Marvel middlemen

Chapter 463 463. Can't Help
Of course, this is only limited to familiar license plate numbers.

Speeding taxis did not attract too much attention. In this era, it is not only taxis that ignore traffic lights, capitalists, politicians, gangsters, and anyone who has acquaintances or rich people will not go to the three lights on the road.

Thanks to the excellent social environment, the taxi drove smoothly all the way to the airport, the driver stopped the car in front of a metal fence and said, "Sorry gentlemen, you also heard what was said on the radio just now. There are a few mysterious people who have invaded the Pentagon, so entering the airport requires identification."

"It's okay, we'll get off here." Charles really wanted the driver to drive the car to the other side of the airport in his heart. It can be seen that the driver seemed to want to add money, so he could only give up this idea.

Bang!
When the last passenger got out of the car, the driver kicked the accelerator and left the scene quickly.
"He probably wouldn't expose us, would he?" Looking at the back of the vehicle going away, the professor didn't quite trust the glib driver.

"Don't worry, he knows what he should do. Although these people don't have much money in their pockets, their eyesight is hundreds of times stronger than your professor."

Being stuffed with irrefutable words again, Charles really wanted to brain-control this nasty penguin to lick the wall of the sewer.When he turned around and was about to follow the crowd, there was nothing moving in his field of vision except for a stretch of trees and lawns.

What about people? !
"Hey!"

The professor with his hands in the shape of a trumpet yelled towards the endless lawn, and then he was violently pulled into another environment by the air in front of him.

In this crimson alternative environment, apart from the disharmonious father and son Eric, there is also Logan who is sticking to Wanda and trying to chat with him.

The rest are nothing more than some technological instruments placed on the lawn, and several X-Men from the parallel world are operating them. On the two raised beds, one is black and the other is white. People Charles has seen before.

Wanda: (Didn't you say you need to cover up? Why did you ask me to build a temporary place?)
Boss: (This time period is the empty period of the movie cutscene, the guy who is watching the movie can't see what we are doing now.)
Kawaii: (We got stuck with a BUG, ​​which allows us to not need to make any cover-up.)
"Did something happen to them?" Charles didn't know that these penguins had already chatted, and he was particularly concerned about the health of the two people lying on the bed.

How to say that the other party is also an X-Men in a parallel time and space, corresponding to the people in his world. Although I don't know why the leader, Colonel X, knocked them out, it can be seen from the conversation between the few people that they are not hostile.

Maybe this black man is Darwin in the parallel world!
With this mentality, Charles wanted to help them, but he didn't know how to do it.

The boss looked at the data displayed on the screen and said without turning his head: "We have been planted with fear by the enemy. Under the influence of time, the fear will continue to replicate and spread by itself, and it will not disappear until the whole body is covered with fear for a period of time."

Then it pointed to the electric shock device on its neck: "The electric current allows me to feel pain. This can suppress fears, but it cannot eliminate them."

Kawaii, who was busy up and down in a padded jacket on a hot day, took the topic: "We need to create a fear suppressor for the two of them here, so that we can face the next crisis with you."

"Professor, I think you should help them." Logan, who was ignored by Wanda, could only stand aside and smoke to vent his emotions.

He knew that if the professor wanted to use the ability, he could use it directly. The potion was not to eliminate the ability, but to suppress it.

"I"

"No, he can't help us." The boss's tone was not polite at all. Its slightly contemptuous words made Charles, who was unwilling to release his ability, feel angry: "I have the ability to help!"

Speaking of Charles, he muttered on the spot, and he locked his eyes on the lying black man, put his hands next to his head, thinking about using his psychic ability to help this Darwin in parallel time and space.

"Are you shitting? Can you be quiet and be a spectator?"

The voice of Charles was always in his ears, and the boss was very irritated when he heard it. He severely criticized the other party's behavior of interfering with the operation.

But the more it said this, the more angry the professor became, and the sound of "hmm, huh, huh" continued to linger in the red 'room' like constipation.

Eric, who was looking at his good son in the corner, couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his hand and called a metal tray to seal his friend's mouth: "You are too noisy Charles."

"For so many years. Didn't my mother tell you about us?" Peter, with a complicated expression, saw the action of the metal manipulation master again. He held back all the way and finally said what he wanted to say.

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we?

Faced with this unusual word, Eric's face was very tense. He thought he had only one son, but he didn't expect that the word in Peter's words made his guilt rise several times.

He hasn't seen these kids in all these years
He who had been calm all the time panicked, he didn't know how to face these children who had never seen their father from birth to their teens.

Taking a deep breath, Eric turned his face sideways and said the second sentence between father and son to Peter: "How are you doing?"

"OMG" Logan's ears are very sensitive. When he heard this irresponsible gentleman actually ask such a question, he shook his head helplessly and moved away a little.

Peter looked at his father's profile and nodded: "Very well, I have become a thief, and we have a younger sister."

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Eric hummed and stopped talking. He really couldn't think of more topics to chat with this teenage biological son whom he just met today.

"Wt fuck Fuck! Did you give me an anesthesia injection?!" Nick Fury, who was awake, opened his mouth with a very fluent set of greetings.

He didn't care about the red environment around him, and he didn't ask the stranger's identity first. Instead, he gave out to the boss who was standing on his stomach first.

The King of Agents has a very strong memory!Even if he was so eroded by fear that he couldn't control his emotions, he could still remember what he saw before he passed out.

The boss pointed the gun at him, and then he passed out!

(End of this chapter)