blurted out in surprise, he suddenly grinned, and his handsome appearance made him look very friendly.

"I'm sorry Mr. President, I was too curious, because there was only a red 'figure' of a mutant in the White House, I, I couldn't control myself"

"It's okay Charles, it's okay. This kind of power is your talent and instinct. The law can regulate a person's words and deeds, but it is impossible to restrict his thoughts. Well, is it just me? I mean, mine, children?"

Kennedy asked anxiously, as if this matter was more important than his mutant identity.

"It's just you, sir, but it's like this at the moment because gene mutations are more common in adolescence, and the vast majority of mutants are not born with a dominant X gene, so... I can only say that they are ordinary people for the time being."

A short sentence made Mr. John F. Kennedy, the president who has been struggling all the way to the peak of power, and has long been unemotional, his eyebrows fluctuated like a roller coaster.

The two people in the round hall were silent for a while, and finally President Kennedy sighed leisurely:

"I want to thank you, Professor Charles, and even the vast majority of people in this world must thank you."

Kennedy took out a report from a desk drawer and placed it in front of Charles.

Charles Xavier took a quick glance at the official analysis of his abilities and strength after he joined the Mutation Force Research Department as the chief consultant.

"A person who can control all thoughts and behaviors of life with his own thoughts, but has not become a dictator, and has not used this power to satisfy his own desires. Charles, this is great, great and unreal."

"I have understood your idea, it is a way, but very naive, very naive, looking forward to creating a mutant 'hero' so that this race can find a living space, if you know the secret information of the 'captain' back then, hehe, you You can look into my brain, I don't know anyway."

Mr. President tapped his eyebrows and said jokingly. He looked at Charles who was silent, and suddenly realized that even if a person can have the power comparable to the gods, he cannot have real wisdom at the same time.

He leaned forward, and finally he was not just a perfect image of a very friendly politician, he said in a low and solemn voice:

"You can try your idea first, but don't expect to rely on 'good people and good deeds' to gain the trust of the public and bureaucrats. I will try to delay the proposal of the awakening plan, but judging from the current situation, it is difficult to stop its birth, so— —”

President Kennedy stopped talking, and looked at Charles Xavier with scorching eyes, as if waiting for him to read the copy himself, without expressing his intentions.

Charles hesitantly raised his right hand and placed it on his forehead. He stared into Mr. President's eyes, and the pupils of each other's pupils trembled and flickered. After a long time, the young Professor Charles Xavier finally spoke:

"I promise you, sir."

Louisiana is located in the southern United States.

The first people to set foot here were the French colonists in the 16th century. The state was deeply influenced by French culture, and even the name of the state was established in memory of King Louis XIV of France.

So here you often hear the characteristic American French English, or you can simply see the elderly red-necked white people, grinning and cursing in a not-so-authentic French.

Sitting in a coffee shop outside a New Orleans police station with young Alex Summers, Eric Lanshel ordered just an Americano and sipped it slowly.

Perhaps it was Alex who was just in his early twenties, when his body metabolism was extremely high, and within a few hours after lunch, he bought two chicken leg burgers and a large bucket of fried chicken from the burger shop across the street.

Under the dissatisfied stare of the pretty lady proprietress of the coffee shop, she ate voraciously.

"Cough cough! Cough."

"Ma'am, please give us another glass of milk, a big one."

Seeing that Alex didn't order any Coke, he choked on the hamburger and fried chicken nuggets and patted his chest, and thoughtfully ordered a glass of milk for him.

"Thank you ma'am, no need to look for it, your latte tastes really good."

The proprietress of the coffee shop with a strong Luzhou hot style took a ten-dollar bill from Eric. I don't know if it was a dollar bill or because of the tall and handsome appearance of this man, she gently touched it with her buttocks. Eric's arms swayed away.

Even looking at Alex's eyes is also a lot of joy.

"Hey! Thank you, Mr. Lanshere."

Alex finally delivered the hamburger and fried chicken in his throat. He let out a long sigh of relief and thanked Eric.

During this period of time in the Howlett family, his daily training and ability development were all taught by Eric, so he became more respectful and respectful.

"Have you always had such a good appetite?"

Looking at Alex who continued to pick up the second chicken burger, Eric finally couldn't help asking.

"Since the awakening of abilities a few years ago, I have become very hungry, and I will not gain weight no matter how much I eat, especially after releasing the shock wave."

"Well, it makes sense."

Eric continued to look out of the window of the coffee shop. A short, fat, bald man wearing a classic FBI long windbreaker came out of the police station staggeringly, pushed open the glass door, and sat in Eric's seat in two steps. side.

"Remy LeBeau, just a name and his criminal record, and an oral portrait of an eyewitness."

The chunky man suspected of being an FBI agent took out a thin document bag, threw it in front of Eric, beckoned to order a latte for himself, and shoved the person who was already on the table with his hands very uncomfortable. abdomen.

"Get it so quickly? The identity of the FBI is really easy to use."

Eric looked at the data records in the file bag, and Alex next to him was sucking his oily fingers and leaned over to look at it seriously. This was the first time he had traveled so far, and it was still considered "executive" mission", the young man was particularly concerned.

"Don't underestimate the FBI. I was almost invited into the director's office for coffee after I revealed my identity as the New York General Administration. This Hoover, who built the FBI, has eaten the police system in the United States to death."

The detective took the latte, held the cup in both hands and drank it in an "tweaked" way that didn't fit the image, and continued to introduce to the two:

"This handsome-looking Remy is about the same age as Alex. He is a thief. He has been stealing and no one cares about it. But last Sunday night, the vault door of a small bank in the suburbs of New Orleans was blown up. , there was no trace of gunpowder or chemicals at the scene."

Eric Lanshere looked at the dictation of the bank staff and the surrounding witnesses, as well as the investigation by the police and the surveillance equipment newly introduced by the bank. This young man of French origin was presumed to be the suspect of the crime.

It is precisely because of the weirdness of this case that it attracted the attention of the "Special Talents" Department of the Howlett Group in New Orleans. After the bold judgment of Emma and others, this thief named Remy LeBeau should have a mutation Strength, with an extremely high probability of being at or above the "Beta" level.

"The police station seems to have lost their clues. Remy took two bags of dollars and ran away without a trace. He is not greedy, and he seems to be an orphan and has no family friends."

Alex frowned and analyzed decently. Surveillance equipment has just appeared in this era, and the best products at present are still made by Howlett Group.

Although the technological level inside the group is 20 to 30 years ahead of the outside world, the surveillance scene that can be seen at night is purely a black shadow.

Even if Remy Lebow swaggered back to New Orleans in a few days, there was no strong evidence to prove that he was the suspect in the bank theft case, only the experience of the surrounding citizens and old police officers who knew him speculated.

"But he has an 'organization,' doesn't he, the biggest gang of thieves in New Orleans, headed by a Frenchman named Jean Luc."

Eric raised his eyebrows and looked at another police document in the file bag, and immediately understood the meaning. This "FBI agent" did a good job.

Finally, the three of them finished their respective drinks and meals. In the eyes of the proprietress of the coffee shop, Eric still pushed the door of the shop with the two of them regretfully, and strode towards a Howlett Group parked at the corner of the street. A white Mercedes-Benz car provided by a local company.

The short and fat man who just sat in the co-pilot's seat lost weight rapidly and grew taller, with fine indigo blue scales protruding from his skin and clothes.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into Raven's usual image of an ordinary person, with long dirty blond hair, a brown leather jacket, and black skinny jeans.

She patted her flat belly and said with a happy smile:

"It turns out that a big belly is so awkward and uncomfortable. I don't want to be in that shape again."

Eric smiled slyly, teasing that Raven would have a big belly one day, maybe many times.

"Hmph, I still think that Emma is more suitable for this kind of work than you. You are good at dismantling planes and houses, but spiritual power is the most effective when contacting a guy who looks slippery and difficult to deal with."

Raven laughed and cursed for a moment, then hit Eric on the shoulder with a hammer a few times, complaining in revenge.

Mr. Lanshere may be used to driving sports cars, and this business model Mercedes-Benz sedan can also fly.

The sports car in the back row was refitted by Alex, who professionally judged that this kind of pushing back feeling is definitely not what the performance of this car can achieve. It is firmly speculated that Eric used the ability of electromagnetic acceleration.

"Don't underestimate me, Raven, put on the shielding helmet. Except for Dad, there is no one on this planet that I think is invincible. By the way, Dad said that he has nothing to do with that mage leader, except for these two people."

"If Mr. Lebo is not good at communicating, tie him up and talk slowly, isn't it Alex!"

Seeing Eric grinning and looking at himself in the rearview mirror, Alex Summers recalled the scene of being abused by him during the actual combat

"When will Asazo come to pick us up? I have work the day after tomorrow, and it's too hard to fly back to New York."

Accustomed to the "vehicle" that can reach tens of thousands of miles in an instant, Eric can't even look down on the first-class cabin of a Boeing plane. Raven shrugged and said casually:

"He took Emma to the Himalayas to find his father. Your colleague planned to set up a mutant 'firefighting' team, which was openly exposed to the public."

Raven has not yet reconciled with Charles, and even the news was learned through Emma.

The intelligence organization of the Howlett family has learned that Professor Xavier, who is in the mutant power department of S.H.I.E.L.D., is preparing to launch his own mutant team and turn them into a heroic team to save the people.

The young and innocent Raven didn't realize there was anything wrong with this plan that sounded good, but Miss Emma Frost, who had a keen mind, immediately decided to go to the other side of the world to meet James.

It seems that the trouble that this kind of behavior may bring will be extremely serious.

"Hoo hoo."

Even in the mirrored space, this world is still as windy, frosty and cold as the real snow field outside. The white mist exhaled by the man gathers and does not disperse, shooting like two horses for more than ten meters before slowly dissipating.

The Supreme Mage watched James Howlett slowly adjust the rhythm of the energy around him, pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing.

Just breathing casually, the steam boiler-like heart and lungs exhausted the majestic breath, gathering into a long white dragon in the howling wind, slowly exhaling like an ancient giant beast.

In the hundreds of years of the ancient master, he has seen powerful creatures of various dimensions, but he never thought that the human body could one day evolve and cultivate to such a degree.

The blood-red energy condensed on James' body burst and danced, sticking out his tongue like a flame. The surrounding air was distorted and deformed by the high temperature. The blade is still growing slowly.

It was like a strange armor-like bone structure, covered with a layer of skin that looked like gold and jade, and the violent ups and downs of his chest showed that this man was not really tired.

"It turns out that your physical strength is not inexhaustible, and your life energy is not as stable and restrained as before, Mr. Howlett."

The supreme mage said proudly, today she deliberately wore a neat and strong outfit that is convenient for fighting, without wide sleeves and a robe tail that drags the floor.

In a black bunt suit that tightly binds her waist and calves, her long platinum hair is tied up high, and she holds a fan-shaped weapon made by secret techniques in each hand. This Celtic woman looks more like a Hall of Valor at the moment. The former Valkyrie.

"You can only use the trick of throwing the mountain. The ancient master, relying on the distance of manipulating the mirror space, hides behind and throws 'stones'. How long will it take us to do this?"

"I have a dimension of energy support, which is endless. How long can you last? Mr. Howlett, you have smashed more than a hundred Nasmir peaks, can you still swing those bone claws now?"

It was just a moment of respite, the hundreds of mountains that were mirrored under the feet were still rumbling and shaking, and the boundless dust and raised snow filled the mirror world opened by the mage. Two people at an altitude of a thousand meters.

James touched the ferocious and gorgeous thick long bone blade alternately from left to right, wiping off the blood-red energy sparks, and the powerful and powerful aura on his body became stable again, like running water spreading evenly all over his body.

"You can try it, mage, but the dimensional power you are talking about is not Emperor Weishan!"

James breathed out, full of arrogance, and the bone blade in his left hand lightly tapped the center of his eyebrows, indicating the weird symbol on the ancient master's forehead.

Although he didn't know what power it represented, he had never seen any introduction about this pattern in Karma Taj's library these days.

But James, who is no longer "law-blind", knows very well that it is not the Visandi white magic power commonly used by mystics, or even any positive dimensional magic power that they occasionally borrow.

That kind of deep and profound fear power belongs to the more dangerous dimension of space.

Master Gu Yi was stunned for a moment, stroked his forehead, waved his hand indifferently, and the blood-red burning mark dissipated instantly.

Her face was serious like never before, and countless bright yellow line runes were projected deep in her eyes, and her slender fingertips quickly drew various complicated and chaotic structures of secret techniques.

"This is the most powerful move of Emperor Weishan that I can control. Unfortunately, I am not the person blessed by this great god. Otherwise, I can summon the Trinity Emperor Weishan to fight you."

James watched Master Gu Yi clenching his teeth with an unprecedented seriousness, just like a most skilled painter putting all his energy and energy into completing his most complicated and difficult works.

More and more mystical symbols appeared dazzlingly at the mage's fingertips, and each of them was a spell that could only be completed by a mature Kama Taj mystic.

In Gu Yi's hands, hundreds of mana spells are like a painting made with ink, and they are made by hand.

The blood-red light in his eyes became more and more intense. James squatted slightly, with the bone blade raised and lowered to protect his body. Instead of rushing to attack, he gave the Supreme Mage enough time to complete the spell.

He wants to see how powerful the white magic formula that Gu Yikou claims to be the strongest is.

boom! boom! boom!

All of a sudden, the mirrored space seemed to turn into a world inside a war drum. The rumbling roar and the shaking of the earth and mountains seemed to be beating the space rhythmically from the outside with a giant hammer.

Countless shattered lenses cover the sky, snow peaks, and even the thin void.

James began to wonder if Master Ancient One's move would blow him into this space together with the hammer.

"Oh, did you often pester this woman to fight recently, and made her angry?"

bang bang bang.

Just as James was pondering in his heart, a triangular golden mana array more than 100 meters high had been cast in front of Gu Yi, each corner of which was a faint symbol representing the identity of a great existence, trembling and flickering constantly Then, tiny sparks exploded.

Tiger-headed old Hogos.

Agamotto, the all-seeing eye.

There is also the starburst that blooms, representing the almighty goddess Ossit, and together forging the power of the Trinity Weishandi!

The talisman array is slowly turning, and there are countless secret techniques drawn and forged in the middle like the most precise gear structure, interlocking with each other.

Master Gu Yi swung his arms, stirring the magnificent magic circle that covered the sky and the sun, and couldn't stop spinning,

As she shouted hoarsely, the Weishandi magic circle exploded endlessly, quickly filling the world.

"Almighty, all-seeing, immortal, the seal of Emperor Weishan!"

"seal up!"

Bang!

The bang that filled the eardrum stopped abruptly, all the sounds were silenced, and the hoarse tinnitus filled James' mind.

As if the sledgehammer that kept hammering the mirror space finally hit a "nail", James' pupils constricted, and he subconsciously looked at his body in a daze.

From the depths of the sky, a brilliant golden wedge pierced through the entire mirror space, a hole was opened in the sky, and there were fine cracks around it.

The ten million meter long seal wedge nail constructed by mana spell pierced through his left shoulder out of thin air and protruded from his right crotch. There was no trace of blood dripping down, but it instantly blocked James' biological energy, and the surging blood all over his body Yan suddenly dimmed most of it.

He didn't even react at all, and he didn't have a chance to deal with it, so he was stabbed through.

Bang! Bang!

There were two giant nails again, and James Howlett trembled numbly, piercing the sky from his right shoulder and the back of his neck, penetrating his body again, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, but spreading to the sky and Like a mountain I do not know its dimension.

The three sealing spikes condensed from the secret magic power of Visandi's power fixed James firmly in the air, the brilliance in his eyes gradually dimmed, and the bone blades of his arms hanging down in front of him, no more The slightest energy escapes outside the body.

His head was drooping, and his long black hair was swaying in the wind and snow. It seemed that he didn't even have the instinct to breathe, and his body hung limply in the air.

In front of the Ancient One mage, the totem of the Trinity of Emperor Weishan suddenly spread across the sky, like a scroll full of spells, covering the three sky-reaching nails and every inch of James Howlett's body superior.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The secret magic disk used to support his body under the mage's feet shrank rapidly, and it seemed that he no longer had the strength to maintain that luxurious and gorgeous "floor".

She crouched in the air, stroking her chest and unable to get up for a long time, staggered to sit down cross-legged, her face was as white as paper, and the bloody symbol condensed on her forehead again, after a long time, her cheeks became rosy again, with human vitality.

The supreme mage walked up to James step by step. He was like Jesus bound on the cross, propped up in the sky by the spikes sealed by Visander, who pierced through the heavens and the earth, like the fire thief punished by the gods in Olympian mythology.

The vast and distant atmosphere diffused from the nail pillars painted with mantras. This world is more like the battlefield of ancient demon gods, rather than a mirror space on a tiny earth.

James' white jade-colored, extremely burly and majestic body did not spill a drop of blood, as if the wedge nail protruding through his body was just an illusory image.

Every inch of his skin, lines, cheeks and forehead, even the unretracted bone arm shield and bone blade, are densely covered with mysterious and obscure spells, with a faint glow shining faintly.

Gu Yi raised the fingertips of his right hand and lifted James' chin. He stared intently at this young man who was resolute and handsome like a protoss, but with a bit of a wild and bewitching face, his brows and eyes closed as if he was asleep.

The eternal coldness and indifference was no longer seen in her pupils, and the complicated flashes flickered for a long time, and finally she whispered softly:

"James Howlett, I'm sorry. I sealed you up."