Soon it was the bicentennial of the founding of the United States, and Richard Nixon won the election as the Republican nominee and became the thirty-eighth president of the United States.

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

He was well aware that if Robert Kennedy had not pushed it off, he would have been able to serve four consecutive terms as president Roosevelt did.

After all, the rule that the president had to serve two consecutive terms was originally strongly promoted by Republicans in the fifties after President Roosevelt's death.

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

So the gentleman who overlooks the White House doesn't nod, and no matter how much of these small means in the election campaign is, it is useless.

Mr. President, who had just completed the inauguration ceremony and the relevant handover a few days ago, did not ride in the conspicuous Army No. 1 presidential car, but was accompanied by a White House special services convoy in disguise and personally arrived at the Howlett mansion on Long Island, New York.

Howard Stark, who lives in the same prime manor villa area, is arguing over the phone with his company deputy, Obatia Stanley.

His six-year-old son, Anthony Edward Stark, is fiddling in the yard with a V8 engine with an internal combustion engine cylinder that is about to be completed.

"Dad... Father! I made it, I made it Dad! ”

Stark Jr. glanced at the black Cadillac motorcade passing in front of the manor, and ran excitedly towards the house, where he wanted to share the news with his father.

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

"It's... This is indeed a lot of share from the mouth of the Howlett Group... Hush... Tony, wait a minute, Daddy has something going on right now..."

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

“… Anton Vanke's matter was a huge mistake at the beginning, and the Ark palladium reactor was temporarily put on hold, but Obatia, if one day we want to really surpass Horlite Industries, we must rely on Ark technology! ”

Howard pressed the button on his mobile phone and complained about the black rectangular box that was still heavy in his hand.

"Dad... I assembled the V8 engine! ”

More often than not, Young Master Stark, who was called Tony by his father and family, flashed his long eyelashes, and said as he tugged at the corner of Howard's clothes.

"Stinky boy! Let's go and see if you look like you're tinkering! ”

Unconcerned that his son's oil-stained little black hands stained his suit, Mr. Stark grabbed Tony and ran out of the hospital.

Father and son listened to the motorcycles equipped with engines, rhythmically sounding the characteristic roar of power as the cylinders staggered, and Howard grinned and called out to his wife, Maria, to take pictures of them.

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

Now, just a few months after turning six, the young prodigy in mechanical engineering has tinkered with a professional V8 engine for cars and motorcycles, and it is running well.

Howard looked at the black oil stain on his son's face, maybe the Ark technology couldn't find a suitable direction at the moment, but one day, he hoped that his son could inherit his wish.

A little further east, near Long Island's best beach, President Richard Nixon's motorcade finally passed through the openwork iron gates of the Howlett Mansion to the front of the main building.

During the Eisenhower era, Nixon held the title of the youngest vice president in American history at the age of 40, wondering whether he could successfully become the youngest Mr. President.

But after two consecutive terms as vice president, Nixon and John F. Kennedy, who was popular at the time, lost the race for governor of California again.

Continuing to watch Robert Kennedy serve three more terms as president, especially in the past ten years of the United States and the whole world, Richard Nixon still did not give up.

Since the chase of the times has chosen a new power, he strives to keep America going

Leading the way.

Mr. Howlett, who looked excessively young, was not arrogant, and President Nixon thought that he would sit for a moment in the living room of the mansion, which was more than half a century old, and wait for him like his own subordinates.

But James Howlett walked out of the main gate of the manor just as the president's car was parked, and smiled and sat down with Nixon in the parlor as if he were an ordinary guest visiting the family.

……

"Mr. Howlett, I'm here this time..."

Nixon had met James in the fifties as vice president, and at that time the gentleman disguised himself as "James II."

“… As you know, the concept of the 'Evolutionary, is now universalized, and due to pressure from the United States, in addition to the usual economic and arms competition, the major powers are also digging deeper into the supernatural forces, and gradually pulling up their own official supernatural organizations..."

James listened to the eloquent talk of this Mr. President, who came to "worship the mountain gate" as soon as he took office, and there was one purpose in his words.

“… We often fall into passivity in some local conflicts and frictions outside the country, as well as intelligence warfare, which is also a problem that I have just learned about the military report that needs to be solved urgently. ”

In order to make the atmosphere more harmonious, Mr. President took a cigar from James and tried to smoke it, he was not too interested in cigars, but the one in his mouth smelled inexplicably comfortable.

"Absolutely."

James took two puffs and said cheerfully, Mr. President blinked, this was a little different from the plan he had thought before he came, he was worried about whether this Mr. Howlett had some other extremely harsh conditions.

"As long as they are not forcibly recruited for any reason, they are persuaded to choose whether to join the military and government agencies through treatment, contracts, etc., of course, there is no problem."

Mr. President pondered for a moment, then said tentatively, "That... Can the Federation open some more transcendent colleges? ”

"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, purely to lure evolutionaries in, and then secretly do living research."

James sat up slightly straight, and President Nixon, who will be seventy years old in a few years, was not very comfortable feeling the oppressive force of the inexplicable gathering from this young and handsome man, and listened to this gentleman's gaze and said:

"In a few years, evolutionaries will be able to truly enter various industries and classes, giving birth to corresponding social and ecological environments, but until then, this... That's my bottom line. ”

President Nixon left with a sudden sense of boredom, a country that, at least during his tenure, would have developed without waves, and that the contradictions between the great powers would not be as acute as the Cold War.

Because of the American evolutionary policy, they have dealt more with the mutant population in their own country.

Countries and organizations that try to tie chains around the necks of mutants and domesticate them into tools have to consider that in such a privileged environment as evolutionary life in the United States, mutants in their own countries may have a serious tendency to explode.

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

Now, a new competition has begun in the realm of supernatural power.

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

A white man wrapped in a black cloak, holding a picture of a triangle and a circle, asks the shopkeeper for antique items.

"Well... En Saba Noor! ”

Professor Kallis Jackson was a scholar of ancient Egyptian history, but he did not speak Arabic very well, and the ancient Egyptian language had long since died out.

The typical English scholar often came from a wealthy family and left a rich inheritance from his ancestors, which allowed him to study unprofitable history, and ancient Egyptian history.

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

More than 10 years ago, when the mutants made their first official appearance in the world, the professor wrote to the "X-Men" who led the "X-Men" at that time

Professor Charles Xavier, in which he mentions a discovery that he has long been puzzled about, hidden in the sands of history.

Unfortunately, no reply was received from any Professor Xavier at the time.

Before mutants became widely known, Professor Jackson's research was long regarded as a laughing stock in the academic community, and he believed that a "god" named En Shaba Noor had ruled over the valley of the two rivers for more than 3,000 years BC.

The pyramid was built by him waving his hand into sand and stone for a miracle, and the Egyptian pharaohs not only imitated the architectural shape of the pyramid, but also imitated the costumes and cultural rituals from his body.

"Saranasib, Nasib!"

The antique shopkeeper pointed to a few thin black men passing by, and motioned to be there, and Jackson looked at it suspiciously, his eyes lit up.

On their necks, they are tattooed with those pyramid-like triangular patterns, which after years of research by Mr. Professor, which means -

Apocalypse.