[X-Men] The unrequited love of two people

Hank let out a sigh of relief.

Emma sat on the sofa, closed her eyes and began to search, trying to connect with Charles's mental waves.

"It doesn't seem to work..." Emma shook her head.

"What do you mean it can't be done?" Eric frowned, and his mood was tight.

"I haven't found Charles' telegram, and I can't get in touch with him. I haven't encountered such a situation."

When Eric heard this, his whole heart twitched again. He didn't worry about anything, the only thing he was afraid of was what happened to Charles.

Suddenly Hank knocked on his forehead, "Oh, why didn't I think of that." After that, he turned and walked away quickly. It wasn't long before Eric and Emma saw him come back with a laptop.

"What did you bring your laptop for?" Emma asked, pointing at the computer.

"Did you forget that I'm a technician in the regiment?" Hank held his eyes on the bridge of his nose with his hands. He began to use the computer to connect to the cameras installed in public places, and retrieved the past videos to check one by one.

"Pause." Emma patted Hank on the shoulder and exclaimed, "Look! That man!"

"I'm not blind, Emma, ​​of course I can see one that big."

"Why is that Layton guy running here again?"

"That's not the point," Hank reminded her. "The point is that he was the last person to see Charles and talk to him, maybe..."

Before Hanke finished speaking, a loud sound of metal tearing was heard outside the window. Emma next to her screamed in fright. Turning her head, Eric was slowly lowering his hand from the sky, and he actually destroyed the street lamp outside. Unrecognizable!Eric blinked calmly and looked at them, but they couldn't be more clear in their hearts that Eric was indeed angry, and he was angry calmly. This person is really perverted and terrifying, just when Hank thought so While sleeping, Eric called his name, and Hank immediately widened his eyes and became alert. "What do you want?!"

"Can you help find information about that person?" Eric pointed to the man in the paused screen.

"Lighton? No problem." Hank started working immediately.

five past four

Hank sat in front of the laptop with a confused look on his face, as if he had encountered a problem.

"How? Is there a result?" Eric asked eagerly.

"There is no such thing as Layton." Hank shook his head.

"What did you say?" Emma didn't understand what he meant.

"It means Leighton is not called Leighton."

Emma looked a little dazed, "I still don't understand what you mean."

Hank didn't answer right away, he turned the computer and pushed it in front of them, motioning for them to look for themselves. "But it's worth mentioning that when I searched the web, I found another interesting thing."

Sebastian Xiao, the founder of Hellfire Biotechnology Group, all three of them recognized the person in the photo because he was Layton.

Game 17

Charles opened his eyes tiredly. He was lying on the sofa at this time. Charles looked at the man in front of him in a straight suit with his back to him standing in front of the desk.

The feeling of drowsiness and pain filled Charles' mind, and he tried to recall the previous events. At night, he returned to the backstage after the performance, and then met Layton who came to look for him, and then Charles planned to return to the room to return the ring. go back.Later, he felt a heavy blow to the back of the head, his eyes went dark, and when he woke up, he appeared in this unknown ghost place.

Charles looked around, the curtains of the room were drawn, and he couldn't see the outside scenery. He couldn't judge where this was, but the only thing Charles could be sure of was that he had to be careful about the man named Layton in front of him.

Charles began to use telepathic waves to get in touch with other people. At this time, the first thing he thought of was Emma, ​​who had a similar ability to himself.

[Emma?Emma, ​​can you hear me? ]

[Emma?I seem to be in trouble, where are you now? ]

No one responded, and Charles felt strange. He had used this spiritual method to communicate with Emma countless times, and this was the first time it didn't work.

Charles tried to get in touch with Jean Gray, the leader who also possessed psychic abilities, but the communication still failed.Charles couldn't help feeling a little worried. He moved his body uneasily, and his elbow touched the table next to the armrest.

"Hehe, you've woken up." The man turned around when he heard the movement.

"Lighton, where is this?" Charles looked at him cautiously, and asked cautiously. He used his mental ability again, trying to enter the opponent's brain to read information, but this time he still failed. What happened to him? The current situation is as if there is some kind of invisible wall that isolates Charles' ability from the outside world.

"Charles, are you reading my mind?" The man smiled and walked up to him, pointing to his brain.

Charles blinked and didn't answer. The man's words made him feel that the reason why he couldn't use his ability was absolutely inseparable from him.

"Tell me, what is your relationship with that clown?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Charles retorted sharply, and his little affection for this man has now hit a new low.

"Oh, it seems that what they said is true, you two are really a couple."

"I know you're still asking."

"Have you had a relationship?"

Charles ignored him.

"It seems so," a slight disdainful smile appeared on the man's face, "How many times have you been with that guy?"

Charles glanced at him resentfully.

"Are you angry when you look at people like this?" The man smiled and touched his chin. "No, I think you are more like seducing others, which is not good."

Charles paused in his heart, and hurriedly looked away from him.

"Lighton, you said that, since you have told me that you will not harass me again, why did you bring me to such a ghostly place." Charles questioned him.

"You know, I'm a businessman." The man spread his hands and smiled narrowly at him, "When dealing with others in business, I usually put etiquette first, and things that can be negotiated in a gentle way are the best. However, of course there will be times when the negotiation fails, so I will spare no effort to get what I want by any means. Do you understand this truth?"

"I'm not a thing," Charles retorted.

"What can I do better than that man?"

"I just don't like you."

"That's all you love about having that clown fuck you, Charles?"

"Be careful what you say." Charles said impatiently.

"What kind of gymnastics do you usually like to use that guy to use for you?"

Charles' complexion became more and more ugly, and he finally couldn't help swearing in anger, "Lighton, shut up the fuck."

"Charles Francis Xavier, I know being soft doesn't work for you." The man rushed up and grabbed Charles by the arm and forcibly pulled him up from the sofa, ignoring the opponent's resistance and dragging him to the Throw him hard on the bed.

In terms of strength, Charles, who is not tall, lost a lot to the opponent, but now he is still unable to use mind control. Neither he nor the right time and place have an advantage. Charles warned himself not to make too much resistance, otherwise The greater the resistance, the stronger the pressure will be.

"Lighton, wait a minute, then, you, didn't you say you like me?" Charles asked in a weak tone, and deliberately put on a pure expression to please the other party, even though it made him feel uncomfortable. He was disgusted.

The man was startled when he heard this, and an intriguing smile climbed onto his face, "Well, yes, I really like you." But the man's face changed in the next second faster than the mask, "Before Yes, but now I just want to fuck you." The other party tore his face and said with gnashing of teeth angrily, he put his hand on Charles' neck and grabbed it hard, "It's not the first time you've been fucked by a man anyway, I know I'm right." The man pressed him into his arms with brute force, buried his head in sniffing, biting and tearing his clothes on Charles' neck, and his hand started to be on Charles' thigh in the most unruly way Wander around and explore.

"Let go of your hands! Bastard!"

The man pretended not to hear it, and the obsession in his eyes became more and more revealing, "How many times do you say you have to fuck you to wash away the stuff your little lover left in your little cave? Huh?" While talking, he He groped under Charles with his hand.

Being groped by someone you don't like is uncomfortable enough, let alone a guy who has a history of molesting himself.Charles was very cold, and cursed the second foul language in his life: "You are so fucking disgusting!"

"When I put that thing in there and kill you, you won't be able to say such things, little sheep."

"Shut up, don't call me that." Charles gave him a vicious look.

"Do you want to record a video? Have you ever made that kind of video with other men?"

"Go to hell."

The man snapped his fingers, and then pointed to the position of the desktop DV player on the right, "Very good, do you see it? The effect of shooting from that angle is outstanding. I won't lie to you, little sheep."

This hateful bastard was thinking of doing this from the very beginning. Charles felt an unprecedented hatred for the bastard in front of him. He took advantage of the man's distraction and kicked him in the stomach, and then Turned over and got out of bed to run away, but was caught and dragged back by the man who was so angry and ashamed.

When Charles came to his senses again, he only felt bursts of pain on his right cheek.