Chapter 85 The Power of "Not Bad"

  The capital of the island country, Tokyo, has long been dilapidated. After the Pacific War began, the U.S. military bombed the mainland of the island country many times. Many important cities suffered several rounds of air strikes. Tokyo has long lost its former prosperity.

  The atomic weapons finally chose Hiroshima and Nagasaki after many considerations and calculations.

  Hiroshima was an army city at that time. It was the headquarters of the Second Army of the Home Defense Force of the island country, and it was also the gathering place for the main strategic materials of the island country. Nagasaki had the most important shipbuilding base of the island country.

  At that time, Kyoto, Niigata, and Kokura were also on the list. The final choice of Nagasaki was also temporarily decided among many alternative cities based on the weather conditions at the time.

  As early as the smashed capital, Tokyo, has a huge area, but it lacks important industrial and military layouts, and it is not conducive to making statistics on the lethality of atomic weapons. Although it is the capital of an island country, it is not in the list of cities hit.

  Chiyoda District is the gathering area of ​​many important institutions and organizations in Tokyo, including the residence of Tianhuang, the Supreme Court, and Jinguo Shrine.

James looked at the photo materials he had already sent someone to collect, and compared it to a Japanese-style shrine-style building. He nodded and put down the metal urn in his hand, and took out a one-meter-high shape that looked like an oversized torpedo from inside. dark tin can.

  Asazuo looked around with his waist up, a little out of breath, teleported from the United States all the way across half the world to East Asia, even now he is not easy, this requires dozens of consecutive extreme distance flashes to do it.

There are no people around here, Tokyo has been bombed many times, and the hustle and bustle of the past has long since disappeared. Most of the nearby residents are hiding in the air-raid shelters. James fiddled with the tin cans to confirm that the settings have been completed, and took a deep breath. Slowly said to Asazo.

   "You go first and wait for me in the open sea."

   Crouching down, Asazo, who was looking at the tin can with some fear, didn't understand for a moment. He looked straight at James to confirm that he was not joking, and howled in a high-pitched voice.

   "Dad, you are right. You want to stay here! You still want to see how fast you can fly!"

"Do not worry."

  James shook his head, "I know what kind of things can pose a threat to me, and I can feel how far it will hurt. This...is very dangerous, but I can't die."

  Azazuo squealed and screamed, trying to get Dad to dispel this crazy idea, and even wanted to take him away forcibly.

   "Go to the sea, it will explode soon, I need to use it for this test, go."

  Asazuo looked at the father with an unusually serious face, nodded slightly, and finally took a deep look at the black iron pot, and teleported away.

  James squeezed his fist, grabbed the black iron can, took off into the air, flew to a height of several hundred meters, and then gently threw it to the high altitude above, and slowly suspended and retreated.

  His eyes were fixed on the atomic weapon that he had already taken advantage of the Manhattan Project to make and keep privately, as if it was his most important enemy in his life.

   "Ho Ha!"

The blood-red energy burst out, and the already long hair was dancing. James clenched his fists and opened his arms. The energy fields in his body collided and converged continuously, releasing the powerful energy of particle fusion, supporting a layer of Thick flaming red energy cover.

  After he entered a new realm, for the first time, he unreservedly released infinite biological energy with the belief of fighting for life.

   The atomic weapon fell in free fall, almost at the same level as James' line of sight.

   A little white light is on.

   This is a piece of light that no human being will ever witness at such a close distance. The sound no longer exists in this blazing world. James lost his vision almost instantly, and he was swallowed by white.

  At the first moment of atomic weapon explosion, it will reach a high temperature of tens of millions of degrees Celsius in an instant, and then spread energy at the speed of light, and the core temperature will drop rapidly to above 5,000 degrees Celsius.

  The power at the moment of the explosion can gasify flesh, earth, stone, and steel, and eliminate them into particles.

After a few short but long life-like minutes, a giant smoke column rose into the sky and expanded rapidly. Its diameter was five kilometers, and the yellow-white smoke column in the center of the smoke cloud rose to a height of nearly 12,000 meters. A crown of mushroom cloud cover piles up at the top.

  The area of ​​nearly ten kilometers centered on Chiyoda District, Tokyo, was razed to the ground, and even complete bricks and rubble could not be seen, and the surrounding ruins and walls that could not be seen around the edge turned into extreme silence.

   But in the core area where even the sand and stones were burnt into glass, a trance-like human figure swayed in the gradually thinning thick smoke.

It was a broken skeleton that barely maintained its shape. The bones were much thicker than normal humans, almost two or three times larger, especially the exaggerated width of the forearm bones, and the color was a bit weird, white jade-like color, blue-gray metal texture .

  The ribs and sternum on the chest and abdomen are covered like armor, and the pieces are like triangular slats. The spine is a magical structure composed of three clusters of spirals, with an indescribable mechanical beauty.

  Even such a skeleton like a mechanical creation has become extremely damaged, and large pieces of eroded and annihilated bones reveal the bright red marrow shining brightly inside.

   After shaking tremblingly for a few seconds, this extremely terrifying and weird skeleton frame was repairing the damaged bones visible to the naked eye.

  Countless tissue cells gathered like raw flesh, steel cord-like ligaments and fascia, densely packed black and blue blood vessels, rubber-like tough internal organs, and not many pink and tender muscles.

   "Ho Ho."

The skeleton turned into a tall, burly, blood-red and terrifying human specimen, standing in the desolate and extinct core area of ​​the explosion, stepping on the ground that had been melted into glass lenses, and moaning mournfully. His vocal cords and facial tissues had recovered, and he could There is a sound.

James Howlett finally regained his vision, his eyeballs recovered, and the last flesh was almost instantly intact, white as jade, so delicate that no pores could be seen, tough and slender black hair proliferated rapidly on his clean head, long Stop at shoulder length.

He stood silently, looking at the world that was still shrouded in the haze of yellow smoke, looked down at his body, raised his arm to release the bone blade, looked at it repeatedly, and put it away, feeling that there were everywhere on his skin. , Acupuncture-like radiating pain.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

  James laughed in a low voice, becoming more and more wild and domineering, shouting wildly in this land where life is extinct.

  Boom! A red light rose up all over his body, covering his naked body, isolating the pervasive nuclear radiation attack, shielding away the radiation residue, bursting the sound barrier several times in a row, and breaking through the air.

   Asazo was on a small Pacific island 100 kilometers away from the island of the island country, and he kept teleporting and pacing anxiously.

  Even at such a long distance, he saw the mushroom cloud column and the dazzling light piercing the sky after the atomic weapon exploded. He was confident in his father's power, but even so, he was still flustered like a headless chicken.

   chi chi chi chi.

  A bright red stream of light came from the sky, and Asazo's heart finally fell back to his stomach. James fell down and stood naked in front of the red devil.

   "Tsk tsk, Dad, you don't have to show off your figure like this, your capital is too exaggerated."

   Asazo turned into black smoke and flickered and disappeared. After more than ten seconds, he turned around and handed James a pair of shorts that are common to fishermen in Southeast Asia.

   "Father, what is your ability, can you hide in another dimension?"

  James put on shorts, smiled and shook his head, "This is my ultimate ability'not bad'."

  The red devil looked puzzled, picked at the mustache he liked to grow recently, stepped aside and sat down on a big rock.

   "To put it simply, I can't die. It's very difficult."

  James passed the "Styx" serum and the infinite pure energy provided by the Rubik's Cube in one fell swoop, and entered the ultimate state of physical practice in one fell swoop, "breaking the void and seeing God is not bad."

  In addition to condensing the birth body energy field in the body, relying on the aggregation of life energy to generate infinite power, the ability to release energy has been increased a hundredfold, and it has also gained insight into the entirety of the brain and spiritual consciousness, and finally "sees God".

   Integrate one's soul, body, spirit, and energy into one body, forming the ultimate ability "not bad" based on Wolverine's strongest self-healing mutant gene.

  James Howlett's spirit, body, soul, etc. are all condensed, regardless of each other, and all attacks and influences on the soul or spiritual consciousness, spiritual level can be immune, and all such injuries are passed on to the body.

  The strength and rapid self-healing of the body allow him to easily withstand such injuries. Similarly, as long as the spirit is not destroyed, even if the last cell of the body is destroyed, it is possible to condense and resurrect from the void.

   Unless the soul, will, and body are annihilated at the same time with great power, can he be completely annihilated.

  The strongest high-temperature energy in the first moment after the nuclear bomb exploded was the result of James relying on his full life energy to release the resistance, and barely blocked that critical moment, otherwise he would not be able to escape being gasified into molecules with his body alone.

  Although his strongest ability has the power of theoretical immortality and physical immortality, James still dare not try it.

   "So Dad, you did this just to try to take more beatings yourself?" Asazo complained a little, and stepped forward to put James on the shoulder.

   "It's more or less a temporary idea, more... It's an inexplicable obsession."

  The 33rd President of the United States, Harry Truman broke his exquisite gold-rimmed glasses in a fit of anger within a few months of taking office.

  His somewhat flat face was flushed and some were bulging, and he roared and questioned Secretary of Defense Marshall.

   "Why is there a third one! Where did the third atomic weapon come from! Who gave the order!"

The Secretary of Defense was wiping the cold sweat from his brow, and the generals of the Army and Air Force behind him all looked at each other in dismay, with solemn expressions, and even several principals of the Manhattan Project, including Dr. Oppenheimer, were silent in this chilling presidential roundhouse keep silent.

  Marshall, he saw that none of the people were going to say anything, gritted his teeth and said.

"Mr. President, apart from the two explosions in the Manhattan Project, as well as the two bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, only the last atomic weapon that was originally planned to be used to strike the island country Kyoto remains, and it is stored in a secret storage base. Li is safe and sound"

  Marshall lowered his head, looked at President Truman with uneasily raised eyebrows, trembling, "I don't know... where did Tokyo's atomic weapons come from?"

  When Truman heard the answer that he had already understood in his heart, he seemed to be exhausted, and he slumped on the armchair, not recovering for a long time.

   "Soviet Union?"

  (end of this chapter)