Chapter 247 The Reluctant Reed Richards

The blowing frost and snow are accompanied by strange whimpering sounds, just like the white flowers and salt grains raised high when the inland salt field is drying the salt, splashed and intertwined into tulle, scattered on the snow field and accumulated a little thicker .

  On the barren and inhabited permafrost plain of Greenland, the soldiers of the Sirius Legion who had withdrawn from the dimension of **** walked into the entrance of the wolf's nest base in an orderly manner.

In addition to the black and red blood sprinkled on everyone's armor and combat uniforms, and some wicked souvenirs with a few devil's claws or horns, it is hard to imagine that this team has just emerged from the unspeakable "hell world" Played a victory and returned.

   ".Brother, you are welcome, it's a trivial matter! By the way, if you don't talk to the Supreme Mage, if those aliens really come to fight again, we can also contribute our strength."

James smiled and patted Mage Li on the shoulder. Decades have passed, and the mage apprentice who was not very talented in magic is now a middle-aged man, and he has finally become a mature Kama Taj occultist. mage.

   "Hehehe, as mystics, you have your own perseverance. If the foreign enemy really hits you, I believe Kama Taj will naturally not stand by, but... this war does not belong to you."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and James watched the several mystics pass through the Starfire Portal and return to the Holy of Holies in New York. The tundra field standing above the wolf's lair was blowing a white-haired wind, which also dissipated the heat from the border of hell. And a strong sulfur smell.

"Hurry up and treat the injured soldiers. Through these several times of dimensional training, we have a good idea of ​​the combat power of the legion, but the war that is coming soon cannot maintain such a low casualty rate. Today is the last large-scale actual combat drill. , and the subsequent arrangements will mainly focus on repairing and preparing for war."

   Eric Lanshere was walking and discussing with his father on the ice field. He was extremely satisfied and proud of the legionnaires he trained first-hand in the early days.

  With the help of the mystics, the Sirius Legion traveled through space dimensions many times, and fought against monsters and demons in foreign worlds, or evil races.

  Whether it is the hundreds of winter wolf warriors awakened from "Winter of the Wolf" or the young elite mutants who have just graduated from the academy, they have finally gone through large-scale extraordinary battles and grown into a powerful army qualified to cross the star sea.

"It's a pity that we don't have real experience in interstellar warfare and space warfare. Although you ordered the top ace pilots from all over the world to be recruited, and mutants with suitable abilities are called together for selection and training, Steve doesn't know much about air combat. "

". Those researchers and military staff can only rely on the rules and experience of space warfare collected in the memory of a few Cree people to conduct simulation research. The powerful star fleet and technological weapons of the Cree Empire are the biggest challenges we have to face. problem."

   Eric held the dark red helmet in one hand, and said in a deep voice, half behind James. The perspective of combat has also been raised from the battle between individual extraordinary combat forces to the level of legion warfare.

   “The later this war starts, the better things will be in our favor.”

  James stopped and stood on a sloping field in the snow field, staring at the distant Arctic Ocean, the look in his eyes became sharper.

". It takes time for the Kree people to absorb technology and manufacture space battleships. Zola and Hank have worked very hard in the past five years. Humans have adopted a special memory masking ability, and Charles can get more important information, and even find the coordinates of the Kree home planet."

   Turned around and patted Eric on the shoulder, James' eyes suddenly relaxed, and finally said softly:

   "But in this universe, after all, the more powerful life essence is the 'king'. Although the overall quality of the Cree people is not bad, the almost blocked evolutionary path has always been the shackles for them to become the strongest."

".Compared to what we were worried about, the Kerry Empire had to find a way to bridge the gap in top combat power. Otherwise, they should have dispatched a fleet to attack immediately after their failure five years ago. Alright, let's go back first." Wolves' nest, let's send the kids to school tomorrow."

   Heck, a small bag of ruby-like, clear-colored blood fell on the chest of Remus Peter II.

   Lying in the medical cabin with his eyes closed and meditating, little Remus was cut deep from the abdomen, extending to the side ribs, and the bones could be seen deep. The left arm seems to have just been attached, and it is still soaked in the light green regeneration fluid that speeds up healing.

   "What are you looking at, my young master has been 'full of energy and blood' recently! You can use it as waste."

  Little Remus still had the wild hair of a lion's mane, but was already a strong young man with a strong face. He glanced at his "old enemy" Warren, picked up the small bag of blood that was only 100cc at most, and sarcastically said:

   "Tch! Pigeon, you take a good look at my physique, how can such a small amount be enough! Here, there is a knife, put another two catties."

"Archangel" Warren rolled his eyes and ignored Remus. He shook a pair of silver-gray "steel wings" and made a loud noise. Finally, he raised his middle fingers and made a few gestures before striding out of the medical area of ​​the base. .

  Master Warren is used to people who are close to him always being venomous. Whether it is Kurt's "Little Hen" or Remus' "Pigeon", in short, no one calls him by his nickname seriously.

He shook the blood bag in his hand, thinking that if he relied on the regeneration fluid, he would lie here for at least three days. Little Remus laughed a few times, and his mighty appearance with wide nose and ring eyes gave off a bit of gentleness. means.

  Put the blood bag into the injection tank of the medical cabin, and Warren's blood was quickly injected into his body along the vein.

   A tingling sensation as if ants crawling and scratching came from the cracks in the bones, especially the left arm that was severed by the high-ranking bull-headed demon, and the wound where the abdomen was almost completely opened.

After a few minutes, the tingling sensation that flooded in gradually receded, and little Remus jumped up, moving his left arm freely to check the wound, only a thin pink line remained, all the injuries They were all restored!

"Archangel" Warren Worthington III, after the breakthrough of the killing technique to the second level to stimulate the second awakening of the mutant gene, in addition to his own self-healing ability second only to the regeneration of severed limbs, his blood also has extremely Strong healing effect.

  After injected into the human body, it can quickly heal various injuries, even most diseases and poisoning states.

   "These years have changed a lot."

"grandfather!"

  Little Remus who had just recovered looked up at the door. Grandpa Remus I, who looked only about forty years old, smiled and nodded.

As the leader of the pack of wolves from the beginning of this century, the freezer of the first generation of Wolf Winter, the old Remus Pete who followed James Howlett and stepped on Wakanda, only saw the grown-up man after he was thawed. Adults, even the grandsons of winter wolves.

   Looking kindly at his little grandson, who was half a head taller than himself, and looking around at many legionnaires who were still sleeping in the medical cabin, the grandparent and grandson walked out of the treatment room before chatting.

   "That was your little brother just now?"

  Little Remus frowned, as if he couldn't tell if he and Warren were good brothers.

   "I don't know, but he fights the most and is the most ruthless!"

"Hehehe, that's the best brother. After waking up, the change is really big. Before I entered the 'Winter of the Wolf', I was still in the top five in the family. Now oh, these little guys One is more powerful than the other, and they have various abilities."

  While walking, the two of them slowly chatted about the battle in the "Boundary of Hell", wandering around in the Wolf's Lair Base, which was already as grand as an underground city.

  Passing through the central square of the leisure area of ​​the base, loud and lively laughter and ridicule can be heard, and from time to time there are a few young boys fighting with each other. Such an environment and atmosphere belong to the pure life of soldiers.

  On a row of benches slightly off the square, Jean Gray was wearing casual sportswear and holding a high-level analysis book about evolution, sitting there staring at the pages in a daze, not knowing where her mind wandered.

   "Huh? Where are Miss Laura and Miss Sharon?"

  Scott rushed over with two cups of the base's unique "Heart Grass Leaf" iced drink, and asked loudly, pretending to be strange.

   Qin, who came back from a trance, straightened the hair on her sideburns, sat upright and looked around, feeling a little strange.

   "Just now, Kurt said that he had something to do with the two of them, and he took them to nowhere, why hasn't he come back yet?"

   "Oh! Keke, don't care about them, you try this, you have been waiting in line for half a day, the daily supply is limited."

   "Cyclops" responded with a slightly exaggerated sentence, and hurriedly handed over the metal cup the size of a coffee cup in his hand. The lavender liquid inside was as bright as ice cream, and a dark green leaf the size of a fingernail was floating on it.

   "'Heart Grass Leaf', thank you Scott, this is very difficult to buy. I heard that the demand for heart-shaped grass in the base is particularly tight recently. It may be that it has been made into a medicinal serum for preparations."

  Qin took a small sip gracefully, the sweet and mellow fragrance tasted with a crisp and numb touch, rushed to the top of the head like an electric shock, and the whole person felt refreshed.

  This kind of drink made from the vine leaves of "heart-shaped grass" is in short supply at the wolf's nest base, and even the number of cups per day is not fixed. In addition to the very special taste and taste, it also has an obvious refreshing effect.

   Over the past few decades, the heart-shaped grass grown by the vibration of the original stone mountain has been continuously developed by the scientific team of the Howlett family, and has derived generations of serums and medicines.

   And this kind of vine grass leaves that don't have much practical effect and are relatively large in number have gradually been excavated into raw materials for some special drinks.

  "Cyclops" smiled in satisfaction, his eyes were narrowed into a slit under the special red sunglasses, he swallowed a couple of mouthfuls, and forgot to savor the taste carefully, leaving only the feeling of ice numbness in his mouth.

"Well, I have an idea recently! After fighting the Kree aliens with Mr. Howlett, so that our world is no longer threatened, hey, I should have saved enough wolf gold, and I will change it at that time Spaceships that can jump in space, and then truly travel in the star sea.”

Qin blinked her eyes, watching Scott Summers talk about her ideals with reddish cheeks, and wondered if she didn't hear the vague invitation in the boy's words, and soon lost her mind, her thoughts Fly far away, far away

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   New York, Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, Empire State Building.

  On the west side of the building, outside the elevator area exclusively for the Howlett Group and corresponding visitors, a tall, thin man who should be under 30 years old, but dressed in particularly old-fashioned clothes hesitated for a long time, lingering and refusing to walk to the elevator room.

   "Stop dawdling! I asked you to find Stark Industries but refused. Isn't old Stark's son a classmate with you?"

  Reed Richards was pushed by a bald man, coughed lightly and straightened his old-fashioned striped bow tie. The suit with wide waist and wide legs seemed to be a popular style more than ten years ago.

   "Ben, you should know that Tony is not involved in the business of his company, and he was only seventeen years old when he was at MIT. We are a little older, and we didn't really get along much"

  Reed's best friend, Ben Grimm, is an outstanding astronaut with the youngest NASA assessment success record.

  Although he grew up in a slum in New York, Ben, who endured hardships and endured hardships, did not dream of genetic mutations like many of his peers, so he entered college with a football scholarship.

   But until now, Ben is still regretting that he quit his decent and stable job, and ran here to play a gamble with Reed like a fever.

"You are also a genius with a dozen prestigious universities and doctorates in various fields. You can't rush to get you. You should join the Howlett Group as soon as possible. Now it's time to 'take off your pants' and make another mistake." There's a chastity problem."

  Ben’s street accent is the same as his rough voice, and Reed Richards picks his nose and blushes, and eagerly retorts:

   "As long as you minor in biology, you will know that the evolution of the whole people and the age of mutants are all lies! But the global biogenetics community either keeps silent, or speaks shameless nonsense in reverse."

  Seeing his friend talking more and more excited, Ben touched his bald head twice and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

".To fool the world, to monopolize resources and technology, to manipulate the regime. The name Howlett is the biggest and biggest dictator in this century! If the Osborne Group can give me a higher budget, huh! I will definitely not come here!"

  Reed was holding a cowhide briefcase sullenly, standing in the lobby on the first floor with his mouth puckered, still the same angry youth in college.

"Okay, Osborne, so why is the budget short? There is no better choice for the configuration and capital investment you want than the Howlett Group. What you just said is nothing, so look at it What am I doing!"

   Ben Niu stared, and continued to teach like an old father:

"...Don't use the pedant's so-called pursuit of truth in society. The operation and survival of the human world is not a mathematical formula in black and white. The Howlett family is quite low-key. The world has become more peaceful and stable over the years. Here! Clean up Good hair, open your mouth a little bit."

   "Don't be reluctant, maybe after hearing about your project, that gentleman can see you in person!"

  (end of this chapter)