MTL - Marvel Reverses Wolverine-Chapter 73 Admissions and the Manhattan Project

  Chapter 73 Admissions and the Manhattan Project

  Since Japan’s surprise attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941, the United States declared war on Japan the next day, officially involved in World War II.

   But the outbreak of World War II plunged American education into a full-blown crisis. With so many people enlisting in the military, the demand for skilled labor increased dramatically.

  This created a huge demand for worker training industries, especially in technical disciplines, and some community colleges added two-year degree programs and developed into business schools.

  So some teachers decided to leave their jobs and turned to other fields of work in order to obtain higher income, which made most middle schools have to face a helpless problem-not enough teachers.

  But the real "noble" high schools, the colleges with close ties to the Ivy League schools, don't have such problems.

  Meister Middle School was established in the 1870s. It is located in the outskirts of New York. It only takes 30 minutes to drive to the city center and is closer to Long Island.

  Today is Eric Lanshere's enrollment day. Meister Middle School is a seven-year coeducational college that combines junior and senior high schools. The probability of students graduating and entering the Ivy League is more than 60%.

  James brought the bones of Eric's mother and son and his father back to New York, and buried them in the Fincliffe Cemetery. The surrounding environment is excellent, and many celebrities and important figures are buried here.

   Eric Lanshere and his mother Etie were very grateful for this. The mother and son, who had lost their country and their family, were terrified of James' invitation. This ordinary Jewish woman only had a simple sense of gratitude and never thought of refusing.

  Outside the window of the car, the carved iron gate covered with wisteria flowers came into view of Meister College. Eric felt a little worried. He knew some English, and his father Jacob had been doing business in the UK.

  After arriving in New York, with the help of the tutor hired by Mr. Howlett, he took three months of language and part of the subject knowledge that American middle schools need to master.

Before the war broke out, the Lansheres paid more attention to their children's education, so they had a good foundation, but after several years of displacement and concentration camp life, Eric could only be two grades younger than his current age, and entered the second grade of middle school. .

  He unconsciously smoothed out his short dark brown hair. His thin face was much plumper than in the concentration camp, but his chin and cheeks were still narrow.

   His eyes dodged a little from the students who were pointing at the car and discussing excitedly, and his palms were sweating a lot while holding the schoolbag.

James glanced at Eric, smiled and said with some understanding: "I forgot to change the car, this car is a bit different, Randy, I will send Eric to school in the future and drive a more common car .”

  Mr. Driver nodded and said yes, the Howlett family manufactures many car brands, and has acquired and controlled many European car companies such as Mercedes-Benz in Germany, Bentley in the UK, Aston Martin and so on.

   Every year, brands in the United States and Europe will hand-build a new model of the next-generation car concept and send it to the headquarters of Howlett Group.

  James’ housekeeper and service team will select a few vehicles as his daily transportation.

   "No, no sir, actually I can go to school by bicycle, it's not far."

  Eric said aloud, he has an extraordinary awe and kindness for James, and he understands in the deepest part of his heart that he is different from many people, but he should be the same as Mr. Howlett, right?

   During this period of time, he often thought in this way.

   "It doesn't matter. It will be very interesting at school, but there will also be troubles. If you have something on your mind, you can talk to your mother more, and of course you can tell me."

James seemed to be in a good mood. It was the first time in his life that he felt sending his children to school. Asazo’s situation could only receive home education since he was a child, and Steve didn’t need it. Although Eric was not his own child, he could still experience it. a bit.

  Eric finally waved to James who was standing by the car. Seeing Mr. Howlett's warm smile, he gained some confidence in his heart, looked around and walked into the teaching dormitory.

  He thought lightly, put his hand into his schoolbag, and the copper school badge automatically jumped to the palm of his hand, and he pinned it to his chest clumsily. This kind of magical power that can affect metal, Eric can already perceive and do it naturally.

  James returned to his manor on Long Island and went directly to the underground space. He continued to look at the mutant experiments and research materials collected from Auschwitz concentration camp, as well as Dr. Erskine's recent research on gene mutations.

He didn't know how this guy named Klaus Schmidt came up with the idea of ​​researching or even creating mutants, but with the support of his huge experimental records, the abilities and potential of mutants were summarized to a certain extent .

   Asazzo searched around under James' orders, and brought back the last few mutant corpses made by Schmidt. James froze them all, and prepared to do further research when Dr. Erskine was free in the future.

  The perfect super serum is about to be prepared successfully, but the proper energy source is still a problem, which is related to the advancement of one's own strength. Be sure to find the best solution.

  New York Ad Hoc Military District, Manhattan Project Central Research Institute.

  James is dressed very old-fashioned, with some camouflage in his hair, which looks a little gray.

He is also leaning on a cane, and deliberately stands in a stooped figure, relying on the basic ability to control the body to reduce his height and frame, making him look less burly, and loosening the skin of his face as much as possible, trying to look like a man with people of a certain age.

  Bruce Howlett is already in his fifties, and he has tried to seldom appear in the outside world for the past two years. If he must meet some outsiders, he has to make some disguises.

  Perfect control over the physical body can adjust one's height and shape to a certain extent, and loosen skin folds a little, but after all, one cannot abruptly change the physical vision of a twenty-five-six-year-old into an old man in his sixties or seventies.

  He has been preparing to use the identity of Bruce Howlett's son for two years, but the name should be James, James II, so get used to it.

Mr. President’s Army No. 1 car slowly parked outside the research institute. Lincoln, the car brand used exclusively by the President of the United States, is one of the brands under Howlitt Manufacturing. Roosevelt actually intended to replace it after he took office, and support some new technologies and manufacturing. industry enterprises.

  But the Manhattan Project made him have to rely on the Howlett family, which caused headaches for the U.S. government.

   "Mr. Howlett, we finally meet."

  Franklin Roosevelt got off the specially designed wheelchair rails, and behind him, the White House secretary pushed him towards the people who greeted him at the door.

   "Yes, Mr. President, it has been a pleasure to communicate with you on the phone many times. I have always hoped to go to the White House to sit down with you and have a good chat."

  James shook hands with President Roosevelt gently. Today is the day when Mr. President came to inspect the Manhattan Project. James was also invited, and the White House has repeatedly expressed that he must come.

Presiding over the entire Manhattan Project and presenting today is Dr. Julius Robert Oppenheimer, a somewhat funny-looking, tall, lanky German Jew, including Alberta Einstein, who completed nuclear weapons theory German Jews.

   No matter what the reason was, Adolf Hitler comprehensively rejected or even massacred the Jewish nation. In addition to gaining the support of the vast majority of the Germanic nation, he pushed many key figures at historical nodes to the opposite side.

  Professor Oppenheimer introduced the current research and development progress of the atomic bomb with great enthusiasm. Today he came here from the Los Alamos laboratory, because the Oak Ridge plant will soon begin to produce the first batch of enriched uranium 235.

  This means that massive resources and dollars will be burned.

  James listened roughly, and soon chatted with President Roosevelt in a relatively private office. He pulled out a cigar box carved from sandalwood and looked at Mr. President.

   "This is the Gaia cigar produced by your family. I have smoked it. It is the best in the world, but the production is very small."

  Roosevelt took one, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and nodded. After seeing that Mr. Howlett had no intention of lighting a cigarette for himself, he fumbled for his own tar lighter and lit it.

   James smiled, he was still a little interested in talking about cigars.

"This is not. Gaia is rare, but there is still a chance to buy it. This is called a golden apple. It is specially made for me to smoke. It is not better. It is just prepared according to my own taste. Occasionally, some old friends will Send some."

  President Roosevelt is not a great cigar smoker, but he tastes mellow and sweet after smoking. It is hard to tell whether it is bitter or sweet. Just like drinking the best coffee, he can enjoy the mellow and full aroma from his bitterness.

  He nodded, and said in a half-joking tone: "Then, are you and I considered friends?"

   "Hehe, of course, I will send it to you regularly in the future."

   James blinked. The last time he smoked and chatted with the President of the United States was more than half a century ago.

  Mr. President leaned his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, moved his buttocks, glanced at Mr. Howlett whose face was vaguely surrounded by smoke, pondered for a moment, and said in a complicated tone.

   "Speaking of friends, the Howlett family has always been friends of the U.S. government. Starting from your father, the U.S. military's various equipment, government projects, and national key economic initiatives are all closely related to Howlett."

  James nodded and grinned. Roosevelt wanted something other than cigars today.

"That's right, the Howlett family started from a farm in Canada. They came to the United States and came to today step by step. They have independently manufactured and completed the technology of internal combustion engines, the popularization and invention of various military and civilian electrical appliances, and computers under research. , I suggest you pay attention to this."

   What President Roosevelt wanted to say was blocked in his throat. The growth of the Howlett family quickly drove the speed of the United States on the track of the industrial revolution in various countries around the world.

  Although he believes that history is not transferred by the power of individuals, the reality is.

  James changed the subject, and continued cordially: "So the Howlett family has always stood with the White House. Under such a situation, they will do their best to contribute a little bit."

   Roosevelt paused and looked at James seriously.

   “The Manhattan Project required a large infusion of funds, as well as continued large quantities of raw uranium ore.”

"How much."

   "At least a billion dollars."

"Can."

   "What do you want."

   James smoked the golden apple, pondered for a moment, and said casually.

   "Nuclear energy research and development qualifications, non-weapons direction, adjustment of some monopoly laws."

  After hearing this, Roosevelt quickly and decisively knocked off the ashes of the cigar, and said in a deep voice, "The first one is fine, but the second one is not."

"make a deal."

  (end of this chapter)