Chapter 140 The night sky with the scorching sun (big chapter)

  If the body of ordinary human beings is exposed without protection and moves at supersonic or subsonic speeds, it will be instantly fragmented into pieces of broken meat.

  However, Emma's physique is beyond the limits of ordinary people, and she can become an incarnation of organic diamonds. Eric's electromagnetic force field can also isolate air resistance very well.

  James led the two to break the sound barrier, and it didn't take long to fly from New York to Washington, D.C., at the gate of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

  Monday morning.

  This central hub that symbolizes the power of the United States, like an ordinary mansion, seems to have just woken up and tidied up.

  The sentinel who had just changed his guard saw three men in strange clothes standing outside the towering carved iron gate, picked up the walkie-talkie, and reported to the special service team.

   "Do you know why this place is called the 'White House'?"

Compared with Eric Lanshere, who was dressed in ocher red armor-style combat uniform, with a cloak on one shoulder and a dark red helmet on his head, and the graceful figure outlined in a pure white battle robe, showing his soft shoulders Emma Frost with her clavicle and flat stomach.

  James, on the contrary, simply and casually wore the black uniform of the wolf pack army, which seemed too normal.

"Why?"

  Eric thought for a few seconds, and asked in doubt. Emma, ​​who had excellent grades since childhood, knew this allusion, but she didn't say anything.

  “In 1814, in order to retaliate against the hatred of the United States for attacking the Canadian colony two years ago, the English landed from the sea and went straight to Washington. The Americans set fire to York, the capital of Canada, so this time, they also burned the presidential palace of the United States.”

  James walked forward at a leisurely pace, not paying attention to the closed iron door and the sentinel who took out his gun and stepped forward to ask questions.

   squeak

  The iron gate opened automatically just as James approached, and the guard who had just approached rolled his eyes and passed out on the ground.

   As he walked forward, the two followed closely behind, while listening to James continue to tell the story about the origin of the White House.

"... At that time, the Presidential Palace of the United States should be called the 'Grey Palace' because it was built of wood and gray sandstone. layer of white paint"

  More and more White House Secret Service members were holding guns and shouting into the walkie-talkie, while shouting and rushing forward, the weapons in their hands were suddenly dragged out by a huge force, and they were crushed into a mass of scrap iron out of thin air.

  At the same time, their heads shook one after another, and they fell to the ground as if they had been hit hard.

  “.When Roosevelt came to power, the Roosevelt in 1902 officially named this place the ‘White House’, and it has since become synonymous with the American government, so—”

  James just walked in front of the oak gate of the White House. On the lawns and squares he passed through, even seven or eight military dogs lay stiffly on the ground, and none of the hundreds of special service members was awake.

  He pushed open the door with his hand, smiled and finally said:

   "—so the only time this was breached was by a Canadian, and I was born there."

   "Damn. Damn God, Claudia! Take Lucy and hide in the bunker! Hoover! Hoover! You bastard, hurry up and answer the phone!"

  President Lyndon Johnson knocked the black telephone receiver on the "Perseverance" table. This wooden presidential table with important historical value was dented one by one.

   While cursing Edgar Hoover's name, he was preparing to evacuate to the White House's nuclear explosion-proof bunker, but the footsteps outside the rotunda became less and less.

  After four in the morning, Mr. President was woken up by a series of "nonsense" news. Before he could reorganize in the future, the former Secretary of State of the Kennedy Administration died on the way to the airport, and the Secretary of Defense had his throat cut in the inspecting New Jersey military camp.

  Every phone call is the news of the death of a congressman or senior official. In the nearly two hundred years since the founding of the United States, there has never been such a horrible night.

   Originally, the voices of staff calling for summons could be heard constantly, but now it became more and more silent.

   "Mr. President! Come on, let me take you—"

   Plop!

  The last young bodyguard who was still awake had just pushed open the door of the rotunda before falling headfirst onto the thick handmade Persian rug.

  A few pairs of footsteps came slowly outside the half-open door, and a tall and burly man with black and long hair, but exceptionally young and stalwart walked in.

  He smiled gently, with sharp canine teeth showing at the corners of his mouth, and greeted Lyndon Johnson.

   "Good morning, Mr. President, I'm James Howlett."

  Ring ring ring.Ring ring ring.

  Edgar Hoover sits in his lair, in his office at FBI headquarters.

  His right half of his face has already jumped out of the "skyline". No adjective can describe the chaotic expressions of fear, anger, panic, and gloom.

  He looked at the phone in front of him, which kept ringing harshly, his body was petrified, and he didn't intend to answer it at all.

   "You can accept it. The order not to see the sun does not include you."

  Bucky's alloy left and right hands intertwined, casually placed on his lap, quietly sitting at Director Hoover's desk, and spoke to him kindly.

   "I'm still useful."

  It was no longer necessary for Hoover to hold his pulsating cheeks with his hands, and he had long lost the feeling of that half of his face. After a while, the ringing of the phone finally stopped, and there was no more sound.

  Mr. Director did not say a word of nonsense, but simply stated a fact.

  Bucky shrugged, casually said:

   "Well, there are still things in your mind that may be useful."

   "Can I live?"

   "It's hard to say, there is a high probability that after searching your memory, you will become a fool. That lady has a much worse temper than the 'second pole' professor."

   Hoover listened to the strange adjectives in the words of the man with the metal arm, and after pondering for a while, he roughly understood the meaning, which was accurate.

   "Sergeant Barnes?"

  Mr. Director tentatively asked a question, summed up the vast intelligence information in his mind, and deduced the identity of the person in front of him.

  Bucky nodded with a smile, didn't say much, he looked at the opposite Hoover and let out a long breath, picked up the square bottom wine glass and drank the last sip, and said hoarsely:

   "You are not willing to leave me any way to survive. I have to struggle again, isn't that the reason?"

  Bucky spread out his right hand and made a gesture of "Please go ahead". He had already felt several particularly strong and strong breaths, and slowly approached the director's office.

boom!

  Hoover kicked a certain switch with his toe under the table, and the floor under the seat suddenly cracked. The building structure under the director's office was rather strange. There was no normal floor, but a dark passage leading to nowhere.

  The office door and shutters shattered, and four figures in suits or training uniforms rushed in at the same time, shooting at Bucky who was sitting in the middle.

  The four of them fired extremely fast, and the magazine in the pistol was emptied within a second or two. The long-haired man who was the target in the middle just shook his body and blocked it with his metal arm a little, but he was not injured at all.

  He took the initiative to meet a person, swung his right fist, and there was a blast in the air. Even the documents and papers on the table were blown into pieces by the force, and they were scattered in the entire office.

The tallest man in a suit, nearly two meters tall, shielded his arms with shields in front of him. He thought he could easily parry the punch, but his forearm bone, which was as thick as a calf, suddenly bent and broke, and he watched helplessly. A fist was printed.

  In the next moment, a big head exploded into a watermelon, and the remaining three people were either fighting or fighting, and either punched the head, or directly exploded the chest.

Bucky's "Falling Star" punch was a fist that Steve didn't dare to hit hard even without a shield in his hand, especially the full-strength punch of the Edman alloy left fist, which was the only one other than James that could win in the second round. A powerful strike that leaves an imprint on the Adamantium material.

   During the fierce fight, there was no chance of a back and forth fight. Bucky glanced at the deep hole, smiled and jumped directly.

Sure enough, after falling more than ten meters, the tunnel had already been sealed by a thick alloy gate. He retreated his left leg, and the reddish energy gushed out from the gap in the shoulder of the alloy arm, piercing through like high-pressure steam. To the face of the fist.

  Boom!

  The steel portal with a thickness of several tens of centimeters was blasted into a cone shape by a punch, and a hole was torn from the pointed end, and it flew three to four meters away along with the surrounding large concrete walls.

  Bucky looked at a secret underground garage, and Director Hoover looked through the window of the Mercedes-Benz car with astonished eyes. It took less than twenty seconds from when he kicked the hidden door mechanism to when he got in the car and started the ignition.

   "I gave you a chance, Mr. Director, but your people are useless."

   Hiss. Hiss. Boom!

  Edgar Hoover stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, his eyes were red, and he slammed into the death-destroyer who was following him fiercely. Bucky folded his arms, put his right foot up suddenly, and pedaled on the front of the car.

The cement floor was immediately rubbed with scorched black marks by the high-speed rotation of the tires. The high-performance Mercedes-Benz car seemed to be stuck against a rock of tens of tons, and the pungent rubber smell came. Bucky frowned and sniffed. , kick down.

  Boom!

  The engine in front of the car was exploded by a leg, and a cloud of black smoke rose. Hoover watched the man squeak and pulled out his leg, pulled off the metal car door, and dragged himself out by choking his neck.

  Edgar Hoover finally understands why those serum research experts keep fretting that Steve Rogers' injections are far more effective than other super soldiers.

  He now also possesses strength and quality beyond the limits of the human body. The fists and kicks he can swing with all his strength are like tickling. The right arm that is not metal firmly clamps his neck without trembling.

  Hoover's left face and right face finally got the same expression, with strong unwillingness and despair, he suffocated and passed out.

  The headquarters of the FBI has become a mess. In the office of the director early on Monday morning, there are four bodies that look like corpses stuffed into a bomb and detonated, and the director himself is also missing.

  Bucky was carrying Edgar Hoover on his shoulders at this time, staring at the Rogers couple who "met" in a quiet alley.

   "What do you two mean, I'm afraid I can't figure it out?"

  Bucky complained in dissatisfaction, and the two people on the opposite side exchanged a haha, and Steve changed the subject:

   "Um... back to the old house together? The teacher doesn't know what's going on."

  The three of them walked side by side to the landing point of the wolf nest No. 1 transport plane, and they were all a little dissatisfied with their boring tasks.

  Washington, in the Rotunda Office of the White House.

  James sat opposite President Lyndon Johnson, who had just taken office for a few days.

  He didn't overwhelm the guests, but sat in front of the president's desk, looked around the office with a gentle face, and compared the layout with the scene when he came last time.

Eric and Emma sat on the two sofas in the back very relaxedly, looking at the miserable-faced Mr. President as if watching a play. The entrance hall of the White House full of stacks.

  “.I’ve seen almost every president in the past 100 years at least once, but this office has only been in Abraham’s presence.”

  James is like an elder telling his grandson what he has seen and heard.

"...Lincoln is the closest to me. He later destroyed the records of Southern vampires. Few people know about it. I have a deeper impression of Roosevelt Jr. He was a capable person. His death was not right. Your last President Kennedy, I haven't I died before I could see it, do you know why?"

  Johnson looked at the man in front of him intermittently telling various past stories, even including the personal details of some former presidents who had died for many years.

  Received a question out of the blue, Mr. President subconsciously scratched the edge of the table, sweat dripping down from the top of his head.

  His guts were wiped out by the ghost-like White House staff in yesterday's bunker, his iconic big ears trembled, he muttered for a while, and finally squeezed out a voice:

   "He's like you. It's Hoover! He did it"

  James finally raised his eyebrows in surprise, he sighed, and shook his head regretfully.

   "If he comes to me, he won't die. Kennedy will save me a lot of trouble, but everything is going well, isn't it, Mr. President."

  James took out a folded letter paper from the inside of his jacket, put it on the table, and said naturally:

   "You reorganized the cabinet for you, and some military and judiciary personnel appointments are also listed on this list. It is very clear that you don't need to control the parliament, and someone will run for election according to the regulations to fill the vacancies."

"you you."

   Lyndon Johnson raised his fingers tremblingly, his face was pale, and he couldn't say a whole sentence for a long time.

  He just pointed his index finger at James, then immediately cringed back, and turned to open the dense list full of names and positions.

   "Mr. Huhao Lite, do you think that such a violent purge can make all American politicians and generals bow down? Let such a country succumb to intimidation and force?"

  Mr. President finally regained some of the courage of the head of a great country. The wrinkles on his forehead condensed into a ball, but his tone was still not firm enough.

  James caressed the edge of the "Perseverance Table", which had been covered with enamel over time.

   "What does the United States rely on to dominate the world?"

  Mr. President felt that it was time for him to speak impassionedly. As soon as he raised his breath, he heard the man on the opposite side say easily:

   "About one hundred and sixty kinds of sophisticated technologies, strategic weapons, light and heavy industries, biochemistry, electronic information. The most secret strategic core technology you can think of has been packaged and can be sent to the Soviet Union and China at any time."

  Johnson grunted a few times, and continued to listen obediently

   "There are more than a dozen places in the United States, and there are several islands in the outer sea. Intercontinental ballistic missiles carrying nuclear warheads can be launched at any time. Wall Street, the Federal Central Bank, Treasury bonds, and federal funds."

   "Tomorrow, tomorrow I can show you the economic level of this country, back to before World War I."

  James didn't pay attention to President Johnson's gray face. He had been quietly watching the sun gradually rise outside the window, becoming more and more dazzling, and said to himself:

   "My family started as a 'horse breeder'. Do you know how to control the horses well? There is an allusion in the East called 'removing the black sheep'. Hehe, really, shave off the thorny head, and the rest is not difficult."

   "Mr Howlett"

  Johnson's intake is less than the output at the moment, almost moaning and humming:

   "Have you wiped out the hundreds of millions of American citizens?"

   "Ho!"

  James finally came back to his senses, as if he had heard the most absurd story, he looked at President Johnson with a half-smile.

   "What do you rely on to make people believe in 'God Bless America'? Mr. President, you don't have to worry about this. Come here."

  He stood up and walked to the window. He seemed to have been observing the sky outside the window for a long time, and accidentally discovered the most interesting thing. He watched Johnson struggling twice before propping up his weak-legged body, and dragging over the carpet bit by bit.

  James lightly supported Lyndon Johnson's shoulders, fearing that he would collapse on the ground if he was stronger. He smiled and pointed to the sky where the sun was high, and said with great interest:

   "Look, what a beautiful night."

  The big hands on the shoulders seemed to be a heavy burden, Johnson tried to raise his eyebrows and eyes, his loose cheeks huddled together under the dazzling sunlight, he gasped a few times like pulling a bellows in his throat, and finally murmured:

  “.You are right, sir, the night sky tonight.”

"gorgeous".

  On the last day of November 1963, the shocking case of President Kennedy being shot on the street was finally announced a week later.

  Became the predecessor of the FBI in 1924, the director of the Bureau of Investigation BOI, Edgar Hoover, who established the American FBI and served as the director for nearly forty years.

  Because of extreme power ambitions and dissatisfaction with President Kennedy's support for black racial rights, he secretly arranged for gunmen to assassinate the thirty-fifth president of the United States of America, John F. Kennedy.

  Afterwards, under the investigation of the American government, Hoover's heinous crimes were gradually exposed.

   Edgar Hoover, who had come to a dead end, made a desperate move. Through his heinous power of running the largest federal secret intelligence and secret service for forty years, he launched a hysterical violent coup and a large-scale **** assassination.

  There was an uproar all over the world at home and abroad, and almost everyone in the United States went out to protest.

  Eastern and Western public opinion and high-level governments of various countries expressed their disbelief and shockingness about this incident, so that the whole world's trust in the United States and the Western dominant regime has been greatly shaken.

  More and more political shady and ugly acts about Edgar Hoover have been exposed, and countless injustices and unsolved mysteries have been put on the table again.

  People all over the world have conspiracy theories about state secret agencies and governments, which are so high that they cannot be added.

  The English "Times" headline article - "It turns out that this is a world without light" wrote:

  “. This is a dark night that has never been seen in human history, a promised land that holds high the lights of freedom. In the United States of America overnight, more than a hundred high-ranking officials suffered the most naked and **** extreme assassination, and their lives were taken away.”

".Do we doubt that the so-called civilization and progress of mankind is just a joke like a big dream. We think that Adolfo Xittler is dead, but maybe in the government offices of every country in the world, there are One or two 'Xinna Quen'."

   ".Bright! Bright! Bright!"

   Also on this day, BBC, CNN, Fox, NBC

  All important channels in all countries around the world are broadcasting live broadcasts of the trial ceremony and confession of Edgar Hoover, the "villain of the century".

  The Supreme Court of the United States of America, plus the four new justices who were urgently appointed due to the vacancy due to the assassination.

  A total of nine life-long supreme justices of the United States, unprecedentedly appeared in court together, and pronounced the sentence as Hoover's judge.

  The world watched as the man who nearly extinguished the lights of the Statue of Liberty made his final confession.

   Washington East Congress Avenue.

  Sixteen towering marble pillars propped up the gate, and the entire special zone was blocked by tens of thousands of people and media.

  In the First Judgment Hall of the Supreme Court, Edgar Hoover was decently dressed in a suit, reciting his confession in a low voice.

".Power will turn human beings into another ugly creature. At this moment, I value my past with boundless regret. This is the awakening of a sinner-we will finally enter a new era, one that respects all life equally. Not skin color, race, wealth level."

Under the sentence of Chief Supreme Justice Earl Warren, the White House, the Congress, and the Supreme Court jointly proposed and confirmed the execution of the only in-court death sentence in the history of the modern judicial system, and imposed a sentence that was abolished for more than half a century. Inhumane hanging.

  In order to restore the bright flame of America, the hanging of Edgar Hoover will be broadcast live to the world on the Supreme Court Square, in public.

   Hoover was taken off the trial stand by the bailiffs. He seemed to be in good condition with a calm face. When he came to the cell, he was asked to change into a prison uniform for execution.

As soon as the door of the cell was closed, his body trembled suddenly, pieces of fine indigo blue scales protruded, floating on his old face and clothes like waves, his body shrank rapidly, and suddenly turned back to Rui The appearance of the text.

   "Raven played well. I think imitation should be one of your abilities. Your expression and tone are not bad at all, and you didn't stutter in such a big scene."

Eric and Emma were sitting in the room in suits, and Hoover himself was lying on the ground in a chained prison uniform with black and white stripes, his mouth was tightly closed, his eyes were protruding, and the right side of his face was no longer Twitching wildly, but crooked like a paralyzed face, motionless.

   "I regretted it as soon as I came here! The crying and screaming of several plans were useless, and I was still too nervous"

   Raven drooped his head desolately, as if thinking that another one would perform better.

   She kicked Hoover in the stomach and asked Emma:

   "Is he stupid now, why doesn't he speak, and this guy has also been reformed, can he be hanged?"

  Emma smiled and shook her long golden hair with beautiful curls, and said casually:

"I sealed his language function, and in order to let Mr. Chief understand all this, I deliberately did not hurt his brain in a 'gentle' way. Zola gave him medicine, and his body is not even as good as before the serum modification. .”

   Director Hoover, who was finally brought to James by Bucky, was searched for all core memories by the White Queen with telepathy. After the end, Emma said that she suffered unprecedented "spiritual pollution".

  In addition to the "Wolf Disaster" plan, all the hundreds of evil deeds announced are all Hoover's real actions in the past forty years, which can be called an encyclopedia of political dark methods.

  Intimidation, monitoring, detention, assassination, framing. Even when President Roosevelt was re-elected for his fourth term, when he was about to overhaul the FBI and replace Hoover, he secretly used drugs to pretend to have a cerebral hemorrhage and died unexpectedly.

  He actually held the souls of the two American presidents in his hands.

   "Okay, it's time, let someone carry him out."

Eric didn't look at the ground any more, except for Hoover, who faced all this with his eyes wide open and couldn't even bite his tongue to kill himself. The three of them strode out of the cell of the Supreme Court and came outside where the armed forces pulled up a wall and roadblocks. Isolated side of the empty square.

  James Howlett stood with his hands behind his back and stood in the best viewing position directly opposite, leading Steve, Bucky and others, waiting for the final "observation ceremony".

   "Eric."

  Following Emma all the way through the flow of people that he actively avoided, Mr. Lanshere, who had just stood beside James, listened to his father's soft call without turning his head, and leaned forward to answer:

   "Dad."

   "Well, the child's name, have you thought about it?"

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