Marvel Reverses Wolverine

The city of New York has too many top names in the world, one of which is the extremely poor traffic.

Relying on the lucrative salary of the Institute of Mutant Forces, Ms. "Angel" Salvador Bohusque can now often take a taxi to work in Manhattan.

At this moment, Fifth Avenue and Central Street were once again blocked into a mess in the sewer. Looking at the dollar figures jumping on the meter, Salvador decided to get off the car immediately and ran to the research institute.

She also plans to use this stable and high-paying job to save some money and buy a small house in the suburbs that she never even dared to think about.

Kicking off the shoes that are seven or eight centimeters high, the "angel" just stood on tiptoe, running briskly through the congested and narrow lanes,

If you can bare the wings on your back and fly freely over the city, you can go wherever you want, just like an elf in a fairy tale.

But the reality is that this elf is just a flesh and blood woman who used to hang out in dirty alleys and midnight bars.

El Salvador once hinted to Darwin that it has always been inconvenient to come to work at the institute by himself, and it is not easy to take a taxi at the door of his house.

Mr. Darwin just came up with ideas dully, like a piece of wood, but maybe he is very smart and doesn't want to have that kind of intersection with a woman like himself.

Once, on the way to work in a traffic jam, "Angel" thought about it indiscriminately, and finally made herself a little depressed. She saw that she finally arrived at the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D. high".

Even if a small woman suffers a little from her feet, she still has to support her stature.

After arranging her hair and looking at her makeup, Ms. Angel twitched for a while, and finally walked towards the resident building of the Mutant Power Research Institute with her petite hips and hips swaying.

"Hank? Darwin? Strange, I was the first to arrive!"

Salvador still kept the black string bag in his hand aside, and sat on the swivel chair in a circle boredly. Not only his partners, but the entire research institute building was deserted today, and even the guard on duty at the door was not seen.

There have been too many troubles in the "X-Men" team these days, the professor is in a slump, Sean is about to face criminal charges again, and Salvador is starting to worry about whether the best job he has done so far is coming to an end soon up.

"My God! Hank! You're scaring my mother!"

Lowering his gaze, the dazed angel suddenly saw a pair of hideously huge feet on the floor beside him. The ten toes were as long as fingers, but they were extraordinarily thick.

Hank McCoy was uncommonly not wearing his big leather shoes, and stood barefoot on one side like this, with his head lowered, standing almost ninety degrees to his body, and the researcher's white coat on his body There are traces of tearing, hanging messily on the body.

"follow me."

Hank breathed lightly, and hummed hoarsely. As soon as the words fell, he turned around and walked forward step by step on the pair of beast feet.

"Angel" followed subconsciously, and she had goosebumps all over her body. Looking at Hank, who was always shy and enthusiastic, but also a little silly and serious, she couldn't help but feel worried.

"Hank? What's the matter with you, what happened? Don't be like this, I'm scared. This is it!"

She followed Hank McCoy all the way to the brain wave room, standing at the door with numb scalp, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

Charles Xavier was still sitting in the center of the spherical brainwave chamber, and the brainwave helmet he was wearing seemed to have been modified, with a lot of silver metal inserts added to it, like a weird oversized perm mask.

Behind it is a box-like machine that is one person tall, with thick and long needles extending from densely packed pipelines, which are inserted into the back of Professor Charles' neck and scalp.

His eyes were turned up, but there was no trace of pupils, his cheeks and forehead were densely covered with black blood vessels, and he grinned dully.

Darwin, Sean the Siren, and Wei Jieming the Double all bowed their heads deeply like Hank, hanging there as if there were no muscles in their necks.

Hank walked slowly to their side, and the four of them remained silent like this, standing beside Professor Charles in dead silence, only Darwin, who was wearing a black sweater, shook his head and trembled twice from time to time.

Salvador's back trembled violently, and his dragonfly-like wings popped out suddenly, and a normal human voice suddenly appeared behind him.

"Miss Bohuske, this is not acceptable. You have been late for so long with the salary in the office. Everyone has been waiting for you for a long time."

Major William Stryker walked past the "angel" on his own, and walked straight to Charles.

The two Latino men who followed behind him were almost identical in appearance. They were wearing combat uniforms, and they looked like two millstones. They blocked the door of the brain wave room from left to right, and looked up and down at the angel innocently.

Stryker twisted a certain switch of the machine, leaned over to the side of Professor Charles's face, said in a low voice, but very clearly:

"Let this lady, join us."

hum!

The angel flapped its wings at high speed, and just when it was less than two meters high, it rolled its eyes and fell to the ground.

After a while, he lowered his head like several partners, with long black wavy hair almost reaching his toes, got up and dragged himself to Charles' side.

"The most important thing below."

Major Stryker's face was flushed unnaturally, his eyes were bloodshot, and suppressing the excitement surging deep in his throat, he continued softly in Charles' ear:

"Find all the mutants in the United States, not one. All, and control them all!"

Boom!

The afterglow of the setting sun is scattered in the office of the Rotunda of the White House.

President Johnson and Edgar Hoover tapped square-bottomed glasses and each took a full swig of gin.

Mr. President comfortably smoothed his loose hair, and the shield helmets of the two were put aside, with relaxed and happy smiles on their faces.

"Next step, Mr. Director, relying on this Professor Xavier, we can drive these mutants to do anything at will?"

The first thing President Johnson did when he finally came out of the White House bunker was to transfer the middle-aged Secret Service guard away from here.

Although he knew that this experienced and effective special agent was mentally controlled at the time, Mr. President couldn't get rid of the terrifying appearance of this man in front of the camera, talking to himself strangely.

Johnson never wanted to see this man again in his life.

"It's not that easy. My Mr. President, even this 'Professor X' with extremely exaggerated spiritual power can't keep controlling the thoughts and actions of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people. If we don't want to put this Weapons' play badly."

Hoover poured himself another juniper glass, very full, without ice.

The transformation of the serum has turned his metabolic ability and physique upside down. Alcohol is like drinking fruit juice to him, it's just a taste.

He smacked his lips and continued:

"The former super-soldier research base in New Jersey has been transformed into a centralized camp that can accommodate 100,000 people. These mutants from all over the country will go there 'independently'. We have prepared a complete means of custody. Follow-up .”

President Johnson was really displeased when he heard this. Hoover never told him the details of these plans, but Mr. President concealed his emotions very well and waited for him to continue talking with great interest.

"—Digest them! Useless ones are locked up for in vivo research, and those with outstanding abilities are controlled with drugs developed by the bureau. This time, the scientists of SHIELD under me have made great contributions. If it weren't for this powerful nerve control Potion, Professor Xavier alone can't take it down."

"What about the Howlett family? They have mutants who also have telepathic powers, and they also have related defense methods. There is also James Howlett II. Have you found out about him!"

President Johnson has always been most worried about this super oligarch who occupies almost half of America's high-tech, military, energy, and manufacturing industries.

It's just ordinary mutant people, even if there are some individuals with heaven-defying abilities, they are not afraid of the state machine and the wisdom of all mankind.

"Let's get rid of the second generation first, Mr. President. The only thing I can be sure of now is that the James Howlett who stood with President Lincoln is the present... and it has always been him, the Howlett family never changed powers"

Gudong

President Johnson swallowed silently. He hesitated and said slowly: "Then how old is he?"

"Born in the 1830s and now more than 130 years old, Mr. President, this number should be accurate. His father was shot dead according to definite records. His grandfather, the first Howlett, died well. From him the family started to get weird."

"But we can have a great deal of peace of mind."

Looking at Johnson's complex expression of faint fear, Director Hoover had to add:

"Howlett's personal strength should be very limited. Through the study of the mutant gene of this characteristic, it can be inferred that James Howlett should have a strong self-healing ability, so he can live for so long."

"But compared to the 'White Queen', 'Magneto King' and others around him, his combat effectiveness is not worth mentioning at all."

S.H.I.E.L.D. made a lot of speculation and research on the destruction of the golf course in the suburbs of New York that day, as well as the reports of Agent Maura Mark Taggart and Director Michael Hals who recovered their memories later.

The secret department of the United States has detailed inferences about the abilities of Emma Frost and Eric Lanshere,

There are also the teleporting "Red Devil" and super soldiers like "Traitor". Hoover has certain confidence in the fighting power of the Howlett family.

"I hope you are right, Director Hoover, but even if this Mr. Howlett has abilities beyond our expectations, the mutant army in the United States will soon be organized, and by then"

"At that time, we can drown them with the tactics of crowds. Mr. President, this is the real weapon of the 'Wolf Hunt'! The Howlett Group just lost one person in power behind it, and the remaining high-level leaders will be very happy Take over the power of the company."

President Johnson was leaning against the table, rubbing the heavy black helmet with grain patterns in his hand, after thinking for a long time, he finally smiled, and said with a sneer:

"Unless Howlett can do it now, earth-shaking."

"Raven, don't worry, Professor Charles Xavier should be, fell."

In the core hall of the wolf's nest base, James looked at Riven's bright yellow eye whites, and the slightly erected strange-colored pupils were filled with misty water vapor, as if tears were about to gush out.

"Emma, ​​Peggy, call the wolves, it's time, I can't let my good daughter-in-law lose her brother."

Miss Raven Darkholme leaned against Asazzo's arms, her eyes that had just shed a few tears were embarrassedly closed, and her indigo-blue cheeks seemed to be a little darker.

Just after talking with Eric and Alex at the Zhenjin training ground, Raven was brought over by Asazzo, and she told James that her cheap "cousin" hadn't come home for many days.

Raven wanted to go to the research institute to have a look by herself, but she just asked Asazo to accompany her, but the Red Devil took her to James without any explanation.

In the original words of A Sazuo: If you are in doubt, go to Dad.

A few minutes later, Colin Pitt led ten winter wolves and more than a hundred wolf pack warriors lined up in the center of the hall. Steve Rogers, Bucky, Peggy, Emma and Eric and a few others People are scattered in the front row.

James suddenly felt something, and frowned. Eric, Alex, Raven, and Asazo, who hadn't put on the dark red helmet, suddenly looked in a trance.

Emma's eyes flashed, her right hand was lifted up, and then the gradually dull faces of several people immediately returned to normal, shaking their heads, as if they were inexplicably distracted just now.

He and Emma exchanged glances, and they understood each other. It seemed that the situation of Professor Charles was even more miserable than imagined.

James looked at the vibrating gold "throne" with a black body, a tall chair back, and an H-shaped emblem engraved on it.

Simple and elegant, square and upright, except for a quiet and deep wolf head on each armrest, there is no extra decoration.

He was silent for a long while, and then scanned the crowd present. Under their extremely expectant eyes, he finally walked up the steps paved with blue-gray vibrating gold, and sat down slowly.

boom!

The soldiers of the wolf group, including their own students, Eric, and Emma. Everyone in the main hall boxed their chests at this moment, lowered their heads, and knelt on one knee.

Raven trembled and was half a beat slower. This was the first time she saw Mr. Howlett sitting on the high vaulted throne,

He has long black hair, his handsome facial features are faintly indistinct, without any expression, without any movement, just like the boundless deep sea silently staring at everyone.

"I made a promise to you."

In the solemn and extremely depressing grand palace, a strong voice finally sounded.

"I promised my son that one day, he will be able to walk in any corner of the world openly and aboveboard, and no longer be looked at sideways."

"I promised every wolf pack warrior that one day, I will lead you into a new era, and let the glory and pursuit of the warrior become the only one of the era."

"I promised everyone in the Howlett family that one day, this planet, and even this starry sky! It will be a wilderness for wolves!"

Alex Summers' tympanic membranes twitched, and he couldn't even restrain the surge of energy in his body. He raised his eyebrows slightly trembling, and felt his blood rushing to the top of his head.

He watched the man looking in an unknown direction, and finally whispered:

"All of this starts today, with the 'wolf disaster'."

David Nord looked at the special high-plastic sniper gun handed to him by Major Stryker, and he was familiar with it after just checking and fiddled with it for a while.

"Remember, that 'Magneto King' Eric Lanshere is a strategic-level mutant, he can control all metals, so you must ensure that there is no metal substance left on your body, and once you start fighting, be sure to Hit and kill!"

Second Lieutenant Nord with an Asian face was quite handsome and tall, and he was the highest rank among these mutant soldiers.

Although he was also in his early twenties, but with his superb marksmanship, this American-Korean mixed-race was repeatedly promoted to lieutenant in the army.

But in fact, David Nord is a mutant with extraordinary nerve reflex speed and body control ability. He is especially good at all kinds of firearms and thermal weapons, and he is the best sharpshooter.

"Sir, I've never missed a shot. One bullet, one bullet is enough."

Major William Stryker patted Nord on the shoulder with a smile. This is the most convenient team member he uses, with outstanding combat effectiveness and smart and sensible.

"Are you going to prepare for battle today? Sir."

Stryker walked slowly to Professor Charles, and glanced at his bloodshot, out-of-focus pupils. Beside him, the small Chris Bradley, who had the ability to control electricity and machinery, was maintaining the Efficient operation of the brain wave machine.

With him, all electrical equipment can be perfectly operated.

"We must always be ready to fight. The enemy is immune to the power of telepathy, but this is New York after all, and it is the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. I don't believe they dare—"

Whoosh! buzz buzz.

Outside the S.H.I.E.L.D. Mutation Force Research Institute, a "beautiful" high-speed engine roar suddenly pierced through the air. The strange thing is that this engine sound full of mechanical power is extraordinarily silky, exquisite and perfect to the extreme.

Stryker ran out of the brain wave room, the sun was setting low, but the sky was still slightly bright, with layered clouds revealing a dark blue dome, and the sky was fine.

But the violent and fragmented roar seemed to be right in front of him, Mr. Major shook his head in doubt, and the mid-air finally refracted light and shadow randomly like a TV flickering, and suddenly a shuttle-shaped aircraft with a black body and a black body appeared .

Eric Lanshere lifted the magnetic field shielding of the vibrating gold supersonic aircraft of the "Wolf Constellation", and the bent visible light returned to normal. This aircraft, which exceeded the technological limit of the times, was finally exposed to Major Stryker.

"Ready! Ready to fight!"

William Stryker shouted, and quickly ran back to the brain wave room and rushed to Charles' side. While talking, he frantically operated the device that continuously supplied psychotropic drugs.

The Wolf Seat supersonic plane slowly and vertically landed on the open space outside the Institute of Mutation Forces. James took Emma, ​​Eric, Asazzo, Raven and Alex down the stairs from the plane. Down.

"Except for the life of Professor Charles, don't worry about anything else."

"And Hank! Dad, he's my friend too, you've seen him!"

Raven also wore a thin black wolf pack combat uniform, with blue skin and red hair, standing beside Asazo, talking eagerly.

"Count him as one, don't I need to do it?"

James agreed indifferently, and turned his head to look at Emma and Eric. The two nodded solemnly, and then Eric spread his hands and floated into the air.

He was wearing a ochre-red combat uniform, a one-shoulder cloak, and a dark red full-complex helmet, as if a god had descended.

"Don't worry about Charles' spiritual power, I will hold up the 'diamond' barrier."

Emma turned into a diamond form all over her body in a swish, with a bright and graceful diamond body wrapped in a white combat uniform, and walked directly to the main entrance of the institute, followed by "Shock Wave" Alex Summers and "Magic" "Shape Girl" Raven.

With a smirk, Asazo pulled out two Adamantium short knives from his back, which he hadn't done for a long time.

"Don't worry my dear, I will bring my uncle out safely."

As soon as the words fell, the red devil turned into a cloud of black and red smoke and disappeared.

A red light exploded in the depths of James' pupils, he raised his right foot lightly, and suddenly formed a blood-red triangular energy array out of thin air, just where he had landed,

Just like stepping on the ladder to the sky, James' feet are "growing lotus step by step\

,"Standing quietly at a height of more than 100 meters all the way, stepping on a huge triangular array with a side length of two meters, like a floating blood-red floor, looking down from mid-air.

The "wolf disaster" has begun, just like the night more than a hundred years ago, James was held in his arms by his grandfather Howlett straddling the horse, watching the first generation of wolf riders set off flames in Edmond and massacre.

boom rumble

The six or seven-story building of the entire research institute began to vibrate rhythmically. The steel foundation of the building was already shaking, and gradually there were smoke particles floating in the air.

More and more sand and gravel dust are attracted and gathered around Eric, like a magnet, absorbing the metal particles in the soil and rock around him,

"Magneto" manipulates the electromagnetic field, crackling and emitting tiny blue streamers flying high in the sky, faintly seeing strips and fragments of ring-shaped magnetic field circles, overlapping layers around the body, neatly arranged, with the ultimate matrix law and beauty.

hum! hum! hum!

Finally, the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau blew its horns, and more and more agents and guards, and even heavily armed formations swarmed in.

As night fell, the government armed confidential place in Manhattan, New York was attacked in a grandiose manner.

"White Queen" Emma Frost looked at the thousands of armed forces gradually surrounding the square, and took two steps forward. The diamond body seemed to absorb all the lights and sparks on her body.

She raised her arms high, the dazzling bright light burst out suddenly, and shouted sharply:

"Mind! Blast!"

boom!

A circle of blazing halo radiated, holding all kinds of firearms, and the armed forces of S.H.I.E.L.D., who were waiting in battle, collapsed to the ground one after another. Within thousands of square meters, there was a dead silence.