Marvel reverses Wolverine

Chapter 22 The evil guest arrives at the door
"So, another hunter trained by Henry."

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

"do not know!"

On the high-backed chair opposite the long table, the trembling candlelight reflected the uncertain weather on the man's face. His complexion was very poor, as pale as a floating corpse soaked in water for a long time, with a hooked nose, many white eyes, small pupils, and well-dressed His double-breasted black woolen coat, and the raised leather boots seemed to have some dull reddish-brown traces, which looked very uncomfortable.

"Wadoma, is he still alive?" The man suppressed his emotions, and the thin black blood vessels gradually climbed up on his forehead and the corners of his eyes.

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

"Miss Wadoma was imprisoned by the White House. We don't know the exact location for the time being, but it is certain that she is still alive. Lincoln wants to get our information from Miss."

"Howlett, Howlett..."

The owner on the high-back chair played with the ring on his finger with the shape of fangs, muttered in his mouth, and said slowly: "I will deal with Wadoma's place myself, and as for the kid in Canada, you can go and go. Bring more people, regardless of life or death."

"Yes! Master Adam."

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"I said, master, you spend most of the day in the basement with two big men, Victor, every day, you can't..." O'Hara rested his cheeks, looked at James with strange eyes, and his mouth was about to speak. end.

James was stunned for a moment, then squeezed the soft flesh on her cheek in a bad mood, and O'Hara complained in pain:

"Then why didn't you go to a picnic with me for afternoon tea! When was a beauty like me rejected like this?" He turned his back and sat by James' desk, crossing his arms and not saying anything.

"You...I...well then." James said helplessly, with a little apology in his eyes.

O'Hara turned her head sharply: "Really?"

Before James could speak, she immediately said, "Don't go back on your word, I'll go get ready!" Picking up her skirt, striding her long legs, she ran out of the room in a hurry, without giving James a chance to speak.

He was hesitant to speak because of a headache, looking at O'Hara's pretty back, his eyes were like streams flowing gently.James couldn't help thinking of the words of the old Mr. Howlett when he was dying, and he was stunned for a while.

At night, before going to bed.

Boom...boom...boom...

The neatly stacked giant barbell plates collided rhythmically with a giant man with a naked body and disheveled hair squatting down.

This terrifying figure was [-] meters tall, with an unbelievably generous body. Sweat trickled down the undulating muscles of the gully. His bare feet were tightly gripping the floor tiles. His heavy body and extremely exaggerated There were some cracks on the brick surface under the weight of the barbell.

Panting 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, which exceeded the current load of his body. Damaged and slowly healing.

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

Victor slowly lowered his body, put his palms on the ground, lying on the ground like a tiger, his body gradually heard a rhythmic roar from his abdominal cavity, and gradually the roar seemed to spread to his whole body, as if the sound came from every part of his body. General from the bones.

After James practiced Tiger Leopard several times in front of Victor without any shyness, this giant man who seemed to have only "reckless" in his mind slowly mastered this forceful vocal technique and began to practice it. up.

Leiyin, a tiger and leopard trained in form and meaning, fits James and Victor very well. After practicing Leiyin, their bones have the characteristics of secondary development, and their bodies have become thicker and taller, and Victor is especially exaggerated.

After a long time, Victor finally finished today's training. He grabbed the wooden barrel, took a bucket of water from the pool in the corner, and poured it over his head. The holes were quickly lined up, and the details of the design of this underground palace are still in place.

Victor shook his wild hair, grabbed his clothes and walked up.

"The fragrance of this flower has faded, like the breath your kiss gave me"

"The color of this flower has withered, it once shone with your own brilliance"

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

"So you've been talking about these things all night, little girl Jamie." Victor's rough face was full of jokes and looked at James who was holding a book and reading to O'Hara.This scene was so ridiculous in his eyes that he mentioned the mocking nickname for James when he was young.

O'Hara looked angrily at Victor who barged in without even knocking on the door, her face was flushed with embarrassment and anger, almost as bright red as her hair.She was about to attack Victor, but James closed the book naturally and said in a relaxed manner.

"It's Shelley, a withered violet, a poet I'm very fond of."

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

O'Hara let out a "puchi" laugh, clutching her stomach and clucking like a little hen, her body shaking non-stop. James also shook his head, looking at O'Hara helplessly.

"Victor, you big idiot, it's violets, and purple radishes...you two practice those weird things every day, and you fight every day. What's the use of it? No matter how hard you fight, is it better than a shotgun?"

O'Hara glanced at James and Victor with somewhat dissatisfied eyes while complaining.

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

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

He turned to Victor and said: "You can still read some books when you have time, every day is just crazy training, and the spirit will—"

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

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

James said to O'Hara seriously, it was the first time for the little girl to see Master James' expression and attitude, and she stood there nervously.

On the contrary, James said to Victor very relaxedly: "Come down with me to have a look, Victor, there are bad guests coming, we must entertain them."

"I can't ask for it."

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"Lord Marcus, this is it."

A rider who was riding a black horse first came back and said to the leader of the rear team. They were all wearing denim wide-brimmed hats, black button-down trench coats, black gloves, black boots, and did not carry any weapons.It's just that under today's big and round moon, each of them looked pale like floating corpses.

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

The rider nodded, and Marcus sneered slowly: "A manor owner, he made his home like a military base, surrounded tightly, with turrets and bunkers everywhere. Be careful, I'm afraid the gunman will not be here. few."

The crowd behind them laughed rustlingly, "My lord, it's useless to have more gunmen, hahahahaha."

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

He flicked his whip, the horse neighed and galloped forward, and the team quickly approached the castle, but just as they were approaching, the torches that were still visible on the wall disappeared, as if 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 were not there. They rushed through the gate quickly, but no one turned around to notice that the door was slowly closed again.

(End of this chapter)