Chapter 88 James II

  Inside a three-story townhouse in Queens, New York.

  Emma picked up a bottle of over-the-counter cough medicine, numbly threw it into the trash can, and there were many packaging boxes and reagent bottles of various medicines in it.

  She picked up the blanket and gently covered her mother, smoothed out her matted and dull blonde hair, bit her lips tightly, and wiped the saliva that was dripping from the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand.

   Puff,

  There was the sound of closing the door and the sound of leather shoes knocking on the floor downstairs. Emma tidied up the house in a panic to make her mother's room look less messy.

  Mr. Winston Frost walked upstairs and looked at Emma who hurriedly closed the door and came out, with a gloomy and terrifying expression.

   "Mother is not feeling well, she has already fallen asleep."

  Facing her father's cold gaze, Emma said in a soft but firm voice. She was standing in front of the door, with her hands folded in front of her body, showing no intention of moving away.

"snort."

  Mr. Frost didn't insist anymore, but instead said in a cold voice, "Whose car was it that brought you back that day?"

  Emma was stunned for a moment. She remembered that when she came back from James Howlett's house, the butler arranged for a driver to send her off. She simply returned to her father.

   "I went to visit a classmate's house, and the driver sent it back."

   "What kind of driver is needed for such an ordinary car, don't forget Emma I told you, don't waste time on inappropriate people."

  Mr. Winston Frost's words were still so emotionless and cold, but what really chilled Emma was the fact that this man's heart was what he said.

  He paused, and his tone softened slightly: "Master has many students from extraordinary families. You have always been excellent. I think it is not difficult to meet a good boy."

   "You should at least be patient, I haven't even gone to college yet."

  Emma replied sarcastically, the idea in her father's mind has been clear for a long time.

  Mr. Frost waved his hands impatiently: "Your mother has known me since you were about your age, university—"

   "That's why she has become like this now? Relying on drug abuse to anesthetize herself!"

"you!"

  Winston Frost's throat and eyes seemed to be stuffed with an egg, and his neck was thickened out of breath. Emma was almost at the same height as him, with a tall and straight figure, looking at herself with firm eyes.

   Before her father continued to have seizures, Emma ran upstairs and returned to her room, thinking about it in a bored way.

  Her father only knew how to make his business better and bigger, and he wanted to marry her into a powerful noble family.

  In the early years, due to illness and family changes, my mother abused various psychotropic drugs all day long and became a hermit, almost indifferent to everything.

  She hammered the pillow vigorously. Her confident and noble face at school was really a deep irony to such a life.

  Emma inexplicably thought of that figure, the man who made her feel safe and mysterious for the first time, what was he doing, and what would his world be like.

  The headquarters of Howlett Group in New York, which is the Empire State Building located on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, is owned by the Howlett Group from the 66th floor upwards, and the entire Empire State Building was also prepared by James in the late 1920s.

  Now the Empire State Building is already one of the landmark symbols of New York and even the United States. Howlett is a name that is familiar to the ears of Western power and wealth executives but is rarely touched.

Jay Gatsby, Brian Foss, the son of the old housekeeper Casper, Wallace Wedell, the Weddell family's new addition to the management of the group, and many senior executives who have never even met James, are tense. Awaiting the arrival of a new ruler.

   "Mr. Bruce intends to hand over the family group to this son in his twenties?"

The deputy director of the Department of Energy approached Wallace Wedell in a low voice. He had the honor of meeting Mr. Bruce Howlett a few years ago. To be honest, he didn't look like a seventy-year-old man at all, especially when he was walking. Enthusiasm, much more agile than him.

  Wedel glanced at the old guy. People in the Ministry of Energy are generally "lazy".

  Their most important job is to ensure the safety and smoothness of the mining project, and then they are purely making money from the land, and they don't even need to take care of mineral exploration.

"This Howlett's name is James? James II? The Howlett family is really weird enough. Each generation is single-passed, and they are all cultivated in secret. However, the group is today, and the safety and confidentiality of the heirs are indeed very important. .”

   Jay Gatsby grinned. After turning fifty, he was much more restrained and wiser than before. He shook his head and thought, some people in the group think too much.

  Brian Foss had already arrived downstairs to wait for James. He followed the young master one step behind, like the butler of the old Foss's family.

  James is wearing a black suit with a rare new style. The vest and silk scarves are complete, and the brand is completely invisible.

  His daily dressing items are handmade by specialized craftsmen and tailors. Such top craftsmen will only serve two or three fixed families in their lifetime.

The highest-level office of the Empire State Building, which is more than ten meters high, is covered with dark gold. The five-meter-high pure copper door is slowly pushed open by the waiter. Glancing at the crowd, he came to the top and sat down.

  The back is completely floor-to-ceiling, and outside the single-sided transparent glass window, the most expensive land and space in the world are all under your feet.

  A dozen senior executives of the group took their seats, and Mr. Wallace Wedell, the one on the right, introduced everyone present to James one by one.

  James looked at the familiar faces or names. Although he knew them well, it was still interesting to know them again in a different position.

In the grand conference room of several thousand square meters, only Gatsby and Wallace on the long table knew James' mood at the moment, and they brought it in unconsciously. If he changed his identity every few decades like this, it would be what a feeling.

"My grandfather, my father and even my great-grandfather, Mr. William Howlett, were men of great wisdom and foresight. One of them came across the sea from England, the other came to America from Canada, and my father Bruce Howlett radiates the power of the family to the whole world."

   "As a successor, it's helpless. It seems that there is not much for me to do. I am relieved to have you continue to manage the group."

As soon as James finished speaking, everyone in the room seemed to have relieved their burdens. What he was most afraid of was that the young master would make great achievements after taking the stage. However, the way this James II acted was a bit uninhibited. .

   "Except that the Howlett Advanced Technology Research Institute will once again increase its budget and authority, there have been no major changes in other aspects. The military industry may not be as idle as imagined in the past few years."

He glanced at Jay Gatsby, who was second on the left, and the latter nodded understandingly. Since Prime Minister Churchill's "Iron Curtain" speech, Truman and Stalin have already started preparing for an arms race. The world of war has not calmed down.

"All the development behind the group must make concessions to new technologies and scientific research. The Howlett family has been able to stand tall since we were the first to complete the manufacture and use of internal combustion engines. How is the merger and acquisition of Stark Industries going? gone."

  Gatsby and Wallace Fosse looked at each other and shook their heads.

   "Master, Howard Stark didn't give us any chance to negotiate. He even pretended to play tricks a few times. This is my incompetence."

   "Let him go, but the anti-gravity technology that Howard developed in the past two years must be obtained. You go down and find a way to give you the greatest authority."

  Jay Gatsby is not optimistic about this technology. The gimmick is far greater than the reality. He doesn't understand why Mr. Howlett values ​​it so much, but it is his consistent attitude to obey and do things.

  After all, Gatsby found that there were almost no other people in the world who needed someone to make him obedient after reaching this position.

  Ms. Claire Wayan didn't like this man who called himself the Black Emperor very much, but he did hit a very blank field in the current Soviet Union.

  Faced with the threat of American super soldiers and atomic bombs, the Soviet Union must have the power to deal with them.

In the Kremlin, there is a sentry post at five steps and one post at ten steps, and the icy cold environment in Moscow adds a bit of solemnity. Sebastian Shaw looked at the political center of the Soviet Union with a completely different atmosphere, and was quite interested in making a deal with Berlin. compare.

   "Comrade Rudolf Ivanovich Abel is a legendary intelligence worker. He will review the capabilities and techniques you mentioned. I hope Mr. Xiao will not be too loose."

  Xiao gave a non-standard military salute in a funny way, and nodded with a smile. He found that the two countries are still very similar in terms of rigidity and seriousness.

  Soviet Intelligence Office.

   "Sebastian Xiao, you have a nickname called Black Emperor, isn't it derived from chess?"

   "Yes, Comrade Abel."

Sitting in front of this somewhat bald, kind-looking legendary agent with round eyes, Xiao said cordially that his Russian language has improved a lot. After all, his real lifespan is almost seventy years old, and he also dabbled in it when he was young. the language.

   Rudolf Abel shook his head, looked at the document in his hand and said: "You don't have to call me comrade, we don't have this relationship with each other, chess is very popular in the Soviet Union."

  Abel's glasses flickered, and he suddenly smiled. He looked at Xiao and spoke German with a standard Berlin accent.

   "Doctor Klaus Schmidt, I wonder why you came to Moscow?"

  Xiao was stunned, shrugged his shoulders, and replied in German: "Bring strength to your country."

   "Like you did in Auschwitz?"

  Xiao didn't care at all, he nodded with a smile, and asked, "Then, has your intelligence work figured out the truth about the fall of Auschwitz?"

   "Of course, many prisoners of war there are our soldiers."

   "Very well, those two people are closely related to the American World War II hero, Steve Rogers. At least I have fought against one of them called the Red Devil. I don't know if you know anything about it."

  Shaw did throw out a useful piece of intelligence information. Although the United States has only one super soldier, Captain America, on the surface, it already shows that they are at the forefront in the field of supernatural power, and the research of the Soviet Union has not yet produced any tangible results.

   "Have you fought against him?"

  Abel asked with some doubts. There is no information about his personal supernatural powers in the intelligence information of Xiao or Dr. Klaus Schmidt.

  Xiao looked around, and put his right hand on the coal-burning stove, which is usually used for heating houses and boiling water for coffee.

  Ms. Abel and Ms. Claire Wayan subconsciously got up and tried to stop them, but they couldn't help but look serious when they saw Xiao smiling calmly. Xiao's hands trembled vaguely, and there was no other reaction.

  Boom!

  Xiao's left hand burst into flames, and he is now more comfortable in transforming the nature of energy, and the fire became more and more intense, and even burned the curtains on the side.

   "Okay, Mr. Sebastian Xiao, after the fall of Germany, most scientists or researchers were abducted by the Americans. The Soviet Union also welcomes such talents. I hope you can contribute to our cause."

  Xiao withdrew the flame, continued to look at Abel quietly, and listened to the other party's final words.

   "I will introduce you to Comrade Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin."

  Sebastian Xiao nodded, and finally smiled brightly.

   I dealt with the broken chapters, so I don't have such a strong sense of suspense.

  Horrible, to be honest, rookies are prone to make mistakes, I thought it was good to leave suspense like this

  Opened a profile post, everyone can design some mutant profiles, including name, gender, appearance, ability introduction, etc. If you are interested in writing about his personal background, welcome ━(*｀*)ノ亻!

   But it’s better to be those who are not very capable. After all, they are all cannon fodder and tricks. They are all Omega and Alpha. In addition to looking at the rise and rise of knowledge, it is really useless to talk about it.

   Well. Everyone understands this chapter today, so we can write about mutants with a Soviet background. Of course, we will face the continuous need for mutants.

   Just sauce, love everyone!

  

  (end of this chapter)