"Tell me about it."

James pinched his eyebrows, he tried to open up his solidified "spiritual fortress" a little more, and after relaxing his mind, he gradually "saw" Professor Charles Xavier in a preppy sweater.

"Sir, you have some psychic power?"

On the roof of the castle, James was playing with a clump of grass rising from the bluestone railing, and the image of Professor Charles in front of him was equivalent to a kind of mental hallucination.

Charles has grown some beard in recent years, looks like a scholar in his forties, and his blue eyes are still so bright. Although it is not as chic as the original long hair, it is full of maturity at this age.

"Not really, it's just that the spiritual realm is no longer as barrier as before, and I can open a small door in a controlled way, so let's continue to talk about this visitor."

James and Mr. Professor both leaned down, elbows leaning against the stone stacks and looking out at the sunrise over the valleys and plains in the distance, chatting idly. "The monitoring system of the extraterrestrial orbit satellite detected an unknown flying object protruding into the Earth from the outer atmosphere, and the coordinates landed on the outskirts of Kansas, Missouri, and it happened that at that location, there was a strange case of missing children last night.....

James listened silently, and looked downstairs just in time to see a young blonde man with huge wings on his back wandering on the lawn outside the old mansion. Warren is a bit relaxed and relaxed in the countryside, and is full of interest in everything in the old mansion and castle.

「... Iago' is a large number of eyewitness clues, from the memories of some of the playground staff or restaurant waiters they came into contact with many years ago, through these brief memory perspectives, I see that Lady Meredith and this man who appeared out of thin air are indeed very much in love."

「..... It is almost certain that the child named Peter Quayle is no longer on Earth, and of course, the possibility of being killed and destroyed cannot be ruled out... Meredith Quayle's brain cancer is also suspicious, and the family's scientific team is re-autopsiing her body."

After a while, James blinked after hearing all the ins and outs, and said with a half-mocking smile:

"It sounds like a story of a father finding his son, and it can even be mixed into some 'Romeo and Juliet' bloody plots.

The mental illusion projected by Charles pursed his lips and smiled along with the body of the brain wave amplification chamber thousands of miles away, and he stroked the smooth top of his skull, and also added it with some amusement.

"A noble prince or a nobleman from an alien planet fell in love with an earthling, but had to leave her to return to his destiny, and when he came back a few years later, his lover died, so he took his own flesh and blood with him. Hehehe... Sir, if we were all such 'third type contact' events with aliens, then we wouldn't have to be so nervous."

"Hahahaha, that's... Try a different script for a horror movie?"

James grinned, the spring breeze blowing the ends of his hair, and a pair of eagle-like eyes suddenly condensed.

「... Maybe the woman found something, or maybe this alien had a reason to let her die, if Ms. Quayle's death was really related to Iago, then the child's disappearance was likely to be directly removed, if it was looted and taken away... On the contrary, it is even more weird."

"Keep digging deeper, work hard for you, and screen all the footprints of this visitor to Earth! Use as many pieces as you can to try to piece together Igo's experiences on Earth."

James Howlett looked at Professor Charles solemnly, there was silence in his dark eyes, and said coldly:

"Charles, we're just a bunch of natives locked on an isolated island, and some of us... Come and go. Think of the indigenous people of this continent more than 200 years ago."

Mr. Professor put away his relaxed smile, of course he understood that even if this incident was a pure and poignant interstellar love story, the meaning of this... It's hard to dig deeper.

It's as if a person always feels that his house is very safe, but he will never realize that in the dead of night, a stranger is standing in front of the sleeping bed and is silently staring at you...

He may not be visible to you

may walk into your home every night without hindrance, and even the relatives and friends you have always thought have been replaced by another unknown "thing" early.

Burst!

After a while, Professor Charles had just bowed slightly to James and removed the mind projection, when Sun Er Cotter jumped out of a cloud of blue-black smoke and dodged to his side.

Kurt looked at his grandfather looking into the distance alone, as if he had something on his mind.

"Hey, grandpa, I brought Warren, can you see you?"

James turned around and smiled, and said to Kurt's disappointment slightly:

"Let him go and train and live with the reserve members of the wolf pack, everything is according to the rules of the wolf pack, whether he wants to stay or not, stay as long as he wants, let him come and go freely."

"That's... That one... Why don't you teach him yourself?"

Young Master Kurt is still very interesting to this college roommate and best friend he has known since childhood, and he hopes that James can open a small stove for Warren, and even imagines that as soon as Grandpa comes out, he can be reborn immediately.

Rubbing his grandson's hair, James still had reservations about Kurt's "edgy" hairstyle with long bangs, he smiled and put his arm around the little Blue Devil's shoulders and walked downstairs.

"I occasionally give these children who are training something or teach them individually, Warren doesn't have any special treatment, he is a young man with tenacity in his heart, but it is not something that he realizes and is given by others...... ＂

"Can't catch it."

Kurt nodded as if he didn't understand, looking at what was faintly thinking in his grandfather's eyes, and his heart was itching a little curious, and before he could ask, James muttered to himself:

"Alien... Alien... I hope there will be a big breakthrough in Hank's research."

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Burgers, fried chicken, pizza, steaks, Chinese food in Chinatown...

Howard Stark pushed the door in very naturally, but he was stunned in place like a lightning strike, shrugged the beard on his lips with wide eyes, and couldn't help but blurt out:

"Oh my God... Dr. Lawson, this, this is all what you eat?"

Old Stark had never seen a face that suddenly shone like a red light and was extremely red.

Wendy Lawson threw down the chopsticks in her hand in a panic, her cheeks bulging and chewing, and she hurriedly pulled up a tissue and wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth, and the huge desk was littered with bags of all kinds of leftover food, and there was even a box of unopened cheese desserts.

Dr. Lawson, who has always been elegant and intellectual, covered his mouth shyly, squeaked like beans in his mouth, and frantically pressed the lunch boxes of various foods into the garbage bin in his hands.

The gray lady's trousers stomped heavily on the short-heeled leather shoes, Wendy Lawson seemed to finally come to her senses, threw away the rectangular carton with a little fried noodles left at the end, looked at Howard Stark viciously, and said with hatred in her eyebrows:

"Stark! Who let you in! Why don't you knock on the door?"

"Oh oh oh! Hug, sorry Dr. Lawson... I'm so sorry! I, uh..."

He was standing at the door of his office in a daze, at a loss, when he heard Wendy Lawson's screaming, he suddenly felt a stir, and he rubbed the hem of his suit and apologized.

After three or four years of working with Dr. Lawson, Howard had never noticed that this wise and elegant lady had such a tigress appearance, and for a moment she was as restrained as a child who had made a mistake.

"What's the matter?"

Lawson crossed his waist with his left hand, straightened his hair with his right hand, and glared at Stark again in anger, his warm cheeks still red, but not as bright as before.

"Yes, it's the test of the trapped microwave to propulsion that has been successful, your dark energy-driven model has been successful, Dr. Lawson, and we're one step closer to the actual testing of the engine!"

Lawson's face turned slightly pale, the blush on his face gradually fell, and he nodded slowly with his arms crossed.

"I'll be in the lab in a moment, thanks to Dr. McCoy and the team he brought...... That one

I am... I've been too tired from doing research lately, and I have a better appetite."

She finally spoke, her voice getting quieter, and she looked down at the tip of her shoe and said no more. But Mr. Stark hurriedly made up for it and laughed heartily:

"Of course, of course! I've seen a biological study that says that the most energy-intensive organ in humans is actually our brain, and in a state like yours that does a lot of research and calculations every day, the amount of energy needed is naturally huge!"

Wendy Lawson nodded in satisfaction, approvingly acknowledged Mr. Stark's words, put on his research coat and walked with him to the core laboratory of the Pegasus Project.

「..... Seriously, Wendy, you looked like you couldn't eat those anymore, oops! I'm sorry..."

As the lab's airtight doors slowly opened, Hank McCoy could faintly hear Old Stark's joking words and Dr. Lawson's strange voice.

But the bright yellow pupils were still staring at the operation of the test model for a moment, and the marker pen held by the beast's claws drew a series of formulas on the whiteboard from time to time.

"Ten years ago, an inventor in the United States, well... It's like Robert Cook, who patented an engine that supposedly converts centrifugal force into linear motion."

Mr. Stark, who walked up to Hank, said with high spirits:

「...... At the very beginning of the development of the engine, we proposed the direction of electromagnetic drive, through which trapped microwaves can be converted into thrust, but neither concept was successfully proven, because both violated the law of conservation of momentum, until the dark energy of the material state extracted from the Rubik's Cube was discovered!"

Hank looked up and said hello to the two, he first tried to make the engine of a supersonic fighter when he was in the equipment research and development department of the CIA, whether it is an ordinary civil aircraft or a space rocket, it can only be lifted off by the combustion propulsion of reserve energy.

For example, more than 70% of the weight of the rockets sent to Mars is carried on liquid hydrogen fuel. Modern propellant tanks are too large for interstellar flight, and the Lightspeed Engine solves this problem perfectly with particle accelerators.

To put it simply, engines work by using the law that mass changes at the speed of light, such as the particle accelerator at Europe's Large Hadron Collider, which uses electromagnets recovered around the engine to emit tiny particles at high speeds.

Based on initial design speculation, the Lightspeed Engine could not reach the speed of light, but its theoretical limit was that it could produce thrust up to 99% of the speed of light. However, this assumption, while not destroying Einstein's theory of relativity, violates Newton's laws of motion and violates the laws of physics.

Howard Stark's initial calculations stated that the engine would have to be 200 meters long and 12 meters wide to work, and that it would need to generate 165 megawatts of energy to produce one newton of thrust, which is equivalent to the force generated by an entire power generator to propel a kilogram of mass per second squared acceleration.

It was not until Stark researched the seized Hydra energy module and Dr. Lawson's unique engine design that he finally put this super engine that touched the physical boundary and even "magic" into reality.

"Mr. Stark, in a few months you will be ready for a test flight, and the test pilot candidates you have provided are truly talented... I was going to find mutant pilots in the group who have special neuroreflexes to do the test."

Hank said in a muffled voice like a beast, and he glanced at Dr. Lawson, who didn't seem to be looking forward to the test flight of the actual aircraft.

"Carol Danfoss is the test pilot discovered and finalized by Dr. Lawson, and she has been extremely successful in operating the F-16 supersonic fighter, but she did not expect that your group's shuttle will stimulate the potential of Lieutenant Danfoss.

Mr. Stark was kind enough to help Dr. Lawson explain that he had noticed that something was wrong with the lady, and that the experiment was getting smoother and smoother these days, but she was getting more and more preoccupied.

Hank admired Mr. Stark very much when he first joined the research work when he was young, and the two got along very well during this time when they had the opportunity to cooperate, he grabbed the indigo mane on his chin and said casually with a sharp grin

：

"It's just that it relies on the material specificity of vibranium and the super strength of the Rubik's Cube energy to reach speeds of tens of Machs, and the supersonic vehicles used by the Howlett Group and the 'Whip of Order' do not have particularly outstanding engine technology."

"As for the speed of light... That's more than 880,000 times the speed of sound..."

"Ho! Of course, we can't do that, although theoretically 99 percent of the speed of light... Hehe, it's good to have a practical limit of two or three percent, and when it comes to sailing with a transstar coefficient of hundreds or even tens of millions of light-years away, you still have to consider the curvature engine, Dr. Lawson, ahem, Wendy?"

Mr. Stark and Hank chatted for a long time, and finally reminded Wendy Lawson when he didn't look very serious, and secretly wondered if the lady had eaten too much......

"The curvature engine is much simpler than this!"

Dr. Lawson snapped back to his senses, and the ghost made a surprise utterance.