Chapter 243 Twins
Andara Jacobsen, a pretty widow who has turned into a hairless lizard woman, put away her wrinkled green leather chin, lowered her head, and her lavender eyes stared at the dull brown-red stripes on the cheap carpet. He touched the cigarette case again.
"The Kree won?"
The woman took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth, asked indifferently, picked up the flint on the lighter and lit it up, shrugged her shoulders, and skillfully sprayed two clouds of gray smoke from her nostrils.
"That's not true. This group of Kerry **** may have been wiped out, and it seems that star-killing weapons have been dispatched. I haven't investigated the detailed intelligence process, but you know their true horror. They are large-scale Starships and large armies are the Kree's forte."
The lizard man's tone was not enthusiastic, on the contrary, it was low-pitched with a hint of depression.
He picked up the off-white wide-brimmed cowboy hat and buckled it on his head. The weird turquoise triangular face matched with this western cowboy outfit was indescribably weird. He flicked the brim of his hat again and again, and continued with a self-deprecating sneer:
"Hey! The Skrull Empire used to be so powerful. The Cree were just an inferior race that we played with and experimented with. At that time, the Asgardians had just emerged, and the Titans were still 'old and strong' and could be compared with us. But now the empire exists in name only, and there are only a group of interstellar refugees left."
"Mutas, I don't think the Howlett family will definitely lose."
The thoughts and memories in the woman's eyes were fleeting, she brushed off the cigarette ash neatly, folded her slender legs and said seriously:
"In the first few years when I first arrived here, I carefully understood the history and civilization process of this planet. Although the Howlett family is still mysterious today, it is extremely difficult to know their specific information, but it is just a little more for us. It's just kung fu, you know, that 'Wolf Emperor' is very unusual."
The lizard man turned his legs up and down on the coffee table, and continued talking leisurely.
".James Howlett, he is very strong, I know this, and he may even be compared with the strongest Eternal Skrull in our history, 'Eternal Skrull', but that is how?"
"No, it's more than that. Since Howlett started as a businessman more than a hundred years ago, this man has been cunning and calculating step by step to gain power and influence. I don't know whether his personal strength is innate or some kind of acquired transformation. "
The woman pondered hesitantly. Judging from the information she had learned about the rise of the Howlett family and the group, she always felt that James Howlett, the leader of the mutants who was even called the "Emperor", was hiding something. Great unknown secret.
"The mutant race develops socially according to normal intelligent life, just like the racial strife between the transformed Skrulls and the eternal Skrulls in the historical evolution of our race tens of thousands of years ago, they will eventually wipe out the race, welcome to stabilize internal consistency."
".But the racial conflict between humans and mutants not only did not break out, but was almost perfectly kneaded together by this man. He not only has personal force, but also has unfathomable mental skills. Now he has a complete order and rules. And the many extraordinary people around them, even if the Cree want to win, the price they will pay will be unimaginably huge!"
The lizard man silently listened to the woman's long speech, but slowly turned his head away, and said nonchalantly:
"Since the rise of the Kree, have they dealt with very few superhuman individual races? Our race has already suffered from the scarcity of numbers, and there are only so many mutant humans, huh! Not to mention that only some elites among them have real combat value."
The woman still wanted to argue, but the lizard man suddenly widened his eyes, and let out a hoarse growl from his throat.
"The royal family has found the power of the 'Phoenix'!"
“.The ‘Phoenix’? Yu, the son of the universe?”
The half-burned cigarette ash that was bitten in her mouth fell on the female Skrull's legs, and she looked at the man named Mutas in a daze without any expectations, waiting for him to continue to speak more eagerly. go down.
"That's right, you've been hiding for too long, Tessa. It's the power of the supreme Phoenix, also known as the 'Children of the Universe'. Think about it, as super Skrulls, if the royal family can get this The power of those powerful mutants and superhumans on the planet, plus the power of the Phoenix"
Mutas didn't keep her appetite for too long, got up and walked in front of her, bent over to get closer to the thinner and more delicate turquoise cheeks, and whispered softly:
"Our revenge on the Cree, rebuilding the Skrull Empire, and rebuilding our homeland! These are no longer extravagant hopes."
The pretty widow Andara Jakobsen still wanders around from time to time with two young boys, and even married men with families in the town are also itching to mutter about the hook-nosed cowboy who entered the house. Not yet.
After another two cigarettes, with a creak, the door of the widow's house finally opened, and the boys were relieved to see the man strode out in flamboyant shoulder leather boots.
Just as she was about to turn her head and pretend to be casually strolling, she saw Ms. Jacobsen walking out with a small travel bag, and got into the car with the man twisting her beautiful lines that made people upset.
Until the Raptor drove off-road and could no longer see the tail lights, the pretty widow never looked back at the town.
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"Angel" Warren has always had a typical "expressive personality". The more people pay attention to him, the better his state, and the excitement will increase.
Looked at the buddy Kurt on the sidelines, as well as Laura and Jean Grey, and also encountered his old enemy these days, the messy-haired young wolf youth who broke one of his wings.
Warren fluttered up and down, as if imitating the wings of a bird, the arms suddenly made a sharp chirping sound.
The body slanted strangely, like a swift, piercing towards the blind spot of the young man with messy hair, slashing with the backhand palm knife from the lower right, chopping off a strand of brown-red long hair while vibrating and trembling.
"Hey! You hid pretty fast, Remus, forgot, it's Remus II."
Looking at the messy-haired young man named Remus II with raised brows, Warren looked on with a lucky boy, and once again bullied him with vigor.
However, Remus's precise combat awareness seemed to always predict Warren's elusive footsteps.
Always avoiding the slash by a tiny bit and coming to the palm, there is a huge difference between his meticulous and exquisite actual combat state and his wild boxing style and appearance.
"Do you think Lord Wolf has only given you pointers, and you've learned something new and you've got your tail up!"
Om. Boom!
Remus Pitt II, his father Kurt Pitt, and grandfather Remus I were all chief wolves.
Although the two elders have already entered the Winter of the Wolf, little Remus has a unique family background. His boxing skills have been higher than those of his peers since he was a child, and he was also taught by James himself.
The two fought back and forth, and the culling of each other became more and more intense. The little wolf girls Laura and Qin who came to watch the battle couldn't help but applaud them.
In the distance, James Howlett stood alone on the wide balcony of the old house and castle, watched for a long while, and commented softly to himself.
"So-so, the courage of an eagle hasn't been cultivated yet, it looks like a 'swallow', um, little Remus is not bad."
The children of this generation are gradually growing up, but James suddenly feels that maybe this era shaped by his influence is not as beautiful as he imagined at the beginning.
He originally thought that after solving the racial conflict between mutants and ordinary humans, the Howlett family, which has grown in strength and become more difficult to shake, would be able to save for a longer period of time, until the most lingering figure in his mind came to him before.
But starting from the apocalypse, one incident after another that James could not have predicted followed.
If he hadn't seriously "searched" the earth ten years ago, and found hidden forces such as Neptune Namor, the Ten Rings' Civil and Military Forces, the Witch Council, and even the Eternal Race that is still missing today, he still doesn't know what will happen again. What a mess.
And after finally calming down some of the hidden dangers in this world, an alien empire emerged. Compared with the enemies he had faced before, he only needed to chop them down with his own claws. This time, he could no longer rely on one or a few people. strength to resist.
The children have just grown up, but they are likely to be sent to the battlefield. James has never been a soft-hearted person, but he has been silent for many years because of the insecurity of not being able to control his own destiny.
The desire for power is burning again
James smoked a cigar while thinking about it, and stood there quietly for a long time.
Just as he was about to return to the house, he suddenly remembered something and stopped. He casually squeezed out the cigarette butt. His body trembled slightly to dispel the smell all over his body. Then he returned to the door of the bedroom downstairs that belonged to Eric and his wife in the old house. .
He and the worried face, never seeing the magnificent and powerful "Magneto King", leaned against the porch escalator and waited for something.
Compared to the two elders, Anya Lanshere stood aside with a happy and indifferent face, as if she was not worried about the mother who was giving birth in the room at all.
"Don't worry, Magda's physique is not extraordinary, but she has always taken care of it far better than ordinary people. Having a baby is nothing. Emma and Raven will take good care of her."
James patted Yoshiko on the shoulder and comforted him softly. There was obviously a certain visual age difference between the two standing together now, although Eric looked much younger than his real age.
Rubbing his cheeks vigorously, Eric Lanshere forced a smile, sighed with a sigh:
"It was you who worried me at first, but you are the one who comforted me. Dad, after all, you have been through a lot. In fact, I am not too young, but when I face a pair of twins, my heart is still lifted. .”
Women in the Howlett family give birth in their own homes in a very old-fashioned way, but the corresponding top-notch medical equipment and doctors will also be prepared at all times.
The whole family attaches great importance to Mrs. Lanshere's birth. After all, the family has not had a new life for some years, and the generation of Anya, Sharon, Laura, and Kurt is still very young.
While the two were talking, a burst of blue smoke flashed by. Kurt took Laura, Qin, and Warren to the side of the building in a teleportation. As soon as the boys and girls appeared, they heard Laura screaming.
"Dad, brother, how are you doing! Is my little nephew and niece born yet?"
Compared with Laura's unscrupulousness, Jean Gray and Warren stood in the corner obediently and quietly, and Warren just lost the battle in the end. Facing such an occasion, as an outsider, I feel extremely restrained up.
"Hush down, hurry up, wait honestly!"
James grabbed his daughter's nose to stop her jumping up and down, Laura ran to the side holding Anya with her mouth puckered and waited obediently.
Just two minutes after being quiet, there was a loud cry in the room, and only a few tens of seconds later, another burst of crying formed an overlapping "duet".
Stretching out his hand to block Laura who was eager to rush into the delivery room, the little blue devil's thoughts of teleporting in just now were also extinguished. James had an indescribably gratified face. A few minutes later, the two each held a swaddled baby and brought it in front of them.
"Dad, please name the children."
James held a pair of dragon and phoenix twins, one in each hand, and looked around carefully. Although the two children were frowning tightly and did not open their eyes, they were not as ugly as ordinary newborns. Instead, they were white, tender and fat.
The most surprising thing is that the boy's soft and short lanugo is light silvery white, while the daughter is a bit reddish, which is different from Eric and Magda.
"The girl is an older sister, she was born thirty seconds earlier."
Emma came out of the delivery room in beige uniforms at home, and looked at the diamond heart that the two babies loved as if it was about to melt away. She has always hoped to have another child, and she has worked hard with James in the past two years , but still no movement in the stomach.
Looking sideways, Laura vaguely felt that her favored position in the hearts of her father and mother seemed to be threatened.
It is rare for everyone to see James wrinkling his eyebrows and thinking about it for a while, and finally said in a somewhat unexpected seriousness:
"Let Magda come up with the name. She is the hardest one. Anya was already my name. The names of these two children should be decided by you and your wife."
Carrying the child back to their mother, Magda Lanshere was still dripping with sweat on her forehead. Although she looked a little weak, she was in good spirits. Raven wiped her cheek gently, The indigo blue face is also full of envy.
"Did you really wake me up, Dad?"
Mrs. Lanshere was a little surprised and leaned on the pillow. After thinking for a while, she softly said:
"I want to use my two favorite names since I was a child in my hometown, Wanda and Pietro."
(end of this chapter)