Marvel Reverses Wolverine Chapter 147

  Chapter 147 The Legacy of Ancient Egyptian History

  Soon to be the bicentennial of the founding of the United States, Richard Nixon won the election as the Republican candidate and became the thirty-eighth president of the United States.

  In fact, during the election process, his team even once proposed some kind of "off-the-board trick" to explore the opponent's campaign arrangement, but Nixon sneered and refused.

  He knew very well that if Robert Kennedy hadn't tried his best to shirk, he could even have been elected president for four consecutive terms like Roosevelt.

   After all, the clear law that the president can only serve two consecutive terms was originally brought about by the Republicans in the 1950s after President Roosevelt died of illness.

  Under the unprecedented public support of Kennedy Jr. and the secret promotion of the Howlett family, the system has been restructured to break this rule, and he was re-elected for three consecutive terms.

   So the gentleman overlooking the White House doesn't nod, no amount of these small tricks in the campaign will work.

  The new president, who had just finished his inauguration ceremony and related handovers, did not take the conspicuous Army One presidential car, but was accompanied by the White House Secret Service team in disguise, and came to the Howlett Mansion in Long Island, New York in person.

   Howard Stark, who lives in this top manor villa area, is arguing on the phone with the company's deputy, Obadiah Stanislav.

  Six-year-old son Anthony Edward Stark is playing with a nearly completed internal combustion cylinder V8 engine in the yard.

   "Daddy. Daddy! I made it, I made it Daddy!"

  Little Stark glanced at the black Cadillac motorcade passing by the gate of the manor, and ran excitedly to the house, he wanted to share the news with his father.

  “.I know Obadia, we just haven't found a profit point for the Ark reactor for the time being. Hey! Didn't I listen to you to restart the research and development of cutting-edge weapons?”

   "It's true that this has won a lot of shares from the Howlett Group. Hush. Tony, wait a minute, Dad has something to do now."

  Mr. Stark pressed his son's little head with one hand, and finally said seriously to the other end of the phone:

   "The matter of Anton Vanke was a huge mistake at the beginning, and the Ark palladium reactor was temporarily put on hold, but Obadia, if one day we really want to surpass Howlett Industries, we must rely on Ark technology!"

  Howard pressed the button of the mobile phone heavily, complaining about the heavy black rectangular box that was still in his hand.

   "Dad. I assembled the V8 engine!"

   More often, the young master Stark, who was called Tony by his father and family, flashed his long eyelashes, and said bouncingly, pulling at the corner of Howard's clothes.

   "Stinky boy! Let's go, let's see if you're doing well!"

  Mr. Stark didn't care that his son's oily black hands stained his suit, he grabbed Tony and ran out of the courtyard.

  The father and son listened to the motorcycle equipped with the engine, and the rhythmic sound of the unique power roar when the cylinders were staggered. Howard smiled and called his wife Maria to take a photo of them.

  Tony, who grew up in his father's workshop, built his first circuit board at the age of four.

   Now just a few months after turning six, this little prodigy in mechanical manufacturing has fiddled with a professional V8 engine for cars and motorcycles, and it runs stably and well.

  Howard looked at the black oil stains on his son's face. Perhaps the current Ark technology could not find the right direction, but one day, he hoped that his son could inherit his wish.

  Further to the east, near the best beach on Long Island, President Richard Nixon's convoy finally passed through the carved iron gate of Howlett Mansion and came to the front of the main building.

  In the era of Eisenhower, Nixon, at the age of forty, held the title of the youngest vice president in American history, wondering whether he would be able to become the youngest president next time.

  After serving two consecutive vice presidents, Nixon and John F. Kennedy, who were popular at the time, lost miserably in the election, and then lost again in the California governor's election.

  Continuing to watch Robert Kennedy serve another full three terms of president, especially in the past ten years, the United States and the entire world have been turned upside down, Richard Nixon still has not given up.

  Since the pursuit of the times has chosen a new force, he will work hard to let the United States continue to lead on this track.

  Mr. Howlett, who seemed too young to be too young, was not arrogant. President Nixon thought that he would sit for a while in the living room of this mansion with a history of more than half a century, as if his subordinates were waiting for him.

  But James Howlett just walked out of the gate of the main building of the manor just when the president's car stopped. Like receiving ordinary guests at home, he smiled and sat down in the living room with Nixon.

   "Mr. Howlett, I'm here this time."

   Nixon met James when he was vice president in the 1950s. At that time, the gentleman still disguised himself as "James II".

".As you know, the concept of 'evolutionary' is now universalized. Due to the pressure from the United States, in addition to the usual economic and arms competition, the major powers are also constantly digging deeper in supernatural power, gradually pulling up Own official paranormal organization"

  James listened to this Mr. President, who came to "worship the mountain gate" as soon as he took office, talk with eloquence, and there was only one purpose in what he said.

".Some local conflicts and frictions abroad, as well as intelligence warfare, etc., we often fall into a passive position. These are the problems that I just learned about in the military report these days. Can you see if the Federation can be autonomous to a certain extent? How about recruiting some evolutionary talents?"

   In order to make the atmosphere more harmonious, Mr. President took a cigar indicated by James and tried to smoke it. He didn't have much interest in cigars, but the one in his mouth smelled inexplicably comfortable.

"sure."

  James took two breaths and said briskly, Mr. President blinked his eyes. This was somewhat different from the plan he had thought before coming. He was worried that Mr. Howlett had some other extremely harsh conditions.

   "As long as the evolutionists are not forced to be recruited for any reason, it is of course no problem to persuade them to choose whether to join the military or government agencies through treatment, contracts, etc."

  Mr. President thought for a moment, and tentatively said: "Then can the Federation open some Extraordinary Academies?"

   "Hehe, come step by step, Mr. President. In the past two years, the whip of order has eliminated several so-called academies opened by certain groups and individuals. It is purely to lure evolutionists into it, and then secretly conduct living body research."

  James sat up straight slightly. President Nixon, who will be 70 years old in a few years, felt the inexplicable pressure from this young and handsome man, and listened to the gentleman with serious eyes:

   "In a few years, evolutionists can really enter various industries and social classes, and give birth to a corresponding social and ecological environment, but before that, this is my bottom line."

  President Nixon suddenly felt a bit dull when he left. At least during his tenure, the country will develop without any waves, and the contradictions and confrontations between major powers are not as sharp as the Cold War.

  Because of America's evolutionist policy, they have dealt more with the mutant population in their own country.

  Those countries and organizations that try to tie chains around mutants' necks and domesticate them into tools have to consider that in such a favorable living environment for evolutionists in the United States, mutants in their own countries may have a serious tendency to exodus.

  The world is competing for resources and wealth, and for scientific and technological talents.

   Now, a new competition has begun in the field of extraordinary power.

   And at this moment, on another continent thousands of miles away, Cairo, Egypt.

  A white man wrapped in a black cloak was holding a pattern with a combination of triangles and circles, and asked the owner of the shop selling antiques word by word.

   "Enn Sabah Nur!"

  Professor Karlis Jackson is a scholar who specializes in the history of ancient Egypt, but he does not speak Arabic well, and the ancient Egyptian language has long since died out.

  A typical British scholar often has a wealthy family and his grandparents left a rich legacy, so he can study the history major that does not make money, and it is the history of ancient Egypt.

  The professor, who is over 50 years old, traveled around Egypt for many days, and finally determined from the monuments that this pyramid-shaped pattern represents the historical bead he has been looking for.

More than ten years ago, this professor wrote to Professor Charles Xavier who was leading the "X-Men" when the mutants made their official debut for the first time. In his letter, he mentioned And a discovery hidden in the historical wind and sand that I have been puzzled for a long time.

  It is a pity that I did not receive any reply from Professor Xavier at that time.

Before the mutants became widely known, Professor Jackson's research was long regarded as a laughingstock by the academic community. He believed that a "god" named En Shaba Nur once ruled the two rivers in more than three thousand years BC watershed.

  The pyramid was built by turning sand and rocks into miracles with his wave of hands. Later Egyptian pharaohs not only imitated the architectural shape of the pyramid, but also imitated the costumes, cultural rituals, etc. from him.

   "Sara Nasib, Nasib!"

  The owner of the antique shop pointed to a few black and thin men passing by, indicating that they were there. Jackson looked suspiciously, and his eyes lit up.

  There are pyramid-like triangular patterns tattooed on their necks. After many years of research by the professor, it means—

   Apocalypse.

   Panpan is now stable at 6,000+ updates, but sometimes it happens to be written at around 3,000 and divided into chapters, and sometimes they are linked together into a large chapter.

   I need to lay out some clues recently, and there will be an easter egg surprise in the update on Monday morning, I think everyone will like it then!

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