Marvel Reverses Wolverine

"So, another hunter trained by Henry."

"Master, master, I don't know..."

"have no idea!"

On the high-backed chair opposite the long table, the trembling candlelight reflected the uncertainty on the man's face. His complexion was very poor, as pale as a floating corpse that had been soaked in water for a long time. He had a hooked nose, many white eyes, small pupils, and was well-dressed. She wore a double-row black woolen jacket, and her upturned leather boots seemed to have some dull reddish-brown marks, which made her look very uncomfortable.

"Where's Vadoma, is she still alive?" The man suppressed his emotions, and fine blue and black blood vessels gradually appeared on his forehead and corners of his eyes.

"Live! Live!" The slightly fat man, who had been hunched over and dared not stand up, hurriedly agreed.

"Miss Vadoma is being held in custody by the White House. We don't know the specific location for the time being, but we are certain that she is still alive. Lincoln wants to get our information from Miss."

"Howlett, Howlett..."

The owner of the high-backed chair played with the fang-shaped ring on his finger, murmuring in his mouth, and said slowly: "I will take care of Wadoma's place myself. As for that boy in Canada, you go and take a trip. Bring more people with you, no matter life or death."

"Yes! Master Adam."

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"Master, you and Victor, two grown men, stay in the basement for most of the day. Could you..." O'Hara held up her cheek and looked at James with strange eyes, and her mouth was about to speak. end.

James was stunned for a moment and pinched the soft flesh on her face angrily. O'Hara complained in pain:

"Then why don't you go on a picnic with me for afternoon tea! When has such a beauty like me ever been rejected like this?" He turned his back and sat leaning against James' desk, folding his arms and saying nothing.

"You...I...Okay." James said helplessly, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

O'Hara turned around sharply: "Really?"

Before James could speak, she immediately said, "Don't regret it, I'm going to get ready!" She picked up her skirt, opened her long legs, and ran out of the room in a hurry, without giving James a chance to speak.

He had a headache and hesitated to speak. Looking at O'Hara's pretty back, his eyes seemed to be filled with gentle streams. James couldn't help but think of old Mr. Howlett's last words again, and was dazed for a while.

At night, before going to bed.

Boom…boom…boom…

Neatly stacked giant barbell plates collided rhythmically with a naked giant man with disheveled hair squatting down.

This terrifying figure is two and a half meters tall. His body is incredibly generous. Sweat drips down his undulating muscles. His bare feet are tightly gripping the floor tiles. His heavy body and unusually exaggerated figure There were some cracks on the brick surface where the weight of the barbell pressed against it.

Breathing heavily, Victor finally finished today's training. He felt the strange pain and itching in his legs. It turned out that the weight was too heavy and exceeded the current load of his body. His knees and leg bones were all numb. He was injured and is slowly healing.

The crazy beating also caused traces of blood to ooze from his skin, mixed with the sweat on his body.

Victor slowly lowered his body and put his hands on the ground, lying on the ground like a tiger. A rhythmic roar gradually came from his body, and gradually the roar seemed to spread to his whole body, as if this sound came from every part of his body. It comes from the bones.

After James practiced the tiger leopard thunder sound several times in front of Victor without hesitation, this giant man who seemed to only have "recklessness" in his mind slowly mastered this power-producing technique and began to practice it. got up.

The Hubao Leiyin of Xingyi training is extremely suitable for James and Victor. After practicing Leiyin, their bones all have the characteristics of secondary development, and their bodies become stronger and taller, and Victor is especially exaggerated.

After a long time, Victor finally ended today's training. He grabbed the wooden bucket, lifted a bucket of water from the pool in the corner and drank it down, washing away the sweat and red blood stains on his body, and followed the ditch on the ground. The holes were quickly arranged and the details of the design of this underground palace were still in place.

Victor shook his wildly disheveled hair, grabbed his clothes and walked up.

"The fragrance of this flower has faded, like the breath that your kiss once revealed to me"

"The color of this flower has withered, but it once shone with your unique brilliance."

"A shrunken, dead, empty form resting on—"

"So you've been talking about these things all night, little girl Jamie." Victor's rough face looked at James, who was holding a book and reading to O'Hara, with a joking look on his face. This scene was so ridiculous in his eyes that he even mentioned the mocking nickname he had given James when he was a kid.

O'Hara looked at Victor who had barged in without even knocking on the door with an angry face. His face was red with embarrassment and anger, almost as red as her hair. She was about to attack Victor, but James closed the book naturally and spoke lightly.

"It's Shelley, a withered violet, a poet I like very much."

Victor sneered a few times with great disdain, "If you have time to read about pickles and purple radish here, why not fight with me!"

O'Hara burst out laughing, holding his stomach and clucking like a little hen, shaking non-stop. James also shook his head and looked at O'Hara helplessly.

"Victor, you are a big idiot, you are a violet, and you are a purple carrot... You two practice those weird things every day, and you still fight every now and then. What's the use? No matter how good you are at fighting, is it worth a shotgun?"

O'Hara complained as he glanced at James and Victor with somewhat dissatisfied eyes.

Victor smiled slyly, and said softly and meaningfully: "The gun is really useless..."

"Okay, okay, O'Hara, I'll read poetry to you tomorrow." James tried to smooth things over, and little O'Hara turned up her nose and snorted softly.

He turned to Victor and said: "You can still read some books when you have time. It's just crazy training every day, and your spirit will--"

James suddenly stopped, frowned, and sniffed a few times. Victor also seemed to feel something, his nose moved, and he licked his lips unconsciously, with some ferocious excitement on his face.

"O'Hara, close the doors and windows and don't go out. If anyone wants to break in, just go directly into the basement through the secret door in the study."

James said to O'Hara seriously. This was the first time the little girl saw Master James's expression and attitude, and she froze there nervously.

On the contrary, James said to Victor easily: "Come down with me and have a look, Victor, you always have to entertain the unwelcome guests."

"It's what I asked for."

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"Master Marcus, this is it."

A rider riding a black horse came galloping back and said to the leader of the rear group. They all wore cowboy wide-brimmed hats, black button-down windbreakers, black gloves, black boots, and did not carry any weapons. It's just that under today's big and round moon, all of them look as pale as floating corpses.

The man named Marcus was a little fat, with a beard and a broad face, but with sunken cheeks. He looked at the tall and majestic Howlett Family Manor Castle in front of him and asked with some suspicion: " Are you sure this is not the residence of the Governor-General of Canada?”

The rider nodded, and Marcus sneered slowly: "A manor owner made his home look like a military base. It was tightly surrounded, with turrets and bunkers everywhere. You all, be careful, I'm afraid there are no gunmen here. few."

The people behind him were smiling rustlingly, "Sir, it's useless no matter how many gunmen you have, hahahahaha."

Marcus also smiled, yes, what's the use of having more guns.

He flicked his whip, and the horses neighed and ran forward. The team quickly approached the castle. But just as they were approaching, the torches that were still visible on the wall disappeared, and it seemed that the sentries had also withdrawn. The gate of the castle opened slowly and strangely, and two figures could be vaguely seen in the wide open space inside.

Marcus hesitated a little, but the people around him and the fierce horse under his crotch did not. They rushed through the door quickly, but no one looked back and noticed that the door slowly closed again.