Marvel Reverses Wolverine Chapter 58

  Chapter 58 Gatsby's Party

  Since joining the Deutsches National Research Institute, Abraham Erskine seldom saw his former classmate and experimental partner, John Schmidt.

  Schmidt quickly transferred to the National Weapons Research and Development Department, where there are mainly scientists from the Department of Physics, mainly researching military equipment.

  He doesn't care what subject he specializes in. John Schmidt has a strong learning ability, but the purpose of learning is to get better conditions and jump to a higher position. He is more keen on politics and power.

   Erskine's research at the University of Munich has continued, and he has made considerable breakthroughs in the limit capabilities and evolutionary possibilities of the human body.

  There is a clear direction for the research on strengthening the human body's physique and breakthrough potential, and he has also discovered some mutations in human genes.

   "Abraham Erskine, some days gone."

  At the gate of the Institute, Erskine, who was about to go home, ran into Schmidt, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

   "Yeah, John, where are you going? The suit is great, and it looks great with this leather trench coat."

  Schmidt looks ready to participate in some activities, he is wearing high patent leather boots, black leather trench coat, more like an officer's attire.

   "I'm going to attend the meeting of the Workers' Party. Mr. Adolf Hitler is a very charming and talented person! Come with me, Erskine, and I will introduce you to some key members of the party."

  Schmidt obviously became excited when he mentioned Adolf Hitler.

  Abraham shook his head and declined his invitation. He had heard of this Mr. Hitler, who was extremely nationalistic and had been unfriendly to Jews many times, and he had no interest in these social and political gatherings.

Schmidt didn't care about the other party's refusal. He didn't expect much. Instead, he asked Erskine more about his recent research on human enhancement reagents. potential.

   "So this Mr. Gatsby is a speculator."

"Yes sir, this Mr. Jay Gatsby was in the war, an ex-officer, and his fortune now rests mainly on the illegal sale of bootleg liquor in drugstores, and the gangster leader named 'Big Money', Mel Wolfsheim has a close relationship, and Mr. Gatsby has been secretly doing some illegal manipulation of stocks."

James listened to Remus's investigation of Mr. Gatsby, the owner of the mansion across the coast. It has been four or five years. Gatsby's mansion in West Egg has always held a grand party on weekends. To all the people in New York, come Those who do not refuse.

  Of course, people who are gorgeously dressed and glamorous.

  James inevitably became interested in this rich man. He arranged for someone to investigate for a while, but he found out about Mr. Gatsby at once.

   "Doing this kind of business, he still doesn't know how to restrain himself. Judging from his history, he doesn't look like a no-brainer."

  James paused for a moment and looked at the time. Today happens to be Saturday.

   "Azazzo!"

  Pfft, the Red Devil teleported to the study, he was bored in the room, thinking about where to go for a stroll.

   "Let's go, go to a party, pack up, Remus and you too." James ordered neatly.

  Asazo was extremely excited, flattering loudly, a puff of black smoke rose, and went back to his room to prepare his cumbersome "underwear".

  Gatsby's mansion still highlights the hustle and bustle and indulgence to the extreme. There are many people in strange costumes here, and Asazo's mummy-like appearance is just to attract people's attention.

   "Dad, I like this!" Asazuo leaned forward and shouted loudly. He didn't expect this boring old man to know such a fun place.

A Sazuo quickly ran to the dance floor and jumped up. People around saw him wearing a delicate black suit, but it was carefully wrapped with silver-white strips of silk cloth, and they all thought it was some kind of trendy performance. Go up and dance together.

  James casually took a glass of wine, motioned Remus to go shopping, and walked up to the second floor. He leaned against the railing and looked down at Asazo, who was dancing more and more exaggeratedly.

   "You must be here for the first time, I've never seen you before."

   James thought of a nice female voice. He turned around and saw a very tall woman with short hair. She looked to be in her twenties, with deer-like eyes, clear facial features, and a curious tone.

  James is now about 1.95 meters tall. This is the lowest height he has completely stabilized his body after another bone change, and he has been deliberately compressed. However, this beautiful lady is almost at eye level with him in high heels. No wonder she noticed James.

   After all, although white men are generally tall, there are still very few people who can control such tall women.

   "Yes, for the first time, I live on the opposite bank, and every weekend night, here is like a bright pearl at night, so I am curious to have a look."

  The tall lady stared at James with great interest. The man's indescribable temperament and Greek sculpture-like young and handsome appearance were like a young body but lived in an ancient soul.

   "Jordan Baker, a golfer." She stretched out her slender fingers and shook hands with James.

   "Bruce, Bruce Howlett, do you come here often? Have you ever seen Mr. Gatsby?"

  James said with a casual smile, what is very strange to him is that this Mr. Gatsby has held such a grand party for many years, but has never appeared in public. Many people have only heard of this name, but have never seen him.

Miss Baker smiled slyly, and she said jokingly: "I haven't seen Mr. Gatsby for a long time, I believe, you won't find a second person who has seen him in the whole party, but I promised him, Can't talk to anyone else."

   "My house has a lawn that is very suitable for playing golf. Are you interested in coming to play?"

  James invited with a smile. His exposed teeth were as flat as snow, and the canines protruded slightly, giving him a strange charm.

  The early morning sun shone on the end of the bed with pillars in James' bedroom, and one of his white and slender feet was retracted under the quilt. James got up and opened the window, without the slightest look of slump on his face.

   "Bruce, I don't think I have the strength to play today."

  Miss Jordan Baker slumped wearily in the velvet silk quilt, not wanting to move.

   "It doesn't matter, you can fight whenever you want."

  James thoughtfully and skillfully put a glass of water beside her, and continued with some amusement: "I didn't expect Mr. Gatsby to organize a few years of glamorous parties, just to attract someone to come in and take a look."

  Miss Baker gained some strength from the fire of gossip, stood up and supported her chin, and murmured: "Isn't that right, because it's not far from your house, and you can see it across the coast—"

  She quickly covered her mouth and accidentally revealed more.

James didn't care about it, and he didn't intend to ask further. He just valued Mr. Gatsby's good at dancing and his ability to fool people. Since this strange party is just for a certain infatuation, it doesn't affect him. Tsby do something.

  (end of this chapter)

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