Marvel Reverses Wolverine

"Mr. Howlett, what do you mean?"

In the empty meeting room on the top floor of the Empire State Building, Mr. Howard Stark's mind was blank, and he had no clue about James' question.

He shrugged his cheeks, and in the end, he sat on the chair in a daze and didn't make a sound.

Old Stark is an out-and-out traditional scientist, except for his free-spirited and even somewhat dissolute personality when he was young,

Pride is deeply engraved in his bones.

Although his son Tony disliked his father's arbitrariness and conceit very much, he didn't realize that he was actually the best father.

Nowadays, mysticism and various myths and legends around the world continue to attract the attention of more and more scientific practitioners, and people have shaken to a certain extent the pure and rigorous scientific view or are trying to find a new perspective.

But Mr. Stark is still very old-fashioned and sticks to his scientific research path.

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Dense dots of sparks burned into round light clusters, rustling and burning up strands of tobacco.

James leaned on the quaint stone table, took a deep puff on the cigar with three fingers, and stared at Stark for a while, unaware of how much pressure his silent appearance brought to the other party.

Gudong

"——The Rubik's Cube can be lent to you."

As Mr. Stark's Adam's apple twitched deeply, James suddenly came back to his senses and said bluntly.

He got up and sat back on the high-backed chair at the top, and licked his cigar with his fingertips. The question just now about how the god king Odin viewed the Rubik's Cube seemed to be more like a self-oriented thinking question, and he didn't care about Howard. · Whether Stark can really give an answer.

James continued with a natural look:

"I want you to have all the research results and developed technologies related to the energy of the Rubik's Cube in the universe. The scientific team of the Howlett Group will send personnel to join the Tianma Project, and we must ensure that our scientists are always involved in the research process of the Rubik's Cube. "

James took one last puff of his cigar before putting out the butt and leaning back.

"--any questions?"

"No!"

Old Mr. Stark replied bluntly, even a little impatiently.

He also seemed to realize that it was inappropriate for him to be in such a hurry, he pursed his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly, his thin chin quivered and explained:

"It's meaningless to pretend to evade with you, hehe, it's really meaningless. I understand a little bit about your real status in this country and even in this world. You are not a 'Napoleon', and you are already magnanimous enough."

James waved his hands helplessly and smiled, if it wasn't for the sudden appearance of Tianqi, he would rather continue to hide behind the scenes.

When sitting on the towering giant stone throne in the pyramid city, loneliness, numbness, and a strange sense of emptiness lingered in his heart like tarsal maggots.

Creatures are all crawling under their feet. They look up at you with incomparably lofty and awe-inspiring eyes. Looking up, only the sky and the earth are left in this world, as if you are the only one left in the sky.

It was not until the last moment that En Sabah Nur finally removed the pale mask that was like a shackle in the depths of his heart.

And James Howlett didn't want to be him.

"Hehe. You won't suffer. My scientific team and all aspects of hardware configuration will greatly help the Tianma Project, and the Cosmic Rubik's Cube has always been in my hands. To be honest, you can exceed the expected results and technology Most likely it doesn't exist."

"Although Mr. Stark has not promised to join the Howlett Group all these years, I think this is a good start for the cooperation between the two parties."

Getting up and shaking hands with Old Stark for the last time, James' eyes changed, and he asked casually with a homely smile:

"How old is your son Tony this year?"

Howard didn't expect that the two people he met that day cared about his troubled son. Dr. Lawson was nothing but a working partner, and he knew Tony already.

But this gentleman, not only does he know that he has a son, but he can even mention Tony's name? This made Stark's head feel like it had been struck by lightning.

"Ten, seventeen, just graduated from MIT, hey, the child seems to have changed when he grows up, and he doesn't like to talk to me."

Howard stammered a few words, but seeing James nod and chuckle understandingly, he felt a lot more relaxed in his hands and feet.

The few tens of minutes I saw Mr. Howlett today completely overturned his preconceived stereotyped assumptions about this character who has been covered with many mythological auras.

Old Stark seemed to understand why Mr. and Mrs. Rogers never looked too solemn when they mentioned this gentleman, as if he was one of the most dependable elders in the family.

"Hey, I also have a daughter. I have always been very close to me, but she loves to cause trouble, worry, and worry."

The two finally opened up the conversation at the end of the conversation. The child made the two fathers draw closer to each other. Before going out, Stark paused, no longer so restrained, and asked in turn:

"Why do you think Odin hid the Rubik's Cube on Earth?"

James raised his eyebrows. He was almost a head taller than Old Stark. The tall and burly young man patted the skinny old man on the shoulder, and said in a deep and meaningful voice:

"Mr. Stark, I think it's all there. The Cosmic Rubik's Cube is not a necessary power for Odin, but it also makes him have to care about some more complicated issues. I wish your research plan all the best."

"Sir, Mr. Stark has been sent downstairs, do you need to make any arrangements for your future schedule?"

Miss "Viper" Ophelia Green leaned to the side and asked. Her slightly raised eyebrows always looked a little aggressive, but her gentle eyes were impressive.

"No need Miss Green, I rarely come to the group, thank you for your tea. 'Viper' is a very ambitious force, I hope you can master it well, I also want to participate in my child's 'school sports meeting', goodbye gone."

James smiled softly, admiring the unique beauty of this young lady generously, his eyes gradually glowed blood red, and his black hair moved slowly and suddenly jumped into the air.

On the zenith of the lobby at the top of the Empire State Building, a huge hollow door was suddenly unscrewed. When James soared, the fierce energy and life energy surging around him were no longer as fierce as before, and even the wind pressure that broke the sound barrier was stronger than before. many times smaller.

Miss Viper watched the man leave through the air with burning eyes, her cheeks flushed again.

"Men conquer the world, and women, conquer men. Isn't that kind of ambition?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhh."

An exquisite single-family building near the outskirts of Queens, New York. The wide courtyard in the backyard does not have a swimming pool or a cozy gazebo garden like most houses in this community.

A young man wearing strange red glasses stood on the bluestone slab with his feet apart, squatting and walking slowly, with his hands resting on his lower abdomen, his undulating figure seemed to be riding a slowly pacing horse.

All kinds of boxing target stakes and strength training equipment such as barbells and stone locks are displayed around the yard, which is particularly strange and abrupt in this community where families are generally well-off.

The young man's naked upper body has clear lines and muscular muscles. He is wearing a pair of baggy black sweatpants. The timer next to him shows that two and a half hours have passed.

The rhythm of his breathing was different, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, suddenly let out a long breath, leaned back, and stood upside down with his hands on the ground.

Steadily switched to a one-handed handstand and then tilted his body. When he fell down, he relied on the strength of his waist and abdomen to pull him back again.

Repeatedly changing multiple angles for more than a dozen rounds of exercise, from the beginning to the end without leaving a drop of sweat.

"Scott! Let's go, hurry up, put on your clothes, you will have plenty of time to train after you arrive at the academy, hahaha, brat, don't cry bitterly then!"

Alex Summers laughed heartily, and casually threw the jacket hanging on the wooden dummy to his younger brother. Although he was urging him with words, the cheerful look on his face was uncontrollable.

"Well, I still want to make up more homework. I'm already sixteen years old, and it's too late to wake up. People of my age in the academy will have years of professional training and targeted learning than me. Do you think I will? I will be in the same class with a group of seven or eight-year-old children."

Scott pressed on the black-rimmed glasses with dark red lenses, which looked more like some kind of sports goggles than ordinary sunglasses, covering the gaps around the eye sockets tightly.

His anxious and complaining appearance was fully exposed by the corners of his raised mouth. Little Mr. Summers puffed out his chest, like a proud big rooster, with his neck upright enjoying the excitement of his parents pushing the suitcase for him scene.

"You are called a late bloomer, the awakening level of Alpha 4 peak, yes buddy!"

Mr. "Shock Wave" Summers, the most explosive chief executive once called the "Whip of Order" by the extraordinary field, is no longer the brat he was back then.

Now, after switching to a new department, instead of becoming more relaxed, he is even busier and more mysterious.

But the day when his younger brother Scott finally awakened his mutant ability and entered the "Super English Academy" report, Alex couldn't miss it anyway.

While brushing Scott's short dark brown hair with his hands, he introduced some basic information about the academy carelessly.

"The daily knowledge and culture classes in the college are no worse than those of those Ivy League schools. I taught you the evolution technique many years ago, and now your level of practice is not much worse than that of students of the same age. Well, you may have to make up for it in the first two years For the theoretical knowledge of supernatural power, the majority of children awakened in their teens, so don’t use it.”

The two walked out of the house while talking, and the Summers couple hugged and kissed Scott and then nagged frequently, as if the child was about to go on a long journey to study in college.

"Yo ho! I've wanted to sit on this for a long time and feel the real push back feeling. Hey, brother, can you go west for a while?"