Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

Deny? No~ Charlotte didn't intend to deny it.

After all, it was common knowledge that Charles and Eric were a couple.

The love, hate and vengeance between them cannot be fully expressed even in 10 movies.

The bond between the two was destined the moment they met.

In Charlotte's opinion, Eric loved Charles just as deeply, otherwise why would he take Raven away.

Isn't it just to remind people of someone by looking at the things and to express your longing?

Charlotte even suspected that when no one was around, Eric would ask Raven to turn into Charles and talk about love with him.

After all, Raven wanted to be familiar with Charles, so she had to imitate him perfectly.

Yes, that must be the case!

After reprimanding Raven, Charles looked at Eric apologetically and explained with a serious expression:

"I'm sorry, Eric. Raven has been obsessed with those third-rate romance novels lately. She's always fantasizing about young men and women's love affairs. I think the plots must have poisoned her brain."

"I understand." Eric nodded, glanced at Raven and Charlotte and said:

"After all, they are young people."

Unlike Charles, who had a happy childhood, Eric's life was filled with misfortune.

Moreover, there was no love in his eyes at this time. He only wanted to seek revenge on the Black Emperor. He even felt that he was born for this.

In his opinion, cooperating with Charles is the right thing to do, and he also does not deny that he has regarded Charles as one of his few friends.

But lover? That's a little far-fetched.

Charles turned his head and glanced at Charlotte. He had nothing to say about Charlotte, the teenager who hung out with Deadpool, and completely ignored him.

Riven's brain was only damaged by the poison and she can still be saved, but Charlotte is completely beyond help.

Talking to Charlotte, Charles worried about his own brain.

Bob took two steps forward, stretched out his hands and rubbed Charles' shoulders, with a perverted smile on his face and a weird tone of voice.

"Charles~~~"

Bob was shocked because he originally thought Charles was a gay.

He was still hesitating. If Charles made unreasonable demands on him, how should he refuse without hurting Charles' feelings?

Finally, it was confirmed that there was no problem with Charles' sexual orientation, which made Bob breathe a sigh of relief:

"It's all right, it's all right~ Now that you've seen my hand job, let's go! Now I'll take you to watch me masturbate."

The Director of Operations of the CIA of the United States is indeed extraordinary. He shoots down planes as he says.

Using the anti-aircraft electromagnetic cannon, Bob accurately bombed the test simulator. He licked his lips with satisfaction, turned his head to look at Charles and others, and raised his eyebrows.

This is science!

After demonstrating the power of science, Bob reluctantly let go of the console, squinted his eyes and looked at Charles who was standing elegantly.

"Do you want to try it?"

"I can't." Charles shook his head. He had no interest in this. Instead, Eric walked up and stared at the smooth muzzle of the gun and said:

"I'm very interested in this."

Possessing the ability to manipulate magnetism, Eric has a deep feeling for this weapon.

Although his abilities are not yet so handy, Eric still sees something different.

"You?" After hesitating for a few seconds, Bob finally stepped aside and watched Eric approach the anti-aircraft gun and put his finger on the panel.

After fiddling with the buttons and the messy data on them for a few times, Eric decided to control the instrument himself.

He used his ability to rotate the muzzle twice casually, then watched the simulator activate the firing button. Feeling the rotating muzzle, the accumulated energy and the flying shells, Eric's eyes lit up slightly.

However, the anti-aircraft shells fired by Eric were far away from the target aircraft. He tried to use his ability to deflect the shells, but still failed to catch up with the target. He frowned in dissatisfaction.

Eric was unhappy, but Bob nodded compliantly: "This thing looks simple, but if you want to hit the target accurately, it still needs computer simulation and more operations."

Standing behind Eric, Charles watched the whole process of Eric's failed masturbation and comforted him:

"I know what you are thinking, and I believe I can do the same one day."

Eric said nothing, just shook his head.

This kind of precise control is still a pipe dream for him now.

"How is it?" Bob smiled proudly. This was the coolest technological product he had. Although it was still a defective product and could only be used as a model machine, it was cool enough.

"It's really amazing." Eric had to admit that humans have their merits, but there are some things that humans can never do, but are easy for mutants.

Eric never underestimates himself, as a mutant he can do more.

"I want to play too~" Seeing how interesting this thing was, Charlotte immediately raised his hand and wanted to masturbate in front of everyone.

"Next time! Next time! Besides, there is no model machine anymore, and this thing also needs maintenance." Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Bob quickly stood in front of the anti-aircraft electromagnetic cannon with disordered data and refused.

Eric's violent use made Bob feel bad for his beloved gun, so he decided to give it a comprehensive maintenance.

After rejecting Charlotte, Bob took everyone to visit the radar that was under construction.

Pointing to the spherical radar tower, Bob said:

"Hank wants to transform this radar device into a transmitter to amplify brain waves and enhance your telepathic ability, Charles, so as to find more mutants."

Eric frowned and said, "What if those mutants don't want to be found?"

"Uh~" Bob was stunned and said, "Then of course we won't continue to disturb their lives."

Eric was still dissatisfied. "Instead of disturbing their lives, they are recorded? They are monitored day after day until they commit a crime or die."

Charlotte, who was walking behind them, also spoke quietly:

"They would secretly capture them, keep them in labs or slice them up for research, and then come up with a random excuse for their disappearance."

"No, we will never do that." Bob waved his hands and looked at Charles.

"You have to believe me. I'm not a bad guy. Although I will record the mutants I find, it will be a highly confidential secret. No one will disturb those innocent mutants."

"Come on~" Charlotte pouted and said:

"To trust those politicians?

You don't even believe this, but humans even capture humans for human experiments, not to mention those harmless mutants.

Compared to the more dangerous experimental materials, they are simply harmless guinea pigs."

Charles also nodded:

"We should discover our own kind by ourselves, and I will never allow their identity information to be recorded in any form."

Eric gave Charles an admiring look.

"That's my radar!" Looking at the two people interacting, Bob was very dissatisfied and said firmly: "What if I don't agree?"

"Then I'm afraid you'll need to find another telepath with the same abilities as me," Charles replied firmly.

Charlotte on the side looked at Bob sinisterly and said:

"Don't underestimate the shamelessness of the CIA. They are likely to track, monitor, and secretly photograph us after we find the mutants.

In this way, we can obtain the identity information of the mutants we find, and those mutants who are willing to join us will definitely be recorded by the CIA.

For the safety of these mutants, I think we should still be cautious.

After all, this little fat guy doesn’t look like a good person.”

Bob's eyes widened and he turned to look at Charlotte in disbelief.

This is his territory, and his people are everywhere around him, but Charlotte still slandered him in front of him and didn't treat him as a human being at all.

With a sullen face, Bob walked up to Charlotte, looked the young Charlotte up and down, and spoke with suppressed anger:

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what is your superpower?"

"Me?" Charlotte pointed at her own face and was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and said proudly:

"I'll scare you to death if I say it!"

Charlotte looked arrogant:

"My superpower is that I can talk to pigs."

Charlotte nodded to Bob and said, "I'm not kidding, I really can."