MTL - Marvel Reverses Wolverine-Chapter 229 two "angels"

  Chapter 229 Two "Angels"

   Gudong, Gudong, Gudong

  Warren gulped down his beer, not caring that he was only seventeen years old, far from drinking age.

   Moreover, the control of this aspect in the academy is particularly strict. Juvenile mutants are already easily affected by emotions, and their mutation ability is extremely unstable. Alcohol and some irritating substances are forbidden.

   "Hey, the most well-behaved representative in the college, Master Warren, the leader of the student union's disciplinary team, actually holds such a heavy drinker!"

  Warren threw away the drained beer can and ignored Kurt who was scurrying from nowhere. He was lying by the window and continued to strum the electric guitar in silence, making annoying noises.

   "What the **** are you talking about?"

  Kurt's dark blue face was contorted in pain, his complaints were buried by dense and messy piercing sounds, which did not elicit any reaction from Warren.

   Zila!

  Following a burst of blue-black smoke, the electric guitar was unplugged and finally let out a weak whine, like a hen whose wings were grabbed and ready to be knifed.

   "Look at your appearance, you don't look like a 'pure white angel'. A fallen angel is about the same!"

  Warren turned his head to the side for a moment and didn't say a word. He dropped the electric guitar and went to the beer crate, but found nothing, only the blue smoke splashed on his face.

   "Kurt, don't go too far!"

  "Nightcrawler"'s indigo lean body easily teleported and dodged, and Warren's wings flapped in anger, only scattered clouds of smoke and dust.

He kicked his legs on the ground, soared four or five meters high with the power of a good wing, and landed on the rectangular beam chasing Kurt, who kept teleporting and dodging, playing with anger like two children .

  The Worthington family's manor mansion is from the top floor down, and the rooms on the third floor of half of the building are all connected, specially transformed into a "birdcage" for Warren that allows him to fly and flutter a little.

  There is a huge skylight on the roof that can be easily opened for Warren to fly in and out, and the rooms are strewn with thick beams that can stand on them.

  Beds, desks, entertainment and living areas, etc. are like a half-section project without a building, and they are divided into arbitrary divisions in a space more than ten meters high up and down.

  It is a new type of house structure researched purely for a person with wings. In addition to the servants who are difficult to clean up daily, the strange sense of space and the structure like a giant cage house have won architectural design awards.

   After chasing for a while, not to mention that Warren can only flap and glide with one wing left, even an uninjured "angel" cannot catch this "devil" who plays with space and distance.

  Warren was sweating profusely, groaned twice and ignored Kurt, sitting on the beam closest to the skylight on the roof, staring in a daze with his head downcast.

   Poof!

   "As for what, it's just that you can't fly for a while, and you look like a person with a leg amputated."

  Kurt dodged to Warren's side, flicked away the hindering wings and sat closer, swayed his best friend's shoulders, and comforted him softly.

Outside the circular skylight with a diameter of seven or eight meters on the roof, a pair of pigeons fluttered past. They landed on the glass of the window, pecked lightly with their small beaks, and made crackling noises like rain. Continuous sound.

   "In the past, I would fly out and play with them for a while"

  Warren murmured to himself with his head up. He patted Kurt's back with his left wing, and a gentle smile gradually appeared on his fair and handsome face.

  "You should be able to understand me. For me, my room is not just this room. That window leads to the endless sky, as if the whole world belongs to me"

  The slender blue tail drooped weakly in the air. Like his father, Kurt's tail was the easiest to reveal his emotions.

  “.Until I lost the ability to soar into the sky, I didn’t understand the infinite yearning for flying that is deeply rooted in human beings—hehe. Let me tell you, the joy of flying, tsk tsk, is even better than you can imagine.”

  Warren said in a joking tone as usual, and as soon as he finished speaking, he turned over and fell. He only flapped his wings twice at a height of more than ten meters, and fell to the ground with a little stagger.

  Although he didn't have the dejected and depraved appearance at the beginning, there was only dead silence left.

   "It's your master Worthington's happiness. I don't understand, hehe, but Laura understands."

  Kurt's mean look made Warren stunned for a moment. He didn't understand the meaning of the words for a moment. He scratched the place where the feathers and wings joined on his back, thinking that he hadn't bathed for a few days, and he was a little itchy.

"Ahem, Laura and my grandpa don't have wings, right? But you've seen how she finally floated into the air this year with her energy, hehe, do you know how many times the speed of sound my grandpa can fly? "

  Warren finally figured out the meaning, he shook his head blankly, and the numbness between his brows and eyes was no longer so numb.

   "Uh, cough, I, I don't know, but it's much faster than you. No matter how fast your wings flap, it's still far from the sound barrier! Let me tell you."

  Cotter flicked his thick and long bangs triumphantly, straightened his hair with only three-fingered palms and said loudly:

"My grandpa promised to let you go to the old house to practice boxing with him. Hehe, although Laura asked, it's all because you are my brother! If you say that my grandpa loves you the most, Then it has to be—what are you doing?"

   The little blue devil had goosebumps all over his body. Looking at Warren who was sitting on the ground hugging his thigh, he grabbed his long and slender tail and stroked it gently. He said in an extremely numb voice:

"Yes, yes, it is Master Kurt that my grandpa loves the most! When are we leaving, Master? I don't have anything to bring, just leave a letter for my father. Your speed, hehe. That's not it You can be with our grandpa in an instant!"

   Depressed, depraved, numb, and resigned. All the negative emotions that Warren had just seemed to be a bubble, and disappeared in an instant.

With a playful smile on his face, he yelled for Kurt to wait for him a little longer, ran to the custom-made bathroom to take a shower, even slapped toner on his face, shaved his beard, and straightened his hair Set up the Kung Fu of the boy.

Kurt's blue face, which was already dull, darkened a bit. He squatted on the roof and propped up his chin, and heaved a long sigh. He only hoped that Warren would not expose his "embroidered pillow" essence too early. otherwise.

   "Oh, I don't want to embarrass myself in front of grandpa"

   The word "Missouri" means "canoe" in the Native American language.

  Located in Missouri in the central and western part of the United States, the climate difference between the north and the south is extremely obvious. The summer and winter in the south are much milder and more humid than the climate in the northern prairie.

  So in the suburbs of Kansas City, in this winter month, you still only need to wear a shirt jacket and a T-shirt.

In the empty corridor of the small town hospital sat a little boy with brown hair. He was wearing earphones. His red and black plaid shirt was stained with mud and stains, some of which looked like footprints. The blue and black hematoma under his eyes was sure. This speculation.

   "I'm not in love, so don't forget that

   This is what I saw, a silly statement.

  Don’t get me wrong, don’t think I’m in love with you.”

There is a gentle and lonely singing voice in the walkman. It seems that such a song is not suitable for a six or seven-year-old boy. The words "Golden Songs" are written on the tape inside. Presumably the rest of the music is better than this proud song. Jiao's songs are even more explosive.

   "Peter, Peter!"

  The old man had no choice but to take off the boy’s earphones, knelt down to help him tidy up the earphone cables and stuffed them into the schoolbag behind him, gritted his teeth and said softly:

   "Come on Peter, come meet your mother."

  On the hospital bed, the woman's pale cheeks were deeply sunken, and there was no hair or even eyebrows left on her head. The three-dimensional bridge of the nose and the outline of the brow bones showed that she must be a fascinating beauty when she is healthy.

  Holding up his thin, pale palms as hard as he could, looking at his son's timid look, the only eyes that were still a little angry were covered with water mist.

   "I'm sorry Peter, Mom looks like this so you can't recognize it. Look at you, why do you always lose battles?"

  The woman looked at her son with color on his face but still teased her son deliberately. From the words she heard, she was an interesting and different mother.

  She tried her best to straighten herself up, trying to touch Peter's little face again, but in the end, with only a little strength left, she groped for a small flat square gift box wrapped in colored paper, and pushed it to the side of the bed.

   "They...they said that only the most intense emotions can drive genetic mutations, and they asked me to 'help' Tommy with them, but I refused. So I changed it to help me instead."

  The boy sobbed twice, shaking his thin neck against his little head, looking extremely aggrieved.

   "Oh Peter, don't worry, you are definitely not ordinary, remember what Mom said? Your father came from the sky, he is an 'angel'"

   "Meredith, my dear, don't talk about this, don't you have something for Peter?"

  The woman's father, old Mr. Quayle, didn't want to hear anything about the missing man.

  He even suspected that a certain mutant had cheated his daughter and then left. He even reported the case to the "Whip of Order", but it was never found, as if this heartless man had really disappeared from the earth.

   "To Peter, take it, here comes the new tape that Mom recorded for you, hold Mom's hand quickly."

   Peter Quill whimpered and turned his head to the side. He didn't know what kind of fear made him unable to stretch out his hand, as if he was worried that if he touched his mother, she would leave him forever.

   Meredith gave a weak whisper at the end, the last glimmer of light in her eyes disappeared without warning, her hand fell on the hospital bed, and she never raised it again.

   "Mom? Mom! Wake up, wake up, wake up."

  Peter finally missed the last chance to hold his mother's palm. He cried and ran all the way out, and ran out of this small clinic in a few steps.

  Outside, there was no light in the open fields and woods, and it was pitch black. The boy ran and staggered and fell to the ground, crying loudly while lying in the endless darkness.

   Hum!

Suddenly a glaring light fell from the sky, like a giant eagle, the weird M machine suspended in mid-air without warning, and threw a bucket-thick light band from the "eagle beak", and actually pulled Peter Quill into the air. go up.

   It only appeared for a moment, and then the aircraft hid itself again, only made a slight trembling sound, and disappeared again.

   "Huh! Boss Yondu, C-53 actually has an extraterrestrial orbit detection device covering the planet. We didn't pay attention at the beginning, and it should have been discovered!"

  (end of this chapter)