The oppressive atmosphere in the presidential office of the White House, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to be the day when President Roosevelt decided to declare all-out war when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor.

Mr. Truman muttered as if he were explaining himself, and the people in the rotunda looked at each other, as if they could think of no other answer than this outcome.

Professor Oppenheimer gritted his teeth and whispered: "According to the explosion observation data, it was an air explosion at an altitude of 3 to 500 meters in mid-air, and the Soviet Union did start research in this area, but theoretically it should not have been achieved so quickly."

"I had just shown off the power of the atomic bomb to Stalin at a meeting a few days ago, and he just told me quietly that he hoped to put this weapon well against Japan."

Truman sneered twice and shook his head.

"Unless Stalin himself jumps out, we have to pinch our noses and admit that it was the United States, and the Japanese imperial family hiding in the bomb shelter in Tokyo, as well as many of the upper classes, the top of the military, all died directly or indirectly from the atomic bombing."

"Mr. President, we have done nothing wrong in terms of the rules of war, the nuclear bomb in Tokyo was only a few hours later than Nagasaki, and Japan has not officially announced its surrender, which can be regarded as a strategic plan of the United States."

Secretary of War Charles Forrestal "comforted" President Truman in a serious and earnest manner.

Mr. President glared at the general angrily, gasping for breath.

"Don't I understand? But this terrible fact and secret can only be swallowed by ourselves, and from today onwards, the true situation of the atomic bombing in Tokyo will be listed as the top secret of the United States, and Area 51 will be sealed and there will be no time for declassification for the time being. ”

After the top secrecy was reaffirmed, the occupants rushed out of the room, and at the end, Dr. Oppenheimer, who had presided over the entire Manhattan Project, had an almost impossible thought in his head.

He shook his head, laughing at himself for having such an unrealistic idea.

- James Howlett, the super-oligarch who provided more than half of the Manhattan Project's development funding, scientific support, and the vast majority of the primary uranium ore.

How could it be possible to drop an atomic bomb on Japan, which had nothing to do with itself, that was only theoretically possible?

The Howlett Manor on Long Island has been built for decades.

Although it is not as old as Edmond's old mansion for more than a hundred years, the castle-like years have been precipitated, but the rows of huge old thorn bushes have grown stronger and more knotty, as big as oak trees.

A few planted maples, sycamores, boxwoods, and myrtles are also leafy and leafy, and green as a cover.

Emma Frost and Eric Lanshel, who ride in a middle-class Ford car, don't think Eric is too wealthy, but this estate on Long Island is by no means ordinary people in terms of size and style.

"Frost, this is the house of one of my distant brothers, to whom my mother and I came from Poland because of the war."

Eric tells Emma about the relationships and experiences he has long made up, and he is relieved that his dad is happy to receive his classmates who come to visit him at school.

"My mother's English is not very good, so it is inconvenient to communicate with you, Brother James will talk to you."

The waiter of the manor was already waiting outside the foyer, greeted Emma gracefully, and led them into the main building.

"Brother? But he was thinking of 'Daddy'."

Emma glanced at Eric, who had a relaxed and even somewhat happy face, and this somewhat mysterious male classmate said something that made young Emma a little confused.

James was talking to Jules Burnham, the butler, in the study upstairs, and Casper, the butler, was getting old, and he had returned to the old mansion to recuperate.

Every day, I watched the children of the old fellows of the Howlett family train and read books on the manor, and I enjoyed myself.

Instead of inheriting the duties of butler like his father and grandfather Wayne Foss, Butler's son, Brian, moved into the upper echelons of the group, where he was responsible for many aspects of the family business.

He is a top student at Harvard Business School, and is better suited to pursue his ambitions in business.

The new butler, Jules Burnham, is a descendant of the members of the wolf pack and has been chosen to be the new butler, a man under forty years of age, who is thoughtful and thoughtful.

"Young master, Eric's classmate has arrived, it's a young lady."

"Well, Jules, you can help me entertain the guests first."

Mr. Butler owes himself and exits the study, while making proper arrangements for the attendants who have come in.

Emma Frost's father was a well-known wealthy businessman in Boston, so she had seen it since she was a child, and this manor-style mansion already looked a little quaint from the outside, and the interior furnishings were extremely elegant.

There is no resplendent traditional European mansion style, and there is no excessive installation of expensive ornaments and decorations, all the extraordinary is reflected in the unique details and textures.

The top of the marble and cut natural crystals, the chair made of Nan wood, and a huge pattern of composition on the fireplace in the living room are suspected to be inlaid with natural gemstones.

Emma watched the waiter present exquisite snacks and ice cream, which were all freshly made and exuding the aroma of baking, and she thanked Mr. Butler very cultivatedly, and was not in a hurry to taste them.

She is not interested in the wealth of Eric, an elder, but hopes to get to know this mysterious gentleman through contact, so that she can understand something beyond the scope of people's knowledge.

Emma is very confident in her own abilities, and she only needs verbal guidance to "hear" a lot of secrets.

"The young master will be here soon, there is a slight delay, Miss, please wait."

As soon as Jules's words fell, James stepped down the marble-paved revolving escalator, he casually wore a light sweater, casual trousers, tall and handsome, and greeted Emma with a smile.

"Well, I'm Eric's cousin, James Howlett, well, strictly James II, you're welcome."

Emma looked at this sculptural majestic and handsome, but also exceptionally friendly and hearty young man, and couldn't help but lose her mind for a moment, James's figure and temperament are very oppressive, and his natural and free state has been transformed into a reassuring sense of security.

"Ai, Emma Frost, disturb Mr. Howlett."

Emma and James' outstretched palms shook gently, and somehow their cheeks were a little hot.

"Welcome, Miss Frost, feel free."

James looked at Eric, who was sitting on the side a little embarrassed, and asked him to accompany his mother, Mrs. EDI.

Eric secretly thanked his father for his help, although it was just a visit from classmates, but there was still an inexplicable atmosphere of a teacher meeting parents, maybe Frost's aura and temperament were too mature.

The boy thought wildly as he said hello and ran away, and ran back to get an ice cream without taking two steps, winking at James.

Emma frowned imperceptibly: "It's 'daddy' again, is this what Eric and this cousin call in private?" Am I looking too mature? Won't you look old?"

Emma unconsciously read Eric's heart, and even strangely worried about her own image, since she discovered this ability, she has become accustomed to people's inner fingers and judgments about their appearance.

Until I can master the ability to control the thoughts and emotions of others, and let go of the real but unspoken thoughts that people will have in their hearts, I have already had self-persistence and judgment.

"I hope Eric is doing well in Meister, I've always wanted him to make some friends, he had a lot of bad experiences with the war in Poland."

Hearing James's words, Emma hurriedly sorted out her thoughts, she had an "ulterior purpose" today, and she couldn't waste this opportunity.

"Eric's rugby is great, I've suggested he go to the school rugby team, Mr. Howlett don't worry too much, since he showed himself on the field, many of his classmates have offered to play with Eric."

James smiled and nodded, and talked to Miss Frost about Meister's school in a casual way.

He gradually became aware of something interesting in his mind, and continued to chat, looking at the beautiful and generous young female student with a smile.

"It's great to have an older brother like you, Eric, who always calls you 'Daddy', and I thought it would be an older elder. ”

The more Emma talked, the more strange it became, she had already focused on the handsome one opposite. Ahem, in the mind of the gentleman, but from beginning to end, Emma did not read the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Emma couldn't hear anything other than the words that came out of James' mouth, could it be that he was extremely focused and even had special training? It is possible not to generate distracting thoughts and associations in the mind.

Emma took some risks to suggest the title "Daddy", and she wanted to see if the young Mr. Howlett would be so consistent.

James smiled heartily, revealing four canine teeth that were slightly protruding, with a bit of bewitching charm, he nodded, and said teasingly.

"Yes, there are some people who will call me that, but I'm sure Eric won't take the initiative to mention me in front of you, and that's it, isn't it, Miss Frost."

After James finished speaking, he lightly tapped his temple with his finger, and still looked at Emma who was stunned as if struck by lightning with a bright smile, and his beautiful eyes widened and he was motionless.

This young and beautiful Miss Emma Frost is a mutant with telepathic abilities.

(End of chapter)