Since joining the German National Research Institute, Abraham·Erskine rarely sees his former classmates and experimental partners, John·Schmidt.
Schmidt soon transferred to the National Weapons Research Department, where they were mainly scientists from the physics department, mainly studying military equipment.
It doesn't matter what subject he specializes in. John·Schmidt has a strong learning ability, but the purpose of learning is to get better conditions and jump to a higher position. He is more interested in studying politics and power.
Erskine continued the project of University of Munich, and he has made considerable breakthroughs in the human body's ultimate capabilities and evolutionary possibilities.
He has a clear direction for research on strengthening the human body's physique and breaking through potential, and he has also made certain discoveries about mutations and variants of human genes.
"Abraham·Erskine, I haven't seen you for a while."
At the gate of the institute, Erskine, who was about to go home, ran into Schmidt, whom he had not seen for a long time.
"Yes, John, where are you going? The suit is great, and it looks great with this leather trench coat."
Schmidt looks like he is preparing to participate in some event. He is wearing high patent leather boots and a black leather windbreaker, looking more like an officer.
"I'm going to attend Workers' Party's rally. Mr. Adolf Hitler is a very charming and talented man! Come with me Erskine, and I will introduce you to some key members of the party."
Schmidt became obviously excited when he mentioned Adolf Hitler.
Abraham shook his head and declined his invitation. He had heard about Mr. Hitler, who was extremely nationalistic and had been unfriendly to Jews both overtly and covertly many times. Moreover, he was not interested in these social and political gatherings at all.
Schmidt didn't care about the other party's rejection. He had no expectations. Instead, he asked more about Erskine's recent research on human enhancement reagents. After arriving at the weapons research and development department, he found that this old classmate's research had great potential.
"So Mr. Gatsby is a speculator."
"Yes, young master, this Mr. Jay Gatsby has participated in the war and was an officer. His current wealth mainly relies on illegally selling bootleg liquor in pharmacies. He has a close relationship with the gang leader Meyer Wolfshim, nicknamed "Big Money". Mr. Gatsby has also been secretly doing some illegal stock manipulation activities."
James Listening to Remus's investigation of the owner of the mansion across the coast, Mr. Gatsby, it has been four or five years since the Gatsby mansion in West Egg has always held grand parties on weekends, and all New York people are welcome.
Of course, they are gorgeously dressed and glamorous people.
James inevitably became interested in this rich man. He arranged for someone to conduct a little investigation, but he was able to find out Mr. Gatsby in no time.
"In such a business, he still doesn't know how to restrain himself. Looking at how he started, he doesn't look like a brainless person."
James paused for a moment and looked at the time. Today happened to be Saturday.
"Azazel!"
Poof, Red Devil teleported to the study. He was bored in the room, thinking about where to go for a stroll.
"Let's go to a party and tidy up. Remus, you can come too." James ordered neatly.
Azazel was extremely excited, flattering loudly, a burst of black smoke rose, and went back to the room to prepare his cumbersome and troublesome "underwear".
Gatsby's mansion still exaggerates the hustle and bustle to the extreme. There are many people here in strange clothes. Azazel's mummy-like appearance only attracts more glances.
"Dad, I like this!" Azazel came up and shouted loudly. He didn't expect that this somewhat boring dad knew such a fun place.
Azazel quickly ran to the dance floor and started dancing. People around him saw that he was wearing an exquisite black suit, but it was carefully wrapped in silver-white strips of silk. They all thought it was some kind of new style performance, and they joined in to dance together.
James casually grabbed a glass of wine and motioned to Remus to go hang out, then strolled up to the second floor, leaning against the railing, looking at Azazel, who was dancing more and more exaggeratedly below.
"This must be your first time here. I've never seen you before."
James thought of a nice female voice next to him. He turned around and saw an extremely tall woman with short hair. She looked to be in her twenties, with eyes like a deer, clear facial features, and a slightly curious tone.
James's current height is almost 1.95 meters. This is the lowest height that he has deliberately compressed to completely stabilize his body shape after another bone reshaping. But this beautiful lady is almost eye level with him in high heels, so no wonder she noticed James.
After all, although white people are generally tall, there are still very few who can control such tall women.
"Yes, this is my first time. I live on the other side of the river. Every weekend night, this place looks like a pearl in the night, so I came to take a look out of curiosity."
The tall lady stared at James with great interest. This man's indescribable temperament and young and handsome appearance like a Greek sculpture were like a young body inhabited by an ancient soul.
"Jordan Baker, golf player." She took the initiative to stretch out her long fingers and shook hands with James.
"Bruce, Bruce·Howlett, do you come here often? Have you ever seen this Mr. Gatsby?"
James said with a casual smile. What is very strange to him is that Mr. Gatsby has been holding such grand parties for many years, but has never appeared in public. Many people have only heard of this name, but have never seen him at all.
Miss Baker smiled slyly, and said teasingly, "I just met Mr. Gatsby not long ago. I believe you won't find a second person who has seen him in the entire party, but I promised him not to talk to anyone else."
"I have a lawn at home that is very suitable for golf. Are you interested in coming and playing?"
James smiled and invited, his exposed teeth were as flat as snow, and his canines were slightly sharp and protruding, giving him a strange charm.
The early morning sunlight shone on the end of the large pillar bed in James's bedroom. One of her long, white feet retracted from the quilt. James stood up and opened the window. There was no trace of morning dejection on her face.
"Bruce I don't think I have the energy to play anymore today."
Miss Jordan Baker sank tiredly into the velvet silk quilt and did not want to move.
"It doesn't matter, you can fight whenever you want."
James thoughtfully and skillfully placed a glass of water next to her, and continued with a bit of humor, "I didn't expect Mr. Gatsby to hold a glamorous party for several years, just to attract someone to come in and take a look."
Miss Baker gained some strength because of the gossip. She stood up and propped her chin up, murmuring, "Isn't that right? Because it's not far from your house and you can see it from across the coast -"
She quickly covered her mouth and accidentally revealed more.
James didn't care and had no intention of asking further. He just valued Mr. Gatsby's ability to dance and deceive people. Since this somewhat strange party was just for a certain infatuation, it didn't affect him to do something with Gatsby.