If the flesh of an ordinary human is unprotected and exposed at supersonic or subsonic speeds, it will shatter into clumps of minced flesh in an instant.

However, Emma's own physique is beyond the limits of ordinary people, and she can transform into an organic diamond incarnation, and Eric's electromagnetic force field can also be well isolated from air resistance.

James broke the sound barrier with the two of them, and it didn't take long for him to fly from New York to the door of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C.

Early Monday morning.

The central hub, a symbol of American power, seems to have just been put in order, like an ordinary mansion.

The sentry who had just changed the guard looked at the three people who were dressed a little strangely standing outside the towering openwork iron gate, pinched the walkie-talkie, and reported to the special service team.

"You know why it's called 'The White House,' you know?"

Compared to Eric Lanshel, who is wearing an ochre-red armor combat uniform, a large coat on one shoulder and a dark red helmet, and Emma Frost, who is dressed in a pure white battle robe, with a soft collarbone on her shoulders and a flat and solid lower abdomen.

James was simply and casually wearing the black power suit of the wolf pack unit, which looked too normal.

"Why?"

Eric thought for a few seconds and asked suspiciously, Emma, who had excelled since childhood, knew this allusion, but she didn't say anything.

"In 1814, in retaliation for the hatred of the United States for attacking the Canadian colonies two years earlier, the English landed by sea and went straight to Washington. The Americans set fire to York, the capital of Canada, so this time, they also burned the U.S. presidential palace. ”

James strode forward, unconcerned about the closed iron door and the sentry who drew his gun and stepped forward to question him.

Squeak...

The iron door opened just as James approached, and the guards who had just approached rolled their eyes and fell to the ground.

He walked forward, followed by the two of them, as they continued to tell the story about the origins of the White House.

“…… At that time, the presidential palace of the United States of America should have been called the 'Gray Palace' because it was made of wood and gray sandstone, and in 1817, in order to hide the traces of the fire, President Monroe ordered a layer of white paint to be applied to the gray sandstone......"

More and more White House Secret Service members shouted at the walkie-talkie with guns and rushed forward, and the weapons in their hands were suddenly dragged out by a huge force and crushed into a ball of scrap metal out of thin air.

At the same time, one by one, their heads trembled, and they fainted to the ground as if they had been hit hard.

“…… When Roosevelt came to power, the Roosevelt in 1902 officially named this place the 'White House', and since then it has become synonymous with the American government, so ———"

James just walked to the oak gate of the White House, and on the lawn and square that he passed through, even seven or eight military dogs fell stiffly on the ground, and there were hundreds of special service members, and none of them were awake.

He reached out and pushed open the door, smiled and finally said:

"———So the only time this place was breached, it was done by Canadians, and I was born there."

………

"Damn... Damn God... Claudia! Take Lucy and hide in the bunker! Hoover! Hoover, you bastard, answer the phone! ”

President Lyndon B. Johnson knocked the black telephone receiver on the "Fortitude" table, which was a ship with great historical value.

He cursed Edgar Hoover's name as he prepared to retreat to the White House nuclear bunker, but the footsteps outside the rotunda became less and less.

At about four o'clock in the morning, Mr. President was woken up by a series of "nonsense" news, and before he could be reshuffled, the former secretary of state of the Kennedy administration died on the way to the airport, and the secretary of defense was cut throat in the New Jersey barracks he inspected......

Every phone call is a message from a congressman or the death of ***, and the United States has never had such a horrific night in nearly two hundred years.

Originally, the sound of staff shouting for summoning could be heard constantly, but now it was becoming more and more silent.

"Mr. President, I'll take you ————"

Poof!

The last young bodyguard, who was still awake, had just pushed open the door of the round hall and was planted headlong into the thick

on handmade Persian carpets.

Outside the half-open door, a few pairs of footsteps slowly approached, and a tall, burly, black-haired, but exceptionally young man walked in.

He smiled gently, some sharp canines at the corners of his mouth, and greeted Lyndon Johnson.

"Good morning, Mr. President, I'm James Howlett."

………………

Bell bell bell ... Bell bell bell ...

Edgar Hoover sat in his old lair, in his office at FBI headquarters.

The right half of his face had already jumped out of the "sky", and there was no adjective that could sum up all kinds of frightened, angry, panicked, gloomy and chaotic expressions.

He couldn't stop screaming as he looked at the phone in front of him, his body was petrified, and he didn't mean to answer at all.

"Yes, the order not to see the sun does not include you."

Bucky's left and right hands were intertwined, casually placed on his lap, and he sat quietly at Director Hoover's desk, and said to him very kindly.

"I... Also useful. ”

Hoover no longer had the need to hold his hand to his beating cheek, and he had long since lost the sensation of half of his face, and after a while, the phone finally stopped, and there was no more sound.

Mr. Director did not say a word of nonsense, but simply stated a fact. Bucky shrugged his shoulders and said casually:

"Sort of, you still have something in your head that might be useful."

"Can you keep me alive?"

"It's hard to say that there is a high probability that after searching your memory, people will become fools, that young lady is much worse than 'two poles, professor, and her temper is much worse."

Hoover listened to the strange adjectives in the words of the man with the metal arm, pondered for a while, and roughly understood the meaning, but it was accurate.

"Sergeant Barnes?"

Mr. Director asked tentatively, and the vast intelligence information in his mind summed up and deduced the identity of the person in front of him.

Bucky smiled and nodded, didn't say much, he looked at Hoover on the other side and let out a long breath, picked up the square-bottomed wine glass and drank the last sip with a drunken face, and said hoarsely:

"You won't leave me with any way to live... I'm going to have to struggle a little more, doesn't that make sense? ”

Bucky spread out his right hand and made a "please" gesture, he had already felt a few exceptionally strong and strong breaths, and slowly approached the director's office.

Bang!

The toe under Hoover's desk kicked a switch, and the floor under the chair cracked, and the structure of the building beneath the director's office was rather strange, with no normal floor, but a pitch-black passage leading to nowhere.

The doors and blinds of the office shattered, and four figures in suits or training uniforms burst in at the same time, shooting at Bucky, who was sitting in the middle.

The four of them fired extremely fast, and the magazine in the pistol was emptied in a second or two, and the long-haired man in the middle target just shook his body and slightly blocked it twice with his metal arm, without being hurt at all.

He took the initiative to meet someone, and swung his right fist, and a bang exploded in the air, and even the documents and papers on the table were blasted into pieces by the energy, and they fluttered throughout the office.

A giant man in a suit with the tallest head, nearly two meters in front of him, stood in front of him with his arms and shields, thinking that he could easily parry this punch, but the small arm bone as thick as a calf was bent and broken inch by inch, and he watched the fist imprinted.

In the next moment, a big head exploded into a watermelon, and the remaining three people were all unable to fight, swinging with a punch, or shooting their heads, or directly blowing up their chests.

Bucky's "Falling Star" punch is a punch that Steve doesn't dare to take hard even when he doesn't have a shield in his hand, especially the full force of the Edelman Alloy left fist, which is the only super blow other than James that can leave a mark on the secondary Edman alloy material.

In the fierce battle, there was not even a chance to fight back and forth, Bucky glanced at the deep hole, smiled and jumped straight down.

Sure enough, after falling more than ten meters, the tunnel had already been sealed by a heavy alloy gate, and he retreated his left leg, and pale red energy gushed out from the gap in the shoulder of the alloy arm, like high-pressure steam penetrating to the fist.

Rumble!

The steel portal, which was dozens of centimeters thick, was blasted into a cone with a punch, and the tip tore through the void

The hole, along with the surrounding large cement wall, flew out three or four meters away.

Bucky looked at a secluded underground garage, and Director Hoover's stunned eyes looked through the window of the Mercedes sedan in less than twenty seconds from the time he kicked the secret door mechanism to the time he got into the car and started a fire.

"I gave you a chance, Mr. Director, but you're not a good person.

"Shhhh Hiss... Rumble!

Edgar Hoover stepped on the accelerator, his eyes red, and he slammed into the killer who was following him, and Bucky held his arm and slammed his right foot on the front of the car.

The cement floor was suddenly rubbed by the high-speed rotation of the tires and rubbed out blackened imprints, and the high-performance Mercedes-Benz sedan was like a mountain rock of dozens of tons that could not be entered, and the pungent smell of rubber came, Bucky frowned and snorted, and kicked down.

Boom!

The engine in front of the car was stabbed with one leg exploding, sending up a cloud of black smoke, and Hoover watched as the man crunched out his leg, pulled the metal door down, and pulled himself out by the neck.

Edgar Hoover finally understood why the serum researchers were constantly distressed that Steve Rogers' injections were far more effective than the other super-soldiers.

He now also has the strength and quality to surpass the limits of his human body, and he can swing his fists and kicks with all his might, like tickling, and his right arm, which is not metal, firmly clamps his neck. There was not the slightest tremor.

Hoover's left and right cheeks finally converged, and with intense unwillingness and despair, he suffocated and passed out.

………

The F.B.I. headquarters was in shambles, and in the director's office early Monday morning, there were four bodies that looked like bodies that had been stuffed into a bomb and detonated, and the director himself was nowhere to be found.

Bucky was carrying Edgar Hoover on his shoulders at this time, staring at the Rogers who "met" by chance in a quiet alley.

"What do you two mean, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it?"

Bucky complained dissatisfied, and the two on the other side laughed at each other, and Steve led the topic and said:

"That's... Let's go back to the old house? The teacher didn't know what the situation was. ”

The three of them walked side by side to the landing point of the Wolf's Lair No. 1 transport plane, and they were all a little dissatisfied with their boring tasks.

Washington, D.C., White House Rotunda office.

James sat across from President Lyndon B. Johnson, who had just been in office for a few days.

He didn't dominate, but sat at the president's desk, looking around the office with a gentle face, comparing the scene with the last time he came.

Eric and Emma each sat very relaxed on the two sofas in the back, watching the sad-faced Mr. President like a play, Emma caressed her temples from time to time, and brought anyone who came close to the White House into the entrance hall of the White House, which was already stacked.

“…… I've met at least every president in the past 100 years, but this office was only in when Abraham was there. ”

James is like an elder telling his grandson what he has seen.

“… Lincoln knew me best, and he later destroyed the records of Southern vampires, and very few people knew about it... I was more impressed by Roosevelt Jr., he was a capable man, and he died wrong... Your last president, President Kennedy, died before I could see him, do you know why? ”

Johnson watched the man in front of him intermittently tell all kinds of past stories, even including the personal details of some former presidents and gentlemen who had been dead for many years, and he listened more and more creepy and scratched his heart.

Leng Buding received a question, and Mr. President subconsciously picked the edge of the table, and sweat beads slipped from the top of his head.

His courage was broken by the ghost-possessed White House staff in the bunker yesterday, and his iconic big ears trembled, and he muttered for a long time, and finally squeezed out his voice:

"He... He's just like you... It's Hoover! He did it..."

James finally raised an eyebrow in surprise, he sighed and shook his head regretfully.

"He wouldn't have died if he had come to me, and Kennedy would have saved me a lot of trouble...... But it's going well, isn't it, Mr. President. ”

James took out a folded piece of letter from the inside of his jacket, put it on the table, and said naturally:

"Help you reorganize

The Cabinet, as well as some military and judicial personnel appointments, have also been appointed according to this list, and it is clearly written that the parliament does not have to worry about you, and there will be people who will run for election according to the rules and regulations to fill vacancies. ”

"You... You..."

Lyndon Johnson raised his fingers tremblingly, his face was pale, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

As soon as he pointed his index finger at James, he immediately winced and bent back, and instead opened the dense list full of names and titles.

"Whew... Mr. Howlett, do you think that such a violent purge can make all the dignitaries and generals of America bow their heads? Submit such a country to intimidation and force? ”

Mr. President finally regained some of the courage of the head of a great power, and the folds of Taoism on his forehead condensed, but his tone was still not firm enough.

James rubbed the edge of the "Fortitude Table", which had been edged with enamel over time.

"What does America rely on to dominate the world?"

Mr. President felt that it was time for him to speak generously, and as soon as he lifted his breath, he heard the man opposite him say lightly:

"There are almost 160 kinds of sophisticated technologies, such as strategic weapons, light and heavy industry, biochemistry, electronic information... The most secret strategic core technology you can think of has been fully packaged and ready to be sent to the Soviet side and Huaxia at any time. ”

Johnson grunted a few times and continued to listen obediently

"More than a dozen islands in the United States, as well as several islands off the coast, can launch nuclear-armed intercontinental ballistic missiles at any time_Wall Street, the Federal Central Bank, Treasury bonds, federal funds_"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I can show you the level of the country's economy, back to before the First World War."

James did not pay attention to President Johnson's disgraced face, he had been quietly watching the sun outside the window gradually rise, more and more dazzling, and said to himself:

"My family is considered to be 'raising horses, starting out, do you know how to manage the horses?... There is an allusion in the East called "Get rid of the black sheep, hehe, really, shave off the thorn head, and the rest is not difficult." ”

"Mr. Howlett ......"

Johnson's intake is less than the outflow at the moment, and he almost snorted:

"Hundreds of millions of American citizens... Are you clean..."

"Ho!"

James finally came to his senses, as if he had heard the most ridiculous story, and looked at President Johnson with a smile.

"What do you rely on to convince people that 'God bless America, Mr. President, you don't have to worry about this...... Come, come. ”

He stood up and walked to the window, seemed to observe the sky outside the window for a long time, and unexpectedly found something most interesting, watching Johnson struggle twice before he could prop up his soft legs and drag him over the carpet little by little.

James lightly held Lyndon Johnson's shoulder, for fear that he would collapse to the ground if he had more strength, smiled and pointed to the sky where the sun was high, and said with great interest:

"Look, what a beautiful night."

The big hand on his shoulders seemed to be a thousand pounds of burden, Johnson tried to raise his eyebrows, his sagging cheeks squeezed together by the harsh sun, and he snorted a few times in his throat like a bellows, and finally muttered:

“… You're right, sir, tonight's night sky..."

"It's beautiful".

………

On the last day of November 1963, the shocking case of President Kennedy being shot in the street was finally solved a week later.

In 1924, he became the director of the BOI, the predecessor of the FBI, and single-handedly established the FBI and served as its director for nearly 40 years.

Due to extreme power ambitions and dissatisfaction with President Kennedy's support for the rights of black races, he secretly arranged for gunmen to assassinate John F. Kennedy, the 35th president of the United States of America.

Later, under the investigation of the American government, Hoover's heinous crimes were gradually exposed.

Edgar Hoover, desperate, used his monstrous power to run the Federation's largest secret intelligence and secret service for four decades to carry out a hysterical violent coup and a large-scale bloody assassination.

There was an uproar at home and abroad, and almost everyone in the United States went out to protest.

Public opinion in the East and the West and high-level governments of various countries have expressed their support for this incident

It was so unbelievable and shocking that the whole world had a huge shaken trust in the United States, in the West.

More and more of Edgar Hoover's political shady and ugly deeds have been exposed, and countless unjust cases and unsolved mysteries have been put back on the table.

Conspiracy theories about state secretive institutions and governments are soaring around the world.

In the headline article "This is a world without light", the English Times wrote:

“… This is the promised land of the lamp of freedom, which has never been seen in the history of mankind, and in the United States of America, more than 100 high-ranking positions of power have been assassinated in the most naked and bloody extremes, taking their lives..."

“… Do we doubt that the so-called civilization and progress of mankind is nothing more than a big dream joke, and we think that Adolfo Autler is dead, but maybe there are one or two people sitting in the government office of every country in the world, and the new Na Qu ,..."

“… Light! Light! Light! ”

At the same time, on this day, the BBC, CNN, Fox, NBC...

All major channels in all countries around the world are broadcasting the trial ceremony and confession of Edgar Hoover, the "villain of the century".

The U.S. Supreme Court, plus four new justices who were urgently ordained due to assassination vacancies.

For the first time ever, all nine of America's tenured justices appeared together to deliver the verdict as Hoover's judges.

The whole world is watching this earthly devil who has almost extinguished the lights of the Statue of Liberty and making his final confession.

East Congress Boulevard, Washington.

Sixteen towering marble pillars propped up the courtyard, and the entire district was flooded with hundreds of thousands of people and media.

In the first courtroom of the Supreme Court, Edgar Hoover was still dressed in a decent suit, and his face was lowered and he read his confession in a deep voice.

“… Power will turn humanity into another ugly creature... It is with boundless remorse that I am looking back on my past, a awakening of a sinner———— and we will enter a new era, one in which all life is respected equally, regardless of color, race, wealth..."

Under the verdict of Chief Supreme Justice Earl Warren, the only in-court death sentence in the history of the modern judicial system was carried out and confirmed by the White House, the Congress, and the Supreme Court, and the inhumane hanging that had been abolished for more than half a century.

In order to rebuild the bright flame of America, Edgar Hoover's hanging will be broadcast live in the square of the Supreme Court, in public, and to the world.

Hoover was taken down from the trial table by the bailiffs, he looked in good shape, his face was calm, and he came to the cell and was asked to change into prison clothes and prepare for execution.

As soon as the door of the cell closed, his body trembled suddenly, and pieces of indigo scales rose in waves, wavy on his old face and clothes, and his body shrank rapidly, suddenly changing back to Raven's appearance.

"It's a good performance, I think imitation should also be one of your abilities, your look and tone are not bad at all, and you didn't make a sound in such a big scene."

Eric and Emma sat in the room in their suits, and Hoover himself was lying on the floor tied up in a black-and-white striped prison uniform, his mouth tightly closed, his eyes bulging, and the right side of his face no longer twitching wildly, but lying motionless as if his face was paralyzed.

"I regretted it as soon as I came! The crying and screaming of the original plan were useless, and I was still too nervous..."

Raven hung his head lonely, as if he thought that another one would be better.

She kicked Hoover in the stomach and asked Emma:

"Is he stupid now, why doesn't he speak, and this guy is also reformed, can he be hanged?"

Emma smiled and shook her long golden hair that curled up a beautiful arc, and said casually:

"I sealed his language function, and in order to let Mr. Director understand all this, I deliberately 'gentle, without hurting his brain, Zora gave him a potion, and his current body is not as good as before the serum transformation."

Director Hoover, who was eventually brought to James by Bucky, was telepathically robbed of all the core memories by the White Queen, and Emma said that she suffered after the end

Unprecedented "spiritual pollution".

Except for the "Wolf Plague" plan, all the hundreds of evil deeds announced are all the real acts of Hoover over the past 40 years, which can be called an encyclopedia of political dark means.

Intimidation, surveillance, detention, assassination, planting... Even when President Roosevelt was about to overhaul the FBI and remove Hoover after he had just been re-elected for his fourth term, he secretly used drugs to disguise himself as a cerebral hemorrhage and died unexpectedly.

He actually holds the ghosts of the two American presidents in his hands.

"Alright, it's time, let him out."

Eric didn't look at Hoover, who couldn't even bite his tongue in the face of all this with his eyes wide open, and the three of them strode out of the Supreme Court's cell and came to the open square outside, which had been cut off by the armed forces by a human wall and barricades.

James Howlett stood in the best viewing position directly opposite, with Steve and Bucky and others, waiting for the final "viewing ceremony".

"Eric."

Follow Emma all the way through the crowd of people who actively avoided it, and Mr. Lanshel, who had just stood beside James, listened to his father's unobtrusive soft call, leaned forward and leaned over:

"Daddy."

"Well, the child's name, have you thought of it?"