Chapter 231 Lying couch

   "Tell me carefully."

  James squeezed the space between his brows. He tried to open up his solid "spiritual fortress" a little more. After relaxing, he gradually "saw" Professor Charles Xavier wearing a college-style sweater in his eyes.

   "Sir, have you mastered a certain amount of spiritual power?"

  On the roof of the old house and castle, James fiddled with a clump of green grass protruding from the bluestone guardrail, and the image of Professor Charles he saw in front of him was equivalent to a hallucination in some kind of spiritual consciousness.

  Charles has grown a beard in the past few years. He looks like a scholar in his forties, and his blue eyes are still so bright. Although it is not as chic as the long hair fluttering back then, it is full of maturity at this age.

   "Not really, it's just that the spiritual realm is no longer a barrier like it used to be, and I can open a 'small door' under control. Let's continue talking about this visitor from outside."

  James and Mr. Professor "both" lowered their bodies, leaned their elbows on the stone stack, and looked at the beautiful scenery of the sunrise on the valley and plain in the distance, chatting like a chat.

  "The monitoring system of the satellite in extraterrestrial orbit detected an unknown flying object breaking into the earth from the outer atmosphere, and the coordinates landed on the outskirts of Kansas, Missouri. It just so happened that at that point, a strange missing child case occurred last night"

  James listened silently, and when he looked downstairs, he could just see a blond boy with huge wings on his back wandering on the lawn outside the old house.

  Warren is quite relaxed and leisurely like going out in the countryside, and is full of interest in everything in the old house and castle.

".'Igo' is a name that was found from the memory of some playground workers or restaurant waiters they had contacted many years ago after checking a large number of eyewitness clues. Through the perspective of these short-term memories, I see Ms. Meredith and this man who just appeared out of thin air are really in love."

".It is basically confirmed that the child named Peter Quill is no longer on the earth. Of course, the possibility of being killed and mutilated cannot be ruled out. There are also many doubts about Meredith Quill's brain cancer. The family's scientific team is re- Autopsy her body."

   After a while, James blinked after hearing all the ins and outs, and smiled half-jokingly:

   "It sounds like a story about a father finding his son, and it can even incorporate some **** plots of "Romeo and Juliet"."

  The mental illusion projected by Charles pursed his lips and smiled along with the body of the brain wave amplification room thousands of miles away. He rubbed the top of his clean skull and added it with some interest.

"A noble prince or a nobleman from an alien planet fell in love with a person on Earth, but he had to leave her to return to his own destiny. After a few years, his lover passed away, so he took his flesh and blood with him. Mr. Hehehe, if We and aliens are such 'third-type contact' events, so there is no need to be so nervous."

   "Hahahaha, then... try another horror movie script?"

  James grinned, and the spring breeze blew his hair, and a pair of eagle-like eyes suddenly became condensed.

".The woman may have discovered something, or the alien had a reason to let her die. If Ms. Quill's death was really related to Egg, then the child's disappearance was probably eliminated directly. It would be even weirder if it was taken away by looting."

   "Continue to dig deep, work **** you, and screen all the footprints of this extraterrestrial visitor on Earth! Use as many fragments as possible to try to piece together Egg's experience on Earth."

  James Howlett looked at Professor Charles seriously, with silence in his dark eyes, and said coldly:

   "Charles, after all, we are just a group of aborigines blocked on an isolated island. Some people come and go as they want. Think about the aborigines on this continent more than two hundred years ago."

  Professor put away his relaxed smile. Of course he understands that even though this incident is a purely poignant interstellar love story, the meaning of it... makes people dare not delve into it.

  It seems that a person always feels that his house is very safe, but he will never realize that in the dead of night, there is a stranger standing in front of the sleeping bed silently staring at you.

  He may live with you in a corner you can’t see, and he may walk into your home without hindrance every night, and even the relatives and friends you always thought of were replaced by another unknown “thing” early on.

   Poof!

   After a while, Professor Charles bowed slightly to James, and after withdrawing his mind projection, his grandson Kurt jumped out of a cloud of blue-black smoke and came to his side.

  Kote looked at his grandfather looking into the distance alone, as if he had something on his mind.

   "Hey, grandpa, I brought Warren, see you?"

   James turned around and smiled, slightly disappointed Kurt and said:

   "Let him go to train and live with the reserve members of the wolf pack. Everything follows the rules of the wolf pack. Whether he wants to stay and how long he stays is up to him, and he is free to come and go."

   "Then you don't teach him yourself?"

  Master Kurt is very fond of this college roommate and best friend he has known since childhood. He hopes that James can give Warren a little something in his words, and even imagines that as long as his grandfather gets out, he can immediately transform him.

   Probe messed up his grandson's hair, James still had reservations about Kurt's "avant-garde" hairstyle with thick long bangs, he smiled, put his arms around the little blue devil's shoulders and walked downstairs.

"Occasionally, I would give some lectures to these children who are practicing exercises or teach two hands alone. Warren will not have any special treatment. He is a tough guy in his heart, but it is not something that he realizes. Others given."

   "I can't handle it."

  Kot nodded half-understood, looked at his grandpa thinking about something in his eyes, and was a little curious in his heart. Before he could ask, James murmured to himself:

   "Alien. Alien hopes that Hank's research can make a big breakthrough."

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  Burger, fried chicken, pizza, steak, Chinese food in Chinatown

  Howard Stark pushed the door in very naturally, but was stunned in place like a lightning strike, with his eyes wide open and the beard on his lips shrugged, he couldn't help but exclaimed:

   "Jesus Dr. Lawson, you ate all of this?"

  Old Stark had never seen a face that suddenly flashed like a red light, and was extremely red.

Wendy Lawson threw down the chopsticks in a panic, chewing non-stop with her bulging cheeks, hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe the sauce from the corner of her mouth, and all kinds of leftover food packages were scattered on the huge desk bags, and even an unopened box of cheese desserts.

  The always elegant and intellectual Dr. Lawson covered his mouth shyly, squeaking like beans in his mouth, and frantically pressed the lunch boxes of various foods into the trash can with his hands.

She stomped heavily on the short-heeled leather shoes in her gray trousers. Wendy Lawson seemed to have finally come to her senses. She threw away the rectangular paper box with a bit of fried noodles left, and looked at Howard viciously. Stark said anxiously with eyebrows and vertical eyes:

   "Stark! Who let you in! Why didn't you knock!"

   "Ooooh! Huh, sorry Dr. Lawson. I'm so sorry! I, uh."

  He was standing in a daze at the door of the office, at a loss, when he heard Wendy Lawson's stern shout, he suddenly became agitated, and tremblingly stroked the hem of his suit in apology.

  Having been working and researching with Dr. Lawson for three or four years, Howard has never discovered that this intelligent and elegant lady has such a tigress appearance.

   "What's the matter!"

  Lawson put his left hand on his hips, straightened his hair with his right hand, and glared at Stark again, his warm cheeks were still flushed, but not as bright as before.

   "Yes, the test of converting the trapped microwaves into propulsion was successful. Your dark energy drive model is very successful, Dr. Lawson. We have taken another big step towards the actual engine test!"

  Lawson's face turned pale, the blush on his face gradually faded, and he nodded slowly with his arms folded.

   "I'll go to the lab to have a look in a while, thanks to Dr. McCoy and the team he brought. Well, I am. I'm too tired from doing research recently, and I have a better appetite."

   She finally talked, her voice became smaller and smaller, she looked down at the toe of her shoe and stopped talking. On the contrary, Mr. Stark hurriedly approached and said with a hearty smile:

   "Of course, of course! I've read a piece of biological research. The organ that consumes the most energy in humans is actually our brain. In a state like you that does a lot of research and calculations every day, the energy that needs to be supplemented is naturally huge!"

   Wendy Lawson nodded in satisfaction, affirmed Mr. Stark's words approvingly, put on a research suit and followed him to the core laboratory of the "Pegasus Project".

  “. Seriously, Wendy, just now you looked like you would never eat those again, whoops! I’m sorry”

  As the airtight door of the laboratory slowly opened, "The Beast" Hank McCoy vaguely heard the old Stark's joking words, as well as Dr. Lawson's reproach.

  But the bright yellow vertical pupils are still staring at the operation of the test model for a moment, and the marker pen held by the animal claws draws a series of formulas on the whiteboard from time to time.

  "That is, ten years ago, an inventor in the United States, err, Robert Cook, he applied for a patent for an engine, which is said to convert centrifugal force into linear motion."

  Mr. Stark, who walked to Hank, said with high spirits:

".At the very beginning of engine development, we proposed the direction of electromagnetic drive, through which the trapped microwaves could be converted into thrust. However, neither of these two concepts were successfully proved, because they violated the law of conservation of momentum until the discovery of The material state dark energy extracted from the Rubik's Cube!"

Hank raised his head and greeted the two. He first tried the engine of a supersonic fighter when he was in the equipment research and development department of the CIA. Whether it is an ordinary civilian aircraft or a space rocket, they all rely on the combustion propulsion of stored energy. to fly in the air.

  For example, more than 70% of the weight of rockets sent to Mars and probes is liquid hydrogen fuel. Modern propellant tanks are too large for interstellar flight, and the "light speed engine" perfectly solves this problem through particle accelerators.

   To put it simply, the working principle of the engine is to use the law that mass changes at the speed of light. For example, the particle accelerator on the Large Hadron Collider in Europe uses the electromagnet recycled around the engine to emit tiny particles at high speed.

   According to the original design guess, the "light speed engine" is of course impossible to reach the speed of light, but its theoretical limit is that it can generate thrust up to 99% of the speed of light.

  However, although this idea will not destroy Einstein's theory of relativity, it violates Newton's law of motion and the laws of physics.

Howard Stark initially calculated that the engine must be 200 meters long and 12 meters wide to work, and it needs to generate 165 megawatts of energy to generate a newton of thrust, which is equivalent to using an entire power station to produce force, to propel a kilogram of mass per second squared.

The energy substances that human beings can contact and guess in the current era do not have such a power possibility. It was not until Stark studied the captured Hydra energy module and Dr. Lawson's unique engine design that he finally touched this building to physics. Boundary, even the "magic" super engine into reality.

"Mr. Stark, the test flight will be ready in a few months. The candidate test pilot you provided is really talented. I originally wanted to find a mutant pilot with special nerve reflex conditions in the group team to do the test. "

   Hank said in a muffled voice like a beast roaring. He looked at Dr. Lawson in a daze. She didn't seem to be looking forward to the actual test flight that was about to start.

"Carol Danvers is the test pilot discovered and finalized by Dr. Lawson. Originally, her performance on the F-16 supersonic fighter was extremely good. I didn't expect your group's flying shuttle to stimulate the potential of Lieutenant Danforth. "

  Mr. Stark explained to Dr. Lawson with a wink that he also found that something was wrong with this lady. These days the experiment is getting smoother, but she is getting more and more worried.

Hank admired Mr. Stark very much when he first joined the research work when he was young. During this period of time, he had the opportunity to cooperate and the two got along very well. He scratched the indigo mane on his chin and grinned casually. road:

   "It is only due to the special material of the vibrating metal and the super strength of the Rubik's Cube that the speed of tens of Machs can be reached. The supersonic aircraft used by the Howlett Group and the "Whip of Order" do not have particularly outstanding engine technology."

   "As for the speed of light. That's more than 880,000 times the speed of sound."

"Hey! Of course, we can't do that. Although the theoretical limit is 99% of the speed of light. Hehe, it's not bad if the practical limit is 23%. Speaking of interstellar coefficients of hundreds or even tens of millions To sail beyond light years, we still have to consider the problem of curvature engines, Dr. Lawson, cough cough, Wendy?"

  Mr. Stark and Hank chatted for a while, and finally reminded Wendy Lawson that he was still not serious, while secretly slandering whether this lady ate too much.

   "The curvature engine can be much simpler than this!"

  Dr. Lawson came back to his senses suddenly, and said something out of nowhere.

   Post a chapter as soon as you finish it. Try to update at least one chapter in these two days. Panpan knows that this episode is relatively light, so he pushed it over quickly.

  

  

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