MTL - Marvel Reverses Wolverine-Chapter 24 entering

  Chapter 24 Entering Hua

Rose O'Hara has been obediently staying in James' study room. She is a smart girl. Although her lips turn white in fright when she hears all kinds of ghosts crying and howling in the manor square outside the window, she is very good. Controlled my curiosity.

She even took out a shotgun in the study, inspected it skillfully, loaded the bullet, and loaded it. There are not many daily entertainment activities in the manor, and James is very open-minded and dotes on O'Hara, so she often goes out Hunting on horseback.

  At this moment, O'Hara was leaning against the secret door leading to the basement, nervously listening to the movement outside.

  Boom!

The window was suddenly smashed by a disconsolate figure, a small but fat ugly man fell on the floor of the study, dusty dust covered the man's pale, black and bloodshot face, he hurriedly got up In a blink of an eye, he saw a tall girl trembling nervously.

   Hiss!

Marcus's brains have never been spinning so fast. In fact, he has no other choice at this moment. This monster-like Mr. Howlett runs on the walls of the manor, as if walking on the ground, no slower than him. After James punched him, he was blasted into the room. Apart from taking a human as a hostage, he couldn't think of any way to delay and save his life.

boom! boom!

The shotgun in the girl's hand blasted at him resolutely, the impact on his chest slowed down his killing speed, he only paused for a moment, the fangs in his mouth grew a little longer, and rushed towards the man who dared to shoot at him even faster woman.

At this moment, the wall of the room seemed to be blown up by a shell, earth and rocks splashed, and a hole a person's height was broken, and these bricks and rocks hit Marcus as if they had eyes, and he was rumbled and buried in the ground. over the wall.

  James rushed in immediately after, seeing that O'Hara was fine, he was relieved.

  Looking at the vampire buried in the mound, he raised his palm slowly, and pressed it down slowly.

The vampire Marcus wanted to scream in pain, but his throat was only bleeding. James covered it with his palm, using his own limit ability to arouse the dark energy, but avoided the head, almost It destroyed the whole body of the vampire's bones and tissues, stubble protruded from all limbs, all internal organs were shattered, and some foul-smelling black blood slowly emerged from below.

   After a while, even with the vampire's self-healing ability, it will be difficult to regain mobility.

  Late at night.

James settled down, and comforted O'Hara by the fireplace in the bedroom. He felt sorry for O'Hara being frightened in this way, and he also blamed himself for not having dealt with all the enemies earlier, so he kept his hand to hone his kung fu. .

Little O'Hara whimpered and leaned on James' shoulder. She looked good, with a smile on her lips. There were not many opportunities to be by James' side like this. She was a big hearted girl, and after going through this night, she didn't Nothing serious, just chanting from time to time "It's so scary", "Thanks to the young master", "Young master, you are so amazing!"

   "Gun, is it useful?"

  Victor was leaning against the door, still smiling obnoxiously. Although his figure was getting more and more exaggerated now, he walked silently as if he had grown a meat pad. Except for James, it is difficult for ordinary people to notice.

  O'Hara glanced up at Victor, rolled her eyes, and ignored him.

   "Is it closed, Victor?" James asked softly.

  Victor snorted haughtily as an answer, and then said, "Don't **** my prey from now on."

   "If you can handle it."

   James' unsalty answer made Victor grit his teeth, he turned and left without saying a word.

  ……………

Helena is a newly emerging town. Just recently, people have been rumored to have found gold here. Many cowboys, explorers, gold diggers, and criminals gathered in this way. Of course, they also brought bars and restaurants. , Hotel people. Gold mining fever is like the "industrialization drives urbanization" of this era.

A group of black-clothed riders has been staying in the largest and only hotel in the town for two or three days. None of them could come out again.

"How many days?" Adam said lazily, as if he had just woken up. He has a long and narrow complexion and a narrow nose. He looks like a snake, but he has a strange and charming beauty, leaning against the back of the chair He kept drinking the bright red liquid in the goblet.

   "It's been three days, Master." Responding to the words, he looked at the sky outside, and it was already evening.

   "Marcus was too late. If Valdoma hadn't lied, they shouldn't be able to come back."

"you do not believe me!"

   "Ha, my lovely sister." Adam shook his head and continued.

"I didn't believe it at first, I thought, that was a stupid excuse you made for your own failure. But Marcus is a cunning and fearful guy, and he brought eighteen saints, even the Holy See's hunter lair , it shouldn’t be that none of them came to meet up.”

   "But master...how could it be..." said the vampire who had been bowing beside him in disbelief.

   "How can there be someone who can defeat and kill my saints with bare hands, man. Is it?"

   Plop!

   "Don't dare! This subordinate doesn't mean that! This subordinate doesn't dare to doubt the master's strength at all!" The blood servant who was standing there suddenly knelt down on one knee, his head sank deeply, and he explained in a panic.

  Adam ignored the servant's confession, his pupils shrank even sharper, and he remained silent for a while, while Wadoma on the side hesitated to speak, and did not dare to speak.

   "Wait no more, the war has already begun, Davis, an idiot, still wants to defeat Lincoln by himself, hum! Go back to Cedar Mountain and call all the saints on the mainland."

   "Yes, Master Adam." The servant hurriedly got up to arrange things. Wadoma, who was holding a wine glass, looked a bit bitter, and she looked even more disgusting when she looked mean.

   "The Canadian Howlett doesn't care?" She still couldn't help asking Adam.

   "Let your human servants check it carefully." Then he explained to himself: "It won't be an ordinary human, and it can't be a human. It's very likely to be the same as us..."

  Adam seems to be recalling something in his eyes. He has lived for a long time, and he has glimpsed the reality of the world.

  …………

   Howlett Manor, underground palace practice room.

   um... um...

James picked up a giant hollow lead ball with a diameter of one meter. This is a special shot put weighing 1,500 kilograms. The shot put infused with a certain amount of mercury made a low and heavy roar under his vigorous rotation. Non-stop, with no fixed direction, or sliding, or striding, or stepping, the shot put was rubbed to the shoulder by him from time to time, and then shook up and held by the palm of the hand. No matter how exaggerated and weird the movement was, the ball moved smoothly and freely. Not stagnant.

The battle where the vampires attacked was the first time he had the opportunity to truly let go of his fists and fight the enemy after he came to this world. This also allowed him to quickly find the last bit of inspiration for transparency, although However, the real feeling of the body cannot be brought by memory.

These years, James has been stuck at the peak of dark energy, only a little bit short of the strength on the top of his head. Although he often fights with Victor, he is always short of a real murderous aura. None of the martial arts masters can rely on ease. Made it through hard work alone.

   Clang!

James suddenly punched the giant shot put. The lead, mercury, and mercury that had been rotating at high speed in the ball were forced to brake immediately by the force of the punch. For a moment, all the force seemed to disappear, and the shot put no longer rotated. Even the inertia disappeared, and it just stopped there steadfastly, but the long sound like a morning bell echoed in the practice room.

  He felt a chill on the top of his head, his scalp shrank, and he rushed out with a little strength.

   Kung Fu is just like that.

  (end of this chapter)