Cyborg

"This station reports that an unprecedented disaster occurred in New York City last night. A crashed passenger plane crashed into the Statue of Liberty, a symbol of American independence. m on mobile..."

"That night, the United Nations summit was being held on Liberty Island. The official list of casualties has not been given yet, but around Liberty Island, a large number of mourning citizens have gathered..."

"This aircraft accident cannot be ruled out as a human possibility, but currently no organization has claimed responsibility for it."

"It is reported that the reconstruction work of the Statue of Liberty has been accepted by the Stark Group. Group spokesperson Ms. Peibo said that the Stark Group is confident that the reconstruction of the Statue of Liberty will be completed within one month..."

All the channels on the TV were frantically broadcasting about last night's battle. In comparison, Zoro massacred Hand ninjas and blew up half the street. The bloody impact was really insignificant.

At least the people of New York have long been accustomed to such shootings and bombings. Even though the scene was a bit more tragic, the place where Solo and the ninjas of the Hand fought was a place that no serious person would go back to, so it didn't cause any problems. focus on.

Even if there were sporadic reports, they were quickly drowned out by news of the collapse of the Statue of Liberty.

Stark turned off the TV casually, his bright eyes full of weirdness. The news broadcast on the TV, to their insiders, became evidence of some mysterious force at work.

After a slight pause, Stark couldn't help but take a breath of air. He stared at Solo and asked again for confirmation.

"Is this the power you are talking about? Professor Charles...he can actually do it to this extent!"

Stark is no stranger to Professor Charles. His father, Howard Stark, and Professor Charles are old acquaintances. Perhaps there was a tacit cooperation between them, so that the Stark Group has been Xavier's genius boy for many years. One of the college's benefactors.

Even after Howard Stark passed away, this funding never stopped, but it was not until last night that Stark knew that the bald professor with squinting eyes, gentleness and kindness had such terrifying energy.

"Obviously, that's part of the deal."

Solo shrugged his shoulders. After he came back last night, Colonel Rody of the Ministry of National Defense called Stark to confirm that Magneto would eventually be taken over by the military through his own negotiations.

The Ministry of Defense asked Stark to complete the prison design within three days and complete the construction within ten days to prevent unexpected changes. The location of the prison is underground in the Pentagon of the Ministry of Defense. There is no doubt that this is the safest and most secretive prison in the world. one.

Also last night, Professor Charles' thoughts filled the air in New York. It was hard to say how many souls and memories were visited by him. But this morning, the memories in the minds of all the citizens who directly watched the battle last night had completely changed.

No matter why the Department of Defense accepted Magneto in the end, it must be full of mutually beneficial deals. This is politics.

For mutants, a crashed plane hit the Statue of Liberty. What happened last night had nothing to do with mutants. Especially for Professor Charles, who advocates peace, this will not make the relationship between humans and mutants , the relationship that was already in danger has become more resistant and rigid.

Turning Magneto over to the military seemed to make Professor Charles a mutant and a traitor to friendship.

In the short term, Magneto's radical approach has a significant effect on the revival of mutants, but over time, it is harmful and useless, and human counterattacks will drag the entire world into the quagmire of war.

Professor Charles seems to be helping humans in a short period of time, but in fact he has established an alliance with humans and received a large amount of assistance and resources. As his elite education model continues, mutants with excellent human genes will be able to enter more easily. Human elite society.

Moisturizing things silently and fully accepting human culture and systems, so that the race can truly continue. If we look at the long term, Professor Charles's silent racial integration model is far more destructive than the radical Magneto. .

Whether Charles or Magneto, their purpose is the same, but their methods and directions are different.

Stark held the cup in both hands and was silent in a rare moment. His silence was undoubtedly because he truly felt the divine power and political wisdom of Professor Charles, whom he had never met before.

Memory and perception are the two most basic aspects of human existence. If they can be smeared and modified at will, then does the meaning of a living being that exists as a person's identity seem a bit too illusory, or in other words, this kind of Has existence itself become meaningless?

Solo had been prepared for this, but even if Stark was a guy full of good intentions and imagination, as a normal person, it was difficult to accept such a thing for a while.

"As long as he wants, he can turn you into a fool who can only drink porridge and runny nose for the rest of his life, and then sit in the sun and giggle."

Zoro lazily leaned on the sofa, looking at Stark who swallowed his saliva and remained silent, a smile full of evil appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"This world is much more exciting than you imagine! Stark! God really does exist, and there is far more than one!"

Zoro's voice was low, and then he grinned and said

"Fortunately, Charles is a man who has great control over his power. Both he and Magneto regard the mutant race as too important, so this will become a shackles around their necks, and they will use power arbitrarily, and the result will be human counterattack. Then it’s a lose-lose war.”

"So, you can rest assured that Professor Charles will not remove your head and replace it with a little girl who loves to wear pink princess dresses."

Zoro adjusted his sitting posture and turned to look at the expressionless Stark. To be honest, he was really looking forward to this scene.

The scene described by Solo obviously appeared in Stark's head. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he secretly decided that while the research office was trying to counter the telepathic link, he would rather not meet with the very friendly bald professor.

"How is your research going?" Solo glanced at Stark, he relaxed his arms and said, "The concentration of palladium in the blood has reached 51.3%... Tsk! I feel more and more that when I come back, I will see What arrived was your black and white photo! Hmm! Do you really not want to consider making a will first?"

The malicious teasing made Stark snort. He turned away and ignored the snickering Solo. The research on Solo's energy had just begun to hit a bottleneck.

The energy in Solo's body exceeds that of Earth's technology. With Jarvis's computing power, it is impossible to deduce the energy structure, let alone reconstruct the elements.

"I really want to shut your mouth."

"A lot of people think so..."

Zoro shrugged his shoulders, paused slightly, and then said, "My equipment will leave early tomorrow morning! Well! Man, all I can say is, good luck to you."

This time when he returned to New York, he had gotten what he wanted. He had absorbed geomagnetic energy to upgrade more than half of the fire source, and at the same time, he had obtained two crucial pieces of information from Professor Charles.

Solo clearly remembers Professor Charles' warning about the whereabouts of Colonel Stryker and Adamantium Metal, as well as the guy wandering in Texas with energy similar to that of Fire.

Such a terrifying mutant actually solemnly explained the danger to him. This was enough for Solo to sort out two things in his mind, first get the Adamantium Metal, and then go to Texas.

A complicated look flashed across Stark's face. The antidote may be in front of him, but he does not have the golden key to open the treasure box. If he cannot analyze Solo's energy, then he may have less than 1% chance of surviving.

What Solo said was true. He should really consider how to deal with his affairs.

After a moment of silence, Stark pursed his lips and chuckled freely. Finally, he flicked his fingers and got a glass of wine from the table next to him. "Forget it, it's settled between the two of us. Get out of here early tomorrow morning!"

Also under the halo of morning light, the police station in Queens was noisy and noisy, with people passing by, shouting and crying.

"Om..."

Suddenly, a force that is incomprehensible to ordinary people filled the air, and all the sounds stopped suddenly. Everything in the police station seemed to be suspended in time. Even the blowflies flying on the bread kept flapping their wings in suspension.

The door of the police station was kicked open, and a tall figure strode in, wearing a silver cane with a complicated pattern, a well-trimmed black windbreaker, blond hair neatly combed back, beautiful and deep blue Although the eyes and face are old, the handsome features of his youth can still be seen.

This man who appeared mysteriously had a faint smile on his face, and his whole body was filled with the aura of an old-school and well-established gentleman.

His goal here was obviously clear. He walked straight through the frozen crowd and walked towards the morgue behind the police station. The silver cane clicked on the ground and the sound was as clear as knocking on a person's heart.

The morgue was cold and filled with a faint stench unique to corpses, but his face revealed a trace of a smile of enjoyment.

Striding towards the depths of the morgue, with a tap of the silver cane, the large morgue refrigerator slowly slid out. There, there was a beautiful woman with long black hair.

But at this time, she had her eyes closed and her face was pale, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

"I found you, baby..."

When the man looked at the woman, his eyes showed unexpected admiration. A ball of rose-red energy emerged from his fingertips, vaguely transforming into the outline of a human shape.

With a gentle tap of his finger, the rose-red energy blended into the corpse, and his fingertips gently brushed against the cold, scarred face. Wherever the fingertips passed, the bloodless pale face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, strands of light blue energy poured out from the seven orifices of the spirit butterfly, gathered in the man's palm and struggled around. After a few breaths, it turned into a few light spots and dissipated.

If Zoro were here, he would definitely be shocked by the scene in front of him, because the thinking energy this man extracted from Psylocke's body was exactly the aura left behind when he killed Psylocke.

The tiny, almost non-existent breath was still easily found by the man. A very interested smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered, "Oh? An interesting energy...unheard of...yet somewhat familiar..."

"Um!?"

Suddenly, the man seemed to feel something. He suddenly raised his head and looked into the void behind him. A majestic and indifferent golden halo flashed in the depths of his blue eyes, and a charming smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The response is still so quick, we should go, little baby!..."

The silver cane tapped gently, and with a "dong..." sound, the bodies of the man and Psylocke disappeared at the same time. At the same time, a switch seemed to be turned on in the police station, instantly returning to the previous bustle.

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