Chapter 115 The Legend of Kathmandu

  Northeast North America, Greenland, "Wolf's Nest" base.

  James Howlett is standing in the core area of ​​the base where the Rubik's Cube is installed. Under his feet is a newly built vibration gold energy supply hub. Strands of ice-blue energy lines are spread throughout the vast underground space like an indoor arena.

  Similar to the simple design and construction of the ancient Greek Olympus Palace, it brings a strange sense of grand architectural ceremony to the entire wolf nest base.

  A full-vibration golden throne embryo, which is still under construction, towers far above the palace.

  The rock layer under the permafrost and the embedded base made of blue-black vibrating gold intentionally outlines a huge H-shaped family crest with fangs and knife marks.

  The wolf lair will eventually become the core stronghold of the Howlett family.

  The mining of Meteorite Mountain is in full swing, and most of the winter wolves and wolf pack fighters are concentrated here, responsible for daily security and care.

The wolf's nest base, which is more and more magnificent like an underground city, requires thousands of workers, researchers, engineers, etc. This is because the construction machinery and equipment created by Rubik's cube power have super working efficiency and save a lot of labor. .

  Greenland's natural geographical conditions have almost eliminated the possibility of ordinary people coming and going, but the safety of the wolf den is still an extremely important link.

The ground is frosty and cold. When it comes to Greenland, which is the coldest season of the polar night, the cold wind and blizzard continue all day long, and the average temperature can reach minus 30 to 40 degrees. Except for a few "warm" areas where people can live, a quarter The three lands within the Arctic Circle are permanently ice-capped no-man's land.

  The underground base has a perfect energy supply system, the temperature is comfortable, the environment is pleasant, and even some vegetation has been cultivated. It is like a world with a different ecology.

  In a space created by the excavation of the Meteorite Mountain, the heart-shaped grass with a faint purple light was re-cultivated in the depths of the vibration gold ore.

  Dr. Erskine is already old, he rejected any measures that might delay his life, and left the rest of the time purely for his own research.

  He, Zola and the core scientific team of the Howlett family, as well as the most important scientists in the cutting-edge research institute in Brooklyn, New York, all moved to work and live in the Wolf's Lair.

   Thoroughly separate ordinary external commercial research from high-tech super technology development.

  The vibrating gold rough stone that can be used and researched here, the mysterious and powerful cosmic Rubik's Cube, and the isolated environment are simply a paradise for scientific madmen obsessed with exploration and invention.

   "Boss, once the energy protection network is put into use, the wolf nest will be completely isolated from the world, and such a cross-age energy barrier technology relies on the Rubik's Cube energy and the characteristics of vibrating gold. I think it can perfectly resist even the strike of nuclear weapons."

  Arnim Zola always likes to call James the boss. He attaches great importance to the design and planning of some bases. It should be the work of the engineering team, but he is often the one who jumps up and down the most.

   It is emphasized all the time that it is necessary to highlight the family emblem and the architectural style full of power symbols. The extremely strong cohesion of the Hydra troops is also to some extent caused by this organizational structure with a belief brainwashing model.

   "Zhen Jin, please study slowly. Dr. McLean can be satisfied, but it has been delayed for several years. Pay attention to his health. The collected corpses of mutants will still be handed over to you and Dr. Erskine."

James came to the wolf's lair from New York to stay for a few days, inspected the construction and development here, met the chief wolf Colin Pete who was in charge of security work, and then drove all the way to another piece of the roof of the world that was still extremely cold and frozen .

Himalayas.

  Kathmandu is located on the southern **** of the Himalayas, and the natural mountain barrier shields the largest city in Nepal from the cold wind from the north.

  Facing the warm current of the Indian Ocean in the south, the unique geographical environment makes the annual average temperature here about 20°C, the climate is pleasant, the sun is shining all year round, the trees are lush, and the flowers are in full bloom.

At this time, the sky has already revealed protein, and the clouds gather at the end of the eyes like a market, as if oozing blood, showing a faint red mist, James is wrapped in a blue cloak, walking here is muddy and messy on the street.

Looking up from a distance, the mountains and the blue sky are peaceful and magnificent, without any waves. People's hearts seem to be cleansed, but when they look down at their feet and around them, they always feel that such filth is incompatible with this world, and it seems to be destroyed. Wonderland on earth.

  Looking up at the moon and lowering your head to pat the dirt on your trouser legs is the real life of ordinary people.

Constantly passing by, Nepalese women in traditional sari covered their cheeks curiously, watching this tall and burly man striding down the crowded street. James' appearance and figure were too eye-catching here .

  If there are strange and hidden places in this world, the Himalayas must be one of them.

Kathmandu is a city of temples, and statues of gods can be seen standing on the side of the road everywhere. James looked at the incarnation statue of Shiva, stepping on a monster, wearing a helmet decorated with skulls, a string of human skulls hanging from the neck to the abdomen, and six arms Each holds a weapon, his red eyebrows are like fire, and his giant eyes are wide open.

  Perhaps the legendary gods and monsters of various ethnic groups have certain real references. He stands here in the most grand Pashupatinath Temple Square, waiting for the contact person of the group's nearest Indian branch in Nepal.

   "Sir? Are you from America, sir?"

  A male voice with a strong accent and anxious words sounded, James looked away from the dome of the temple, and watched the black and thin Indian man looking at himself with some humility.

   "I'm Imran Khan, an employee of the Indian branch of the American Howlett Group. Are you a gentleman from New York?"

  Imran’s family background is very complicated. His father is a Brahmin, the most noble caste in India. When he was worshiping Shiva in Nepal, he had a relationship with a local beautiful woman and gave birth to him.

But such a low status like myself can’t really become a Brahmin boy, but this father is still responsible and sent him to study in the United States. He also has the ambition to become a leader, and finally joined the Howlett Group stationed in India. division.

  He paid special attention to the message sent from the New York headquarters. Although he only mentioned a gentleman who needed to be received and served with all his strength, and he didn't even disclose his name, Imran guessed that he must be a big shot.

   And when he saw this man standing on the temple square, looking at the three-meter-high Shiva statue as if he was the gentleman who was far away, his guess became more certain in his heart.

   "Yes, you are familiar with Nepal?"

  James nodded lightly. This nervous man in a gray suit, dressed very formally, should be the guide he needs who can speak Nepali.

   "My mother is Nepalese, it's an honor to serve you sir, don't know what I can do."

  This handsome young man seemed to have no intention of introducing his name, but Imran was even more respectful. In India, people of low status are not qualified to know and call high-caste names directly.

   "I'm looking for some mysterious and legendary areas in the Himalayas. Are there any places that are mythical but highly credible?"

  Imran frowned, pondered for a moment, and said with some hesitation:

   "Sir, Nepal, like India, has had many religions and myths since ancient times, and almost every temple hall can be regarded as a place where there has been a 'shrine'."

The black and thin Imran followed behind James step by step. This gentleman seemed to be here purely for tourism. He wandered the streets of Kathmandu, and would stop and stare for a while in front of every temple, while listening to him talk about Hinduism, Buddhism one by one. Legends in this land.

   "You still know a lot. There are so many details about the Himalayan Yeti."

  James listened to these myths and anecdotes with great interest. He has a deep understanding of the legends and ancient cultures of China, Europe and the United States, but he has not paid attention to the South Asian countries.

   "Thank you for your compliment, sir, but the snowman in the Himalayas is a joke to us locals, not as real as the Karma Taj deep in the mountains."

Imran couldn't hide the joy on his face. He said he would shake his neck and head when he was happy. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. This gentleman walked slowly and fast, and he almost kept trotting keep up.

   "Kama Taj? Where is that place, why didn't I hear you mention it just now."

  James stopped slowly, and sat down cross-legged on the edge of a Buddhist temple. The view here is excellent, and he can see the majestic mountains in the north of the city.

   "Uh, because it is not a story of religious legends, it has nothing to do with mythology. They are a group of mage practice groups that actually exist, but it is said that their core sanctuary is in the unknown depths of the Himalayas."

   "Do you know the location? Or where to find these mages."

James suddenly became interested. Even if the mythological images of various religions were true, they would live outside the sky like the Nordic gods. In his eyes, they were just alien life forms with powerful individual powers, but they were indeed hidden mages. Organization, sounds a lot more reliable.

  Im Khan was stunned for a moment, rubbed his hands together, and said in thought:

"When I was very young, I saw a Karma Taj master on the side of the road. They would sometimes appear in Kathmandu. They would often give medical treatment to the people and exchange some daily necessities. People said that they all ended up walking alone to the mountains. deep, but I don't know where it ended up."

   "Understood, you have done a good job as a guide all day, go back and send a newsletter to New York, saying that Mr. Howlett is satisfied with your work."

   James stood up after speaking, and strode away. His extremely tall and conspicuous figure was unconsciously lost in a trance. Imran Khan chased him for a while, but he couldn't find anyone again.

  He wondered about the surname Howlett in a strange way, but felt that it was unreal. It was the surname of the founder of the group, and even his boss's boss had never actually seen it.

  In front of the village closest to the foot of the Himalayas in Kathmandu, a strange traveler walked by.

He was wrapped in a blue full-body cloak, and he was unusually burly and tall. He walked towards the depths of the mountains step by step with his long legs. The land was covered with heavy snow, but the villagers saw where the man walked. He stepped on the snow without a trace, as if he had settled down in the world, but he was not touched by the mundane at all.

  More and more villagers gathered at the foot of the mountain, folded their hands together, and knelt deeply in the ice and snow

  (end of this chapter)