Chapter 86 Induction of failure
The oppressive atmosphere in the Oval Office of the President of the White House, which has been silent for a long time, seems to be the day when President Roosevelt decided to declare war when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor.
Mr. President Truman was raving as if explaining to himself, and everyone in the round hall looked at each other, as if they couldn't think of any other answer except this result.
Professor Oppenheimer gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "According to the explosion observation data, it was an air explosion at a height of 3 to 500 meters in mid-air. The Soviet Union has indeed started research in this area, but theoretically it shouldn't be so soon. "
"I just showed off the power of the atomic bomb to Stalin at a meeting a few days ago, and he just told me quietly that he hoped to use this weapon to deal with Japan. It's a shame."
Truman said in a daze that he should not reveal his heart in front of his subordinates, he sneered twice, and shook his head.
"Unless Stalin himself jumps out, we have to hold our noses and admit that it was done by the United States. The Japanese royal family hiding in the Tokyo air-raid shelter, as well as many upper-class, high-level military, all died of direct or indirect atomic bombs under the explosion"
"Mr. President, in terms of the rules of war, we have done nothing wrong. Tokyo's nuclear bomb was only a few hours behind Nagasaki, and Japan has not officially declared its surrender. This can be regarded as a strategic plan of the United States."
Secretary of the Army Charles Forrestle solemnly and earnestly "comforted" President Truman.
Mr. President glared at the general angrily, panting heavily.
"I don't understand? But this terrible fact and secret can only be swallowed by ourselves. From today, the real situation of the Tokyo atomic bombing incident is listed as the top secret of the United States, and Area 51 is sealed, and there is no time for declassification."
After the highest secrecy was reiterated, all the people in the room filed out in a dull manner. At the end, Dr. Oppenheimer, who presided over the entire Manhattan Project, flashed an almost impossible idea.
He shook his head, laughing at himself for having such an unrealistic idea.
—James Howlett, the super oligarch who provided more than half of the Manhattan Project's development funds, scientific research backbone support, and most of the original uranium ore.
How could it be possible to deliver an atomic bomb that is only theoretically possible to Japan, which has nothing to do with itself?
The Howlett Manor mansion on Long Island has been built for decades.
Although it is not as good as Edmond's old house for more than a hundred years, the castle-like years have accumulated, but the rows of huge old thorn bushes have grown stronger and more knotty, as big as oak trees.
Several planted maple trees, phoenix trees, boxwood trees, and myrtle trees are also lush with leaves and branches, green as a cover.
Emma Frost and Eric Lanshere were traveling together in a middle-class Ford car. She thought Eric's family conditions were not too rich, but the scale of this Long Island manor When it comes to style, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can have.
"Frost, this is the house of a distant brother of mine. My mother and I came here from Poland to join him because of the war."
Eric introduced Emma to the relationships and experiences that had been made up, and at the same time felt relieved that Dad was happy to receive the visiting classmates from the school for him.
"My mother's English is not very good, so it is not convenient to communicate with you. Brother James will talk to you."
The waiter of the manor was already waiting outside the foyer, greeted Emma gracefully, and led them into the main building.
"Brother? But he clearly thinks of 'Daddy'"
Emma glanced strangely at the relaxed and even joyful Eric. This somewhat mysterious male classmate said something that he didn't mean, which made the young Emma a little confused.
James was talking to the housekeeper, Jules Burnham, in the study upstairs. The housekeeper, Casper, was getting old, and he had returned to the old house to recuperate.
Watching the children of the old men of the Howlett family train and study in the manor every day, I am quite happy.
Steward Casper’s son, Brian, did not inherit the responsibilities of the butler like his father and grandfather Wayne Foss, but entered the top management of the group and was responsible for many affairs in the family business.
He is a top student at Harvard Business School, and he is more suitable to display his ambitions in business.
The new butler, Jules Burnham, is a descendant of members of the wolf pack and was chosen to be the new butler. He is a seasoned and thoughtful man who is less than forty years old.
"Master, Eric's classmate is here, she is a lady."
"Well, Jules, you help me entertain the guests first."
Emma Frost's father is a well-known wealthy businessman in Boston, so she has been very knowledgeable since she was a child. From the outside, this manor-style mansion already has a somewhat quaint temperament, and the interior furnishings are even more elegant.
There is no resplendent traditional European-style mansion style, nor are there too many expensive ornaments and decorations. All the extraordinary things are uniquely reflected in the details and textures.
The marble and cut natural crystal mosaic tabletop, nanmu chairs, and a giant pattern with mysterious composition on the fireplace in the living room, which seems to be inlaid with natural gemstones.
Emma watched the exquisite snacks and ice cream presented by the attendants, all of which were freshly made and exuded the aroma when they were baked. She thanked Mr. Butler politely and was not in a hurry to taste them.
She is not interested in the wealth of Eric, the elder, but hopes to get to know this mysterious gentleman through contact, so as to understand some knowledge beyond the scope of people's cognition.
Emma is very confident in her abilities, she only needs verbal guidance, and she will be able to "hear" a lot of secrets.
"The young master will be here soon, some things are delayed, please wait a moment, miss."
As soon as Butler Jules finished speaking, James walked down the marble-paved escalator. He casually wore a light sweater and casual trousers. He was tall and handsome, and greeted Emma with a smile.
"Hi, I'm Eric's cousin, James Howlett, um, strictly speaking, James II, you are welcome to be our guest."
Emma looked at this tall and handsome young man who was as tall as a sculpture, but also extraordinarily friendly and hearty, and couldn't help but lose her mind for a moment. James' figure and temperament were very oppressive, and his natural and free and easy state transformed it into A reassuring sense of security.
"Ai, Emma Frost, for disturbing Mr. Howlett."
Emma and James lightly shook hands with outstretched hands, and somehow their cheeks became hot.
"Welcome, Miss Frost, please feel free."
James looked at Eric who was sitting on the side, who was a little embarrassed, and kindly asked him to accompany his mother, Mrs. Etie.
Eric secretly thanked his father for his help. Although it was just a visit from a classmate, there was still an inexplicable atmosphere of a teacher meeting a parent. Maybe Frost's aura and temperament were too mature.
While thinking wildly, the boy said hello and fled away, and ran back to get an ice cream before taking two steps, and winked at James.
Emma frowned imperceptibly: "It's 'Daddy' again. Is this what Eric and this cousin call in private? I, I look too mature? Will I look old?"
Emma read Eric's voice unconsciously, and even worried about her own image strangely. Ever since she discovered this ability, she has become accustomed to people's inner pointing and judgment on her appearance .
Until I can master and control the ability to read the thoughts and emotions of others, and let go of the real but unspoken thoughts that people will have in their hearts, I have already had self-persistence and judgment.
"I hope Eric is doing well in Maistre, I always hope he can make some friends, he had a lot of bad experiences from the war in Poland."
Hearing James' voice, Emma hurriedly gathered her mind. She had "another purpose" today, so she couldn't waste this opportunity.
"Eric's rugby is great. I've suggested him to join the school's rugby team. Mr. Howlett doesn't have to worry too much. Since he showed himself on the field, many students have taken the initiative to invite Eric to play together."
James nodded with a smile, and chatted with this Miss Frost about the situation of Meister School.
He gradually became aware of some interesting "things" in his mind, and while continuing to chat, he looked at this beautiful and generous young female student with a half-smile.
"It's great that Eric has a brother like you. He always calls you 'Daddy'. I thought it would be an older elder."
The more Emma chatted, the more strange she became. She had already focused her consciousness on the mind of the handsome Mr. Ahem, but from the beginning to the end, Emma didn't notice any emotional fluctuations.
Apart from what James said, Emma couldn't hear other voices. Could it be that he is extremely focused and even has special training? You can avoid distracting thoughts and associations in your mind.
Emma took the risk to call him "Daddy", she wanted to see if the young Mr. Howlett would agree with what he said.
James smiled heartily, showing four slightly protruding canine teeth, with a bit of enchanting charm. He nodded and spoke jokingly.
"Yes, some people will call me that, but I believe Eric will not take the initiative to mention me in front of you, and this title, isn't it, Miss Frost."
After James finished speaking, he lightly tapped his temple with his finger, and looked at the opposite Emma who was stunned as if struck by lightning, her beautiful eyes widened, and she remained motionless with a bright smile.
This young, beautiful, and extraordinary Miss Emma Frost is a mutant with telepathic ability.
(end of this chapter)