Chapter 89 Variation Sixth Order

  After finishing the meeting with the group's top management, James changed out of his suit jacket in the car, only wearing a white shirt, and casually unbuttoned the top two buttons.

  He just hung up the greeting call from the Secretary of Commerce of the United States. The driver in front of him, Barney, glanced to the left and said softly, "Sir, this is the home of that Miss Emma."

  The townhouses in Queens are not considered luxury in New York, but they belong to the relatively ordinary petty bourgeoisie in this super city where rich tycoons grab a lot.

The driver slowed down slightly, and James glanced sideways at the car window. Coincidentally, Miss Emma Frost was pushing the door out with some violent movements. Down the stairs outside the house.

  Emma ran to the side of the road, but gradually slowed down and hesitated, not like she was in a hurry to go out at the beginning.

With her right hand lightly holding on to the railing covered with red copper, she was leaning on her body, wearing a red and white lady's checkered dress in the style of Meister's school uniform, with only a shirt on her upper body, and her waist was extremely slender, but in It's a little bit colder this season.

Emma rubbed her arms lightly, then glanced at the window upstairs, the tip of her upturned nose closed deeply, she breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling a bit colder, the skin on her body was tight, but suddenly felt a Warm, a very large suit jacket wrapped around the shoulders.

   "You probably don't have the ability to be physically strong."

  James stood beside Emma, ​​put on the coat he had just changed for her, put it in the pocket, and seemed really curious about Emma's other abilities.

   "Mr. James!"

Emma's first reaction was to turn her back, pressed her apple muscles and cheeks in a panic, and straightened her hair. Then, she folded her hands in front of her body, pinched her jaw with some force, and met his gaze .

   "Seriously, James is good, and it's even weirder to add Mr."

  He pressed his palms, shrugged his shoulders teasingly, and said, "I happened to pass by, and Barney mentioned that I sent you here last time, so I took a second look."

   "Then I am too unlucky to be seen by you in such a mess."

  Emma performed much better than the first time we met. Her voice was a little hoarse, her eyes were still a little wet, and she became more lively.

   "Are you interested in walking around? I happen to be a little curious about the talent at the spiritual level."

  Emma nodded, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, her eyes blinked suddenly, and she walked ahead.

   "I thought you were the same as me, James, I can't see any thoughts or emotions in your head, it never has."

  The two chatted about strange topics, but they seemed more at ease.

  James shook his head with a smile, and tapped his forehead with his fingertips.

   "I can be 'immune' to the attack or control of this kind of psychic power, and I can also perceive some emotions directed at me, especially strong negative ones, but I can't see other people's thoughts like you can."

  Emma turned around lightly, her skirt swung like a round fan, revealing a section of slender white calf, she faced James, and slowly walked backwards.

"I don't know how to describe this feeling. Seeing, hearing, and reading seem to be inaccurate. The information seems to be born in your own mind, as if it is an autonomous association, a silent recitation, rather than through something. spied on."

   "Then memory, in addition to the current thoughts and thoughts, can you "check" the content of a person's memory, eh?"

   Emma's expression darkened, she nodded slightly, pursed her lips and said.

"If you seriously sink your consciousness, it will be like falling into a pool of constantly changing light and shadow images. I haven't tried it a few times, because it will completely empathize with the other person's memory and emotion, yes, it will be very painful. "

   "It seems that you have entered a very unfortunate memory."

  James understood clearly. He watched the girl stepping on the steps by the side of the road, step by step, with her arms outstretched to maintain her balance, and thought for a while.

"If you are interested, you can try to learn my exercise method for the control and use of mutant abilities. In fact, this is also a help to me, because no one with the field of psychic power has practiced it yet, and I don't know how effective it is .”

   "Can I? I do!"

  Emma happily raised her eyebrows, and hurriedly replied, but then realized that she was too anxious, and seemed a little rude, so she pursed her lips in embarrassment.

  The two agreed on a time and chatted casually. Seeing that they walked a little far without knowing it, they walked back with the **** the way they came slowly.

   "This weekend, James, the weekend."

  Emma tiptoed lightly at the door of the house, and finally said goodbye. She took off James' suit jacket over her shoulder, folded it neatly, and put it back in the other party's hand. She jumped up the stairs lightly, waved her hand, and returned to the house.

  The girl leaned her back against the door, put her palms on her chest, and took a quick breath,

   "Emma, ​​you performed well today!"

   She muttered with satisfaction in her heart, then turned around and looked out the window, and James Howlett had disappeared.

   "Sorin can't do it either?"

  The square-faced young man who had some trouble with Bucky once shook his head. He stared carefully at the one-armed figure that was constantly dodging and dodging, and smiled.

   "Even Cole Pitt can't take him down easily, let alone Thorin, a thick-skinned rhino who loves hard training."

  The young man who asked the question looked at his partner beside him in surprise, and said strangely: "Opper, this is not like what you said. Isn't it you who saw Barnes the most in the past?"

  The square-faced young man named Opal shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and continued to stare at Bucky's movements, extraordinarily calm and serious.

   "If you lose, you lose. He can knock me down with one arm. I should seriously reflect on myself. Can hating him make me stronger?"

On the court, Bucky leaned down slightly, the center of gravity of his footsteps was always erratic and irregular, constantly changing positions depending on the ups and downs of his body, the swing of his head and shoulders was extremely agile, and the opponent's punches were wide open and closed, full of strength, but never Get to Bucky.

   Bang bang bang.

  Baki's fists and feet kept pumping and hitting the opponent's abdomen and side ribs, but it had no effect.

  The nickname of this opponent in the young wolf pack is Rhinoceros. He usually likes to exercise his strength to beat his own muscles, bones, skin and flesh. He is nearly two meters tall and as thick as an iron tower.

  Until Remus Pete finally stopped the battle, which was only about physical fitness, the rhino stared at Bucky with bloodshot eyes, heaved and heaved, and roared muffledly.

   "Barnes, why didn't you plant it!"

  Baki's current fighting style has completely changed from the previous two months. At that time, he was like a lunatic seeking death every day.

  Now his movements are becoming more ghostly, even more "thief", good at entanglement in footwork, and weird and tricky attacks.

   "You wait until I reach the second stage, then your thick skin will be useless."

  Bucky was also panting and hunchbacked. His physical exertion was even greater, but his fur quickly tensed up, allowing the ups and downs of blood and heartbeat to slowly subside.

  On the ground floor of the old house, beside James, two doctors, Zola and Erskine, were arguing about the classification and level of mutant gene abilities. He interrupted aloud while holding a piece of information in his hand.

   "How to distinguish between the two types of abilities, rules and energy, don't energy particles also belong to the laws of physics?"

  Dr. Zola loosened his collar, cleared his throat, and obsequiously leaned forward to explain to James.

   "Sir, your question is great. Regarding the rules of the universe or laws, we tend to favor forces that are not affected by the environment and specific factors, such as the four fundamental forces, strong and weak nuclear forces, electromagnetic forces, and gravity."

"There are also such incomprehensible and cognizable rules as space, time, and even positive and negative matter proposed by scientists, chaos and reality. For example, the flame we are familiar with does not have the conditions to burn in a vacuum, and it belongs to purely specific conditions. energy form."

   Before Zola finished speaking, Erskine stepped forward to grab the white pass.

   "However, we still have very limited understanding of the ways and reasons for the existence of various energy particles. For example, the energy in the Rubik's Cube in the universe has almost broken all the current cognitive levels of human beings, and this is the most superficial power of the Rubik's Cube."

  James nodded with great interest, Zola smiled and talked about the issue they were arguing about.

   "Sir, do you think the power of the mind should belong to the unknown, temporarily shelved mystery department, or the physical level of the body."

   "We currently have no examples of this, but I personally think that regardless of whether this power exists or not, it should belong to the evolution of the brain, and the use of brain waves can be classified in the body transformation system."

   "So Dr. Zola, do you believe in the existence of souls and spirits?"

  Zola was a little stunned, he suddenly realized that his original scientific belief had been shattered step by step.

  From the truth of Nordic mythology to the exaggerated power of human evolution and mutation, purely holding old concepts will easily lead to a dead end.

  Dr. Erskine smiled calmly and reservedly. He believed that Mr. Howlett must know something about this indescribable field.

   "Let's classify it into the mystery department first, and I will gradually understand it later. What is the result of the current model deduction?"

   Erskine pushed his glasses, hurried to get a stack of data, and reported to James.

  "Deduced from the current incremental model, at the current evolution rate, the mutation probability will reach one in ten thousand within thirty years, and it may be one in thousand or even more after fifty years."

"However, Upsilon and Delta, these two levels that account for more than seventy percent of the mutant population, will cause great social impact and changes. After all, their appearances will have a high degree of variation, and The power is uncontrollable."

   "What about Alpha, Beta and Gamma?" James asked quite concerned.

   "Theoretical probability is not small. Beta and Gamma will exceed 10%, and Alpha can also have about 5%."

"But the levels we currently delineate in Greek letters are set according to the potential of mutation ability, rather than direct combat or destructive power, so there will not be too many terrifying alphas like you, or whether the ability can be discovered limit."

  James thought for a moment, looked at the mechanical arm that had roughly completed the design of the internal neural link system, and finally mentioned a sentence.

   "Let's set another level above Alpha as a blank space, just use it, Omega."

  (end of this chapter)