If the body of ordinary humans is exposed without protection and performs supersonic or subsonic movements, it will be broken into pieces of minced meat in an instant.

However, Emma's physical body is beyond the limits of ordinary people and can become an organic diamond incarnation. Eric's electromagnetic force field can also well isolate air resistance.

James and the two broke through the sound barrier and soon flew from New York to the door of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC.

Monday morning.

This central hub, which symbolizes American power, seems to have just woken up and sorted out.

The sentry who had just changed his guard looked at the three people wearing strange clothes standing outside the towering iron door, clamped the intercom, and reported to the special service team.

"Do you know why this place is called the 'White House'?"

Compared to Eric Lancheer, who was wearing an ochre-red armored combat uniform, a cloak with one shoulder and a dark red helmet, and Emma Frost, who was wearing a pure white battle robe, revealing her soft collarbone on her shoulders and a flat and solid belly.

James simply and casually wore a black uniform in the wolf pack army style, which looked too normal.

"Why?"

Eric thought for a few seconds and asked in confusion. Emma, ​​who had excellent grades since childhood, knew this allusion, but she did not say anything.

"In 1814, in order to retaliate against the hatred of the American attack on the Canadian colonies two years ago, the British landed from the sea and rushed to Washington. The Americans set fire to York, the capital of Canada, so this time, they also burned the Presidential Palace of the United States."

James walked forward without caring about the closed iron gate and the sentry who took out his gun and went forward to question him.

Squeak...

The iron gate automatically opened when James walked closer. The guard who had just approached turned his eyes and fainted on the ground.

He walked forward, and the two followed closely behind, listening to James continue to tell the story about the origin of the White House.

"...At that time, the Presidential Palace in the United States should have been called the 'Grey Palace' because it was built of wood and gray sandstone. By 1817, in order to conceal the traces of the fire, President Monroe ordered a layer of white paint to be painted on the gray sandstone..."

More and more White House special service members were shouting at the walkie-talkie while shouting and rushing forward. The weapons in their hands were suddenly dragged out by a huge force and were crushed into a ball of scrap iron out of thin air.

At the same time, one of them trembled one after another and fainted on the ground as if they were hit hard.

"...When Roosevelt came to power, the Roosevelt in 1902 officially named the "White House" and has since become synonymous with the American government, so-"

James happened to walk to the oak gate of the White House. On the lawn and square that he passed through, even seven or eight military dogs fell stiffly on the ground. Hundreds of special service members were no longer awake.

He reached out and pushed open the door, smiled and said finally:

"—So the only time this place was broken was considered to be made by Canadians, and I was born there."

.........

"Damn...Damn God...Claudia! Take Lucy to hide in the bunker! Hoover! Hoover! You bastard, answer the phone!"

President Lyndon Johnson knocked the black telephone receiver on the "Resolute" table, and this boat-wood presidential table with important historical value was dented.

While cursing Edgar Hoover's name, he was preparing to retreat to the White House anti-nuclear explosion bunker, but the footsteps outside the Round Hall were getting less and less.

At around 4 a.m., the President was awakened by a series of "ghost-tearing" news. Before he could reorganize, the former Secretary of State of the Kennedy administration died on the way to the airport, and the Secretary of Defense was cut off in the New Jersey barracks when he was inspected...

Every call is a message of the death of a member of parliament or senior official. In the past two hundred years, there has never been such a terrifying night.

Originally, you could hear the sound of staff shouting and calling, but now it is becoming more and more silent.

"Mr. President! Hurry, I will take you-"

Plop!

The last young bodyguard, who was still awake, just pushed open the door of the circular hall and fell head-on onto a thick handmade Persian carpet.

A few pairs of feet walked slowly outside the half-open door. A tall and burly man with long black hair, but particularly young walked in.

He smiled gently, with sharp canine teeth on the corner of his mouth, and greeted Linden Johnson.

"Good morning, Mr. President, I'm James Howlett."

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Edgar Hoover sat in his lair, in the office of the FBI headquarters.

His right half of his face had already jumped out of the "horizon". No adjective could summarize and transform all kinds of fear, anger, panic, and gloomy and chaotic expressions.

He kept twitching at the phone call in front of him, his body was petrified and he had no intention of answering.

"You can accept the order that you can't see the sun will not include you."

Bucky's alloy had his left and right hand intertwined, placed it casually on his legs, sat quietly at Director Hoover's desk, and said to him kindly.

“I…is useful.”

Hoover no longer had to hold his hands down and beat his cheek, and he could no longer feel the perception of the half of his face. After a while, the phone ringing finally stopped and there was no sound.

The Director did not say a single nonsense, but simply stated a fact.

Bucky shrugged and said casually:

"That's right, there are still things that may be useful in your mind."

"Can I live?"

"It's hard to say. It's possible that after plundering your memory, you will become a fool. That lady has a much worse temper than Professor Erganzi."

Hoover listened to the strange adjectives in the words of this man with metal arms, and after thinking about it for a while, he roughly understood the meaning, but it was accurate.

"Sergeant Barnes?"

The director asked tentatively, and the vast amount of information in his mind summarized and inferred the identity of the person in front of him.

Bucky nodded with a smile and said nothing. He looked at Hoover opposite him and let out a long breath, picked up the square-bottom wine glass and drank the last sip intoxication, and said hoarsely:

"You don't want to leave any way to live for me... I have to struggle a little longer, is that the reason?"

Bucky spread his right hand and made a "please" sign. He had already felt several particularly strong and strong auras and slowly approached the director's office.

Bang!

The toes under Hoover's table kicked a switch, and the floor under the seat cracked. The structure of the building under the director's room was quite strange. There was no normal floor, but a dark passage leading to nowhere.

The office door and blinds burst, and four figures in suits or training uniforms rushed in at the same time, shooting at Bucky, who was sitting in the middle.

The four people fired extremely fast. The magazine in the pistol was shot empty within one or two seconds. The long-haired man in the middle just shook his body and blocked it with his metal arm for two seconds without any injury.

He took the initiative to meet someone, swung his right fist, and a burst of explosions burst out from the air. Even the papers on the table were blown into pieces by the energy, and they were scattered throughout the office.

A tallest man in the suit, nearly two meters tall, stood with his arms and shields in front of him. He thought he could easily withstand this punch, but the forearm bone as thick as a calf was bent and broken inch by inch, and he watched the fist print on it.

The next moment, a big head exploded into a watermelon, and the remaining three people were all unknowingly slapped, either slashing their heads or exploding their chests.

Bucky's "Fallen Star" punch is a fist that Steve dared not take when he doesn't have a shield in his hand. Especially the full-strength blow from Edman alloy left fist, which is the only super blow except James that can leave marks on the secondary Edman alloy material.

In the battle between the storm, there was no chance to fight back and forth. Bucky glanced at the deep hole, smiled and jumped down.

Sure enough, after falling more than ten meters, the tunnel had been sealed by a thick alloy gate. When he retreated his left leg, the red energy gushed out from the cracks on the shoulders of the alloy arm, and penetrated into the fist like high-pressure steam.

boom!

The steel portal dozens of centimeters thick was punched into a cone shape, and the pointed ends torn a hole, and flew three or four meters away along with the large area of ​​cement walls around it.

Bucky looked at a secret, separate underground garage. Director Hoover's shocked eyes looked through the window of the Mercedes-Benz sedan, and it took less than twenty seconds from the time he kicked the secret door to the car getting on the fire.

"I have given you a chance, Mr. Director, but your people are useless."

Hiss...hiss...boom!

Edgar Hoover stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, his eyes turned red, and he rushed to the life-seeking ghost who was following him. Bucky hugged his arm, raised his right foot and pedaled on the front of the bike.

The cement floor was suddenly turned and rubbed with charred marks by the tires at high speed. The Mercedes-Benz sedan with excellent performance was like a rock that could not be moved forward. The pungent rubber smell came, and Bucky frowned and sniffed, and kicked down.

Peng!

The engine in front of the car was penetrated by a leg, and a thick black smoke rose. Hoover watched the man creak and pulled out his legs, pulled off the metal door, and slammed his neck to pull himself out.

Edgar Hoover finally understood why those serum research experts kept worrying that Steve Rogers' injections were much more effective than other super soldiers.

He now has the power and qualities that exceed the limits of the human body. He can wield fists and kicks as hard as tickling, and his right arm, which is not metal, firmly clamps his neck without any trembling.

Hoover's left and right face finally became consistent, and with strong unwillingness and despair, he fainted.

.........

The FBI headquarters was already in chaos. In the director's office early Monday morning, four bodies were placed like bodies that were stuffed into a bomb and detonated, and the director himself was gone.

Bucky was carrying Edgar Hoover on his shoulder at this time, staring at the Rogers and his wife who had "accidentally met" in a quiet street.

"What do you two mean? I'm afraid I can't handle it?"

Bucky complained dissatisfiedly, and the two of them on the opposite side called out awkwardly. Steve pulled the topic away:

"That... go back to the old house together? The teacher doesn't know what the situation is like."

The three of them walked side by side toward the stopping point of the Wolf Nest No. 1 transport plane that was being met, and they were a little dissatisfied with their boring tasks.

Washington, White House Roundhouse Office.

James sat against President Lyndon Johnson, who had just taken office for a few days.

Instead of overshadowing the people, he sat at the president's desk, looking around the office with a gentle face, and setting the scene when he came last time.
To be continued...