"Mr. Howlett... What do you mean?"

In the empty conference room on the top floor of the Empire State Building, Mr. Howard Stark's mind went blank, and he had no clue about James' question.

He shrugged his cheeks, and finally, he froze in his chair and didn't say anything more.

The elder Stark is an out-and-out traditional scientist, except for the carefree and casual and even a bit of prodigal personality when he was young.

Pride is deeply engraved in his bones.

Although his son Tony is extremely disgusted with his father's arbitrariness and conceit, he does not realize that he is actually the most obsessive father.

Nowadays, the occult and various myths and legends around the world continue to attract more and more attention from scientific practitioners, and people have shaken or tried to find a new perspective on pure and rigorous scientific concepts.

But Mr. Stark is still very old-fashioned and sticks to his own scientific path.

Hiss...

Dense dots of sparks burned into round clusters of light, rustling and burning out wisps of smoke.

James sat on the quaint stone table, pinched his cigar with three fingers and took a deep breath, staring at Stark for a long time, not realizing how much pressure his silence had put on the other party.

Boom...

"—the Rubik's Cube can be lent to you."

As Mr. Stark's Adam's apple stirred deeply, James suddenly came back to his senses and said simply.

He got up and sat back in the high-backed chair above him, his fingertips tapping his cigar, the question about how the god king Odin viewed the Rubik's Cube of the universe seemed to be more like a self-oriented question, not caring if Howard Stark could really give an answer.

James continued with a natural expression:

"I want you to be involved in all the research results and technologies related to the energy of the Rubik's Cube in the universe, and the scientific team of the Howlett Group will send personnel to join the Pegasus Project, and ensure that our scientists are always involved in the research process of the Rubik's Cube..."

James took one last puff of his cigar and then extinguished the butt and leaned back.

"—is there a problem?" "Nope!"

Old Mr. Stark replied dryly, even with some impatience.

He also seemed to realize that his busy appearance was not appropriate, pursed his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly, and explained with a twitch of his thin chin:

"With your pretending to shirk and pour, hehe, it's really meaningless, sir's real status in this country or even in this world... I understand a little, you didn't do 'Napoleon', already ... It's magnanimous enough."

James waved his hand helplessly and smiled, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of the apocalypse, he would rather continue to hide behind the scenes.

As he sat on the towering megalithic throne in the pyramid city, loneliness, numbness, and an eerie sense of emptiness haunted him like maggots on his tarsal bones.

All the living beings are prostrate at their feet, they look up to you with incomparably noble and awe-struck eyes, and when they look up at the world, there is only the sky and the earth, as if they were the only ones left in the sky.

It was only at the last moment that N-Saba Noor finally removed the pale mask that had been shackled in the depths of his heart.

And James Howlett didn't want to be him.

"Hehe... You won't be at a loss, my scientific team and all aspects of hardware configuration will be of great help to the Pegasus Project, and the Cosmic Cube has always been in my hands, to be honest, the results and technologies that you can exceed expectations are probably not there."

"Although Mr. Stark has not agreed to join the Howlett Group in years, I think this is a good start to the cooperation between the two parties."

Standing up and shaking hands with old Stark for the last time, James' eyes lit up, and he asked casually with a homely smile:

"Your son, Tony, how old is this year?"

Howard didn't expect that the two people who met on this day cared about his unconscious son, Dr. Lawson, who was a working partner and knew Tony well.

But this gentleman, not only does he know that he has a son, but he can even mention Tony's name? This made Stark's head feel like it had been struck by lightning.

"Ten, seventeen, just graduated from MIT, hey... When the child grows up, it's like he's changed, and he doesn't like to take care of me."

Howard stammered a few words, but looking at James' understanding nod and chuckle, he felt a lot more relaxed.

The short few minutes of meeting Mr. Howlett today completely overturned the stereotyped assumptions of this character who had been dressed in many mythical halos.

Old Stark seemed to understand why Mr. and Mrs. Rogers never spoke of this gentleman with too much solemnity, as if he were one of the most trustworthy elders in the family.

"Ho ho, I also have a daughter, and I've always been very close, but... Love to cause trouble, worry, very worrying..."

The two finally opened up at the end of the conversation, and the child brought the two fathers closer to each other, and before leaving the door, Stark paused, and after no longer being so reserved, he asked:

"Do you think Odin hid the Cosmic Cube on Earth... For what?" James raised his eyebrows, his stature was a head taller than the old Stark, and the tall and burly young man patted the thin old gentleman on the shoulder, and said in a meaningful voice:

"Mr. Stark, I think so, the Cosmic Cube is not a necessary power for Odin, and it makes him have to care about some more complex issues... I wish you all the best in your research project."

.........

"Sir, Mr. Stark has been sent downstairs, do you need to do anything on your schedule for the rest of the day?"

"Viper," Miss Ophelia Green asked, leaning over to the side, her slightly upturned eyebrows always looking a little aggressive, but her eyes were as gentle as water, but they turned back and forth impressively.

"No need Miss Green, I rarely come to the group, thank you for your tea. The Viper is a very ambitious force, I hope you can master it, and I will participate in the children's 'school sports day', and I will meet again."

James smiled meaningfully, generously admiring the unique beauty of this young lady, his eyes gradually swelled with blood-red light, and his black hair slowly fluttered and suddenly rose into the air.

The ceiling of the lobby at the top of the Empire State Building suddenly opened a huge hollow portal, and the surging evil energy and life energy around James when he flew off was no longer as fierce as before, and even the wind pressure that broke the sound barrier was many times smaller than before.

Miss Viper watched the man break through the air with burning eyebrows, and her cheeks couldn't help but flush.

"Men conquer the world, and women conquer men. This.... It's not ambitious, is it?"

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"Shhhhhh Call... Hush... Whew..."

A small, sleek, single-family building in Queens, New York, near the suburbs, the wide backyard is not like most houses in the neighborhood with pools or cosy gazebo gardens.

A young man with strange red glasses stood on a bluestone slab with his feet open, squatting and walking, his hands resting on his lower abdomen, and his undulating posture seemed to be riding a horse pacing slowly.

Around the yard are a variety of boxing target stakes, as well as barbell stone locks and other strength training equipment, which is particularly peculiar and abrupt in this well-to-do community.

The young man's naked upper body was clear and muscular, and he wore a pair of baggy black sweatpants, and a timer next to him showed that two and a half hours had passed.

He breathed in a rhythm of varying lengths, sometimes rapid and sometimes sluggish, and suddenly he let out a long breath and leaned back, standing upside down with his hands on the ground.

Steadily changed to a one-handed handstand and tilted his body, and when he fell, he relied on the strength of his waist and abdomen to condense into a force, and he was reborn and pulled back.

I repeatedly changed multiple angles and exercised for more than a dozen rounds, without leaving a drop of sweat from beginning to end.

"Scott! Let's go, hurry, put on your clothes, when you get to the academy, it's time for you to train, hahaha, stinky boy, don't shout bitterness when the time comes!

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Alex Summers laughed heartily, and casually threw the jacket hanging on the wooden stake next to his brother to his brother, although the words were urging, but the happy look on his face was difficult to suppress.

"Hmm... I still want to make up for my homework, I'm already sixteen years old, brother, and it's too late to wake up.... My peers in the academy will have many years of professional training and targeted learning than me, do you think I will take classes with a group of seven or eight-year-old children......

Scott pressed the black-rimmed glasses with dark red lenses, which were more like some kind of sports goggles than ordinary sunglasses, covering the space around the eye sockets.

The anxious and whining-sounding look was revealed by the raised corners of his mouth, and little Mr. Summers puffed out his chest like a proud rooster, holding his neck high and enjoying the excitement of his parents pushing his suitcase for him.

"You're a late bloomer, the awakening level of the fourth-level alpha vertex, it's okay, buddy!"

Once known as the most explosive executive in the "Whip of Order" in the transcendent realm, Mr. Summers "Shockwave" is no longer the hairy boy of the year.

Now, after changing the new department, instead of becoming more idle, it is more busy and mysterious.

But the day when his younger brother Scott finally awakened his mutant ability and entered the "Super British Academy", Alex couldn't miss it anyway.

While reaching out and rubbing Scott's short dark brown hair, he introduced some basic information about the academy with a big grin.

"The daily knowledge and culture classes in the academy are no worse than those Ivy schools, I taught you the art of evolution many years ago, and now your level of practice is not much worse than that of students of the same age, well... In the first two years, you may have to make up for some theoretical knowledge of supernatural powers, and most of the children who awaken in their teens do not need to ......."

The two walked out of the house talking, and the Summers hugged and kissed Scott and chattered as if their children were going on a college trip.

"Roar! I've wanted to sit on this for a long time and feel the real push back feeling... Hey, man, can you go around the west before you go?"

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