Chapter 205 Mr. Howlett who doesn't want to be 'Napoleon'

   "Mr. Howlett, what do you mean?"

  In the empty conference 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 finally, he stayed on the chair in a daze and didn't make another sound.

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

  Proud, deeply engraved in his bones.

  Although his son Tony disliked his father's arbitrariness and conceit, 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. 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.

   Hiss hiss.

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

  James sat leaning on the quaint stone table, took a deep puff on the cigar with his 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."

  Following 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 **** 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 expression:

"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 and then extinguished the cigarette butt, leaning back.

"-any questions?"

"No!"

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

  He also seemed to realize that his busy appearance was inappropriate, he pursed his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly, his thin chin quivered and explained:

   "It's really meaningless to pretend to evade with you, hehe, it's really meaningless. I understand the real status of Mr. in this country and even in this world. I understand a little bit. 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 Apocalypse, he would rather continue to hide behind the scenes.

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

   All creatures are crawling under your feet. They look up at you with incomparably noble and awe-inspiring eyes. Looking up, there is only the sky and the earth left in this world, as if you are the only one left in the sky.

  En Sabah Nur finally removed the pale mask that was like a shackle in the depths of his heart until the last moment.

   And James Howlett, doesn't want to be him.

"Hehe. You won't suffer. My scientific team and various hardware configurations 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."

   Got up and shook hands with the old Stark for the last time, James' eyes changed, and he asked casually with a homely smile:

   "How old is your son Tony?"

  Howard didn't expect that the two people he met on this day would both care about his troubled son. Dr. Lawson, on the other hand, was 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 years old, 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 stuttered a few words, but seeing James nodding and chuckling understandingly, he felt a lot more relaxed in his hands and feet.

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

  Old Stark seemed to understand why the Rogers never looked too solemn when they mentioned this gentleman, as if he was the most dependable elder in the family.

   "Hey, I also have a daughter, and I have always been very close, but she likes to cause trouble, worry, very worrying"

  The two finally opened the conversation box 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:

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

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

   "Mr. Stark, I think they have both. 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 so impressive that they turned back and forth.

"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 said softly and smiled meaningfully, appreciating the unique beauty of this young lady generously, his eyes gradually filled with a blood-red light, and a head of black hair moved slowly and suddenly jumped into the air.

The zenith of the top lobby of the Empire State Building suddenly unscrewed a huge hollow door. The fierce energy and life energy surging around James when he soared 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 go 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 suburbs in 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 weird 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.

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

  The young man's bare 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.

   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, without leaving a drop of sweat from the beginning to the end.

  "Scott! Let's go, hurry up, put on your clothes, you will have plenty of time for training 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 urged him in 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 embedded in them. Compared with ordinary sunglasses, they looked more like some kind of sports goggles, which tightly covered the space gap around the eye sockets.

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 executive in the "Whip of Order" called by the extraordinary field, is no longer the brat he used to be.

   Now that I have changed to a new department, instead of becoming more relaxed, I am even more busy and 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 college.

"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 going to go on a long journey to study in college.

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

  (end of this chapter)