After that day, the members of the inner circle of the Howlett family became even more different, as if they had received the baptism of pious faith, abandoned many ordinary world desires, and became more determined in their hearts.

Nine serum-injected wolf warriors fought each other in the hollow valley, their naked muscles and knotted upper bodies, surging with surging qi and blood, causing mountains and rocks to stir up the valley like rocks.

Bucky has participated in dozens of battles with Steve, and he knows the truth about such combat effectiveness.

But those "young wolves" all have green eyes, and they can't wait for them to become like that immediately.

Remus Pitt will take the last of these wolf pack seniors to teach the newcomers and adapt to their own strength, and in less than a year it will be the day of selection for the new wolf pack, after which they will enter the "Wolf Winter" program and secretly freeze themselves.

After a few years of waiting, their wolf lord dispels the cold winter and leads them to an era of warriors.

Bang bang bang!

Bucky was punched in the chest and abdomen three times in a row by a square-faced young man, and finally received another kick in the head and flipped over.

His qualifications for learning boxing are surprisingly high, and he worked hard so hard that he didn't stay in the valley where children lay the foundation for a month, and he mastered the ability to agitate the spine and pinch the fur.

Finally, he was able to come to the school yard and practice the kung fu of fighting and fighting with these wolf cubs who were generally a few years younger than him.

But at this stage, Bucky's disadvantage of broken arms is too huge, all the fighting skills, fighting methods are a complete system of mutual cooperation and dismantling when the limbs are sound, and one less arm almost cuts off the way to practice boxing.

Not to mention fighting against people, Bucky has been beaten purely for more than ten days.

In the bedroom of the Stables, Sergeant James Barnes dragged his body of pain and exhaustion, moved heavily, and threw himself on the bed, limp and motionless, as if dead.

Although it is a room in the stable, the environment is not bad, the building is simple but fine, the house is not big, more than 60 square meters, there is a fireplace and washing space, you can cook by yourself, in addition to the rich "horse flavor", it is a farm cottage with good conditions.

Originally, there was only a huge bed, and John Coffey lived here alone, but when he learned that Bucky would be working with him, he happily moved another bed, and the two became roommates.

However, Bucky barely raised horses and cattle with him, and trained with the wolf cubs every day, which made Coffey a little disappointed, but this simple and kind black man didn't care about this.

"Bucky, are you dead?"

Coffey's thick voice had a huge, frosted, grainy timbre, and a single muffled tone.

"I'm hoping to die soon, too."

Bucky's voice came faintly, like a cat humming, he couldn't even make any big facial movements, and the lumps on his cheekbones were high and painful.

The bed creaked overwhelmed, and Coffey sat up and slowly walked over to Bucky.

"What are you doing.!"

Bucky looked at Coffey's large, thick black hand reaching out to him, twisting his body in horror and screaming hoarsely.

簌簌簌

Coffey spat out a cloud of black-brown smoke like a swarm of bees from his mouth with a painful expression, and soon the smoke cleared into the air again, and he removed his large hand from Bucky's body and sat back on his bed, grinning innocently.

Bucky sat up suddenly, he touched his cheek with one arm, rubbed the knee of his sprained right leg, and looked at Coffey in surprise, the pain and soreness on his body were gone.

"Hehe, you're not going to die Bucky."

Coffey laughed and lay back on the bed, fiddling with the bedside radio, his favorite thing now was to listen to a lot of words he didn't understand, and all kinds of music and singing.

Bucky shook off his long black hair, his eyes shining, and he suddenly felt hungry, got up, made a large steak, and lay back on the bed.

Sergeant James Barnes put one hand on the back of his head and laughed wickedly.

Emma Frost kept an eye on the boy named Eric Lansall during this time.

Relying on the "skills" that she accidentally discovered when she was a child, Emma "heard" a lot of Eric's inner words, and the "Daddy" and "Mr. Howlett" that he often popped up in his mind made Emma even more curious.

It seems that this old man has a lot of knowledge and understanding for people like himself.

Eric Lansell, who has been going to school these days, has become a little different, although he still looks tall, thin and quiet, but the whole person seems to be. He stood upright, not like the somewhat melancholy and cautious appearance when he first entered the school.

In the afternoon, on the football field on the Meister campus.

"Are you sure, Lanschel, I thought you were cowardly, but not stupid, and knew how to avoid me, but you actually wanted to play today, did you commit some kind of illness?"

A few of the friends around the proud boy laughed, they were Eric's classmates, and they were also the few people who had always been difficult to get along with him, and there were always some small groups when he was studying, and he liked to make trouble with classmates who didn't like him.

"You heard Mike right, it's a good opportunity, isn't it, you can have a 'fight' with me."

Eric smiled softly, put on his rugby equipment and a rugby cap stuffed with sponge and cotton, shook his shoulders, and ran confidently onto the field.

Emma happened to be passing by the stadium, and she was very interested to see Eric, who had just come on the field, and sat down in the stands.

She seems to be born with a jewel that can attract people's attention, extremely white skin, long golden hair with slightly curls, and a well-fitting Meister school uniform, outlining tall and perfect curves.

The boys of the entire stadium were affected by the "goddess" of Meister, and some of them were fighting and shaking their spirits.

The whistle blew.

Eric's winger in the offensive group, he quickly staggered his body, overturned the opponent who had been looking ill of heart on the opposite side, and ran forward quickly, the quarterback was stopped by the opponent, and saw Eric rushing out of the space, and quickly threw the ball over.

Eric Lanshel's training in Evolution has been evident these days, his speed and agility have even turned over to avoid Mike's flutter, leaving him on the ground and eating a mouthful of grass.

After a few accelerations, the team cheered, and the classmates who knew Eric stood up in surprise and looked at the transfer student who had become handsome with energy and confidence.

Emma Frost had been watching Eric's game, her fingers cocked and straightened her long hair, thinking about something.

"Well done Eric."

"There's a hand, man."

Classmates who weren't usually familiar with each other, and hadn't even spoken, came up to high-five Eric.

Daddy was right, sports are easy to make friends, Eric thought in his head, looking down to arrange the knee pads wrapped around his legs, and saw a pair of delicate women's leather shoes and white calves come into view.

Goo-dong

Eric swallowed subconsciously, Emma's tall figure was as tall as he was now, and her delicate and perfect somewhat unreal face smiled slightly and stretched out her hand.

"Hello, I'm the president of the student council, Emma Frost."

Emma shook hands with Eric shallowly, and continued confidently and gently.

"Eric, right?"

Eric, who was a little nervous, even forgot to introduce himself, and nodded blankly.

"You're playing rugby well, by the way, the student council needs to do some home visits and get to know the new students who are transferred to Meister to help them better integrate into the new environment, I don't know when it will be convenient for you to meet your parents at home?"

Emma seemed to praise Eric for the game just now, and put forward her purpose clearly and politely, she showed a reserved smile, and the students next to her looked at Eric who was accosted by Emma in disbelief.

"Well, my mother's English is not very good, let my father come forward? Isn't such a little thing too much trouble for his old man, huh?"

Eric pondered hesitantly, but Miss Frost on the other side said understandingly, as if she understood what he was thinking.

"It's okay if your parents are inconvenient for other elders, you can go back and communicate first, and I'll visit when the time is right."

Emma's voice was clear and tactful, especially good, Eric was stunned, nodded, and planned to go back and ask Daddy.

The beautiful female senior finally said a word of encouragement and suggested that he join the rugby team, and she left with some exaggerated long legs.

Eric muttered as he remembered what Daddy had recently mentioned to Asazzo, as if they were planning to make a long trip.

April 12, 1945.

U.S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt died of a cerebral hemorrhage at a hot spring resort in Georgia.

President Roosevelt's sudden death without even seeing the complete surrender of the German army aroused James's suspicions, and he was interested in finding out the truth about Roosevelt's death, but nothing came of it for a while.

In the summer of 1945, the defeat of the Farcyse country in East Asia was assured, but it refused to surrender after a long time, and Japan's frantic resistance in Okinawa and other places led to a large number of Allied casualties.

In order to protect the lives of Allied soldiers, force Japan to surrender as soon as possible, and restrain the Soviet advance to ensure the benefits of American victory, the new President Truman obtained all the materials of the Manhattan Project and decided to drop atomic bombs on Japan to speed up the course of the war.

On August 9, 1945, James waited for news in a secret research institute outside New York, and he had a huge silver-white metal urn in front of him, and he didn't know what was inside.

Burst!

Asazzo dodged out, and an engineer in a research coat came in and handed James a slip of paper with a string of messages printed on it.

"Or only two? Asazzo. ”

James looked at the metal urn in front of him, his eyes flickered, thought for a moment, and called Asazzo's name.

The Red Devil looked at the somewhat distracted father for some reason, and listened to him turn to a relaxed tone and said, "Let's go, it's time to go out." ”

"Where are you going, Daddy?"

"Tokyo."

(End of chapter)