Grandpa Guang Weizheng[Comprehensive]

Weapon X was intercepted by Lorna at the pier, and when she rushed to join the file, she passed the huge projection screen in downtown Gotham and saw the Iceberg Hotel being broadcast live on it.Even if the operation suddenly went wrong, Lorna did not panic. She called Pietro and asked him to send Edward Nygma to Professor X as soon as possible.

"It's too wasteful to spare this man here to guard him. Let Charles do this kind of thing. Anyway, he has nothing else to do." Polaris said, and then, for Wanda, she asked her Stand still, but always pay attention to the dynamics of the file, "If she has the ability to go berserk, she can be stunned first, and I will talk about the rest when I come over."

After hanging up the phone, she looked at her two little friends with a serious expression on her face: "We have to speed up."

As far as Polaris is concerned, although she has the same ability as her father, there is a world of difference between the application and the ability itself.Magneto and Professor X are both Omega-level mutants. She has seen the confrontation between the file and her father. In all fairness, she doesn't think she can defeat the out-of-control file.

After pondering for a moment, she looked at Damian: "Rich guys like you should have some self-defense weapons on you, right? Do you have an electromagnetic wave launcher for mutants?"

"Will you be angry if I say I will take you?" He pointed to the watch in his hand: "Hurry up, it will be worse if it takes too long, she has the protection circle of Stark Industries, and I have Wayne The group's launcher should be able to suppress her."

Edward Nygma was quickly transported away by Quicksilver. At this time, ghosts don't care whether he will bruise his neck due to excessive wind pressure.Edward, who had a broken bone, was thrown directly in front of Professor X. Kuaiyin hurriedly left what happened in the recorder, and shouted, "Tune the audio yourself and slow down. They need me—" It disappeared quickly.

Then turn back.

Kuaiyin looked around and hesitated to speak. Under Charles' questioning eyes, he finally gave up his mind: "Well, professor, I, I have one more thing to tell you, but you can't tell others that I told you. Is that okay?" After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath without waiting for Charles' answer: "Captain America was killed, and the murderer was right in front of Lily, but... although I believe her, she is An Omega-level mutant, even if it wasn't her intention, would have terrible things happen if her abilities got out of control. So if I call you, can you find Lily and suppress her? Not into the brain, just, That, suppress her, and leave the rest to us."

"No problem." Charles nodded. He moved the wheelchair forward and stopped in front of Pietro: "I can agree to your request, but Pete, I don't think I have a chance to make a move."

"I hope so." He frowned: "But... this is her last real relative."

Pietro left and set off a whirlwind. Charles ignored the gentleman who fell on the carpet, but maneuvered the wheelchair slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows.He looked out of the window, the courtyard was full of sunlight, the grass and trees were green, and the students were playing happily, and it was thriving.

He once imagined that it would be great if there was one more child chasing and laughing here.She might discuss cosmetics with Wanda, stay up all night playing games with Alex, feel that the literature appreciation class is too boring, skip class to watch movies with Quicksilver, and ask Qin to help mark the key points before the exam.Maybe I will argue with my classmates, get into trouble, and be sued by others, but what does it matter, anyway, who can't make mistakes?

He sighed, his eyes left the cozy courtyard, and passed through the barrier to a more distant place.

"I won't have a chance to make a move." He whispered firmly, as if declaring: "I said I would not enter your brain without permission, and I will keep my promise."

He also believed that the file who had promised him to abide by the bottom line and never kill innocent people would also keep his promise.After playing with the phone between his fingers for a moment, he pushed open the window and threw it away.The mobile phone drew a rounded parabola in the air, and fell into the pool with a plop.

"Okay, let's deal with your business, sir." Withdrawing his confused thoughts, he took a deep breath and organized himself before turning to Edward: "I'm very sorry that you seem to be unable to stand up now, please wait a moment Wait, I'm going to call someone now - I'm really sorry that the wheel pinched your hand, you know wheelchairs are hard to control."

—he believed her.

——He won't have a chance to make a move.

·

The file knew that the images of him killing Voldemort in public would definitely cause discomfort to many people. When these videos were posted on the Internet, who knew what kind of monstrous waves would be caused.Maybe I was the fuse for the first time I don't know how many times I boycotted mutants—but who cares!

Killing a Voldemort, she just felt that the karma in her heart was still unsettled, and her terrifying eyes swept over all the onlookers one by one. These guys with terrified expressions might be good targets for a big killing spree. She couldn't wait to see To the picture of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood——

She covered her eyes.

Taking a trembling deep breath, he came to Wanda and Bucky.

"I'm in a bad state now, and I can't continue to act with you. I entrusted Steve to Rocky. After all, he is an Avenger and an official organization. It will save a lot of unnecessary trouble if he protects Steve. Trouble." Her eyes were as calm as water, and after giving them a deep look as if saying goodbye, she hugged them tightly: "Don't worry about me, I'll be back soon."

The file is missing.

All the information on the Internet with keywords such as [Iceberg Hotel Massacre] [Mutant Massacre] [Terrorist Mutant] were all blocked for unknown reasons and could not be searched.But the heat remains high, and people continue to question the legality of the file, who can override the law and directly judge another person.But a few days later, someone photographed an exact replica of the guy killed on the streets of London.

Because the person is so iconic, it is very difficult to fake it.Numerous photos certified by the great gods are pure and natural without PS, but the move of the file still arouses the disgust of most people.

"No matter what the reason is, she shouldn't have done this." The interviewed citizens said: "She looks like a villain. I can't accept this kind of person to protect us. Think carefully about every time I was on TV before. Seeing her is the same. These mutants always think that they have powerful abilities and don’t pay attention to us ordinary people. If she dares to treat an ordinary prisoner like this today, she will attack the citizens tomorrow! I ask the government to take immediate action , first check whether her mental state is normal, and then strengthen control over these mutants."

Warren turned off the TV.In the past few days, both the Internet and the news have been constantly discussing the [Iceberg Hotel incident], and now the topic is gradually turning to how to deal with mutants.He glanced at the closed door, and after walking back and forth in the living room a few times, he finally stopped at the door.He clenched his hand into a fist and raised it high, finally put it down, bent his fingers and knocked on the door.

"What to do." There was a weak response from inside.

Warren: "...see if you're dead!"

After confirming that the other party was not dead, he threw himself on the sofa again even more irritatedly.

Since the last time he was assassinated, he not only strengthened his training, but also made a new security assessment of his environment.But also because of this, when the file covered in blood appeared in front of him, his first reaction was to cut off all the power immediately.

This appearance cannot be photographed, and others will find her immediately.

He looked at her like this and was speechless for a moment: "You..."

"I'm fine, other people's blood. Don't worry, I've been covered by myself, and I won't leave anything with you." Her voice was calm: "I'm here to tell you that Wolverine was refined because of its super self-healing ability. After the reagent is released, your regenerative ability is also very strong, after Wolverine is protected, I think the next clearer target is you, so be more careful."

Warren frowned: "...that's all you want to say?"

"If you are willing to give me another clean dress, I would be very grateful. It doesn't need to be too expensive. I will leave right away."

Warren: ...

He flapped his wings without hesitation, hit the transparent barrier and yelled at her in a low voice: "Do I look like the owner of a convenience store! No clothes!" Then, he returned to the desk and opened the drawer Throw a bunch of keys at the file: "The keys of my house, go take a shower! Wait after washing, I'll be back soon!"

Holding Ruo's file, she was a little puzzled. Looking at Warren who had opened the window, she finally couldn't help asking, "Where are you going?"

"Shut up!" The veins on Warren's forehead twitched. "Do you think I'll keep some women's clothes in a small size at home? - Go to the shower! You look like you just came out of the juicer. "

"But do you know the number of my clothes?"

"Do you still need a number? Just buy you a sack and poke a few holes."

He looked very annoyed, his brows were always furrowed, and someone grabbed his wings behind him who was about to spread his wings.Warren looked back at the file that was grabbing his feathers: "Don't push further, what more do you want?"

"Sorry to trouble you again." The file wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, and said seriously, "I still want to thank you."

After speaking, she let go of her hand and took two steps back, leaving enough room for Warren to spread his wings.

Hell, it's like this again.

Warren couldn't help but roll his eyes.Every time, every time, every time.The file thanked and apologized seriously and well-behaved. He didn't know how many times he had experienced it. Maybe it was true that the contrast with normal times was too great. Up to now, Warren has not learned how to deal with this situation correctly and effectively.

"...Go back and take a shower, don't use the bathtub, use the shower. You can use new towels, and find a hair dryer in the cabinet. There are cupcakes in the refrigerator, and you can eat one." The speechless Warren chose Turning his back, he spread his wings behind him.

"I won't seek death at your house." The file poked his neck: "So can I use the bathtub?"

Warren froze for a moment, and then he blocked the question, and flew up without looking back: "Dry your hair a bit. I have something to talk about when I come back."

Because Warren disapproved of her using the bathtub, after the hot water touched her skin, it seemed that the exhaustion accumulated in her body exploded at this moment, making her almost collapse.At this point she was glad she didn't use the bathtub, otherwise she would have seen a dead body in the house when Warren would come.The clothes were packed and destroyed, the file was wrapped in a bath towel, and I didn't even bother to blow my hair. After wiping it half dry, I wrapped myself in a soft quilt.

"It's very warm..." she murmured, and quickly fell asleep.

By the time he came back and saw the cupcakes with only a small bite on the table, he could already guess how serious things were.The door to the room was ajar, and when Warren finally found File's head from the ball-shaped quilt and stroked File's hair, he let out a long sigh.

"Never obey."

Even though she was about to be swallowed by physical and mental exhaustion, the file opened her eyes after half an hour. She lay on the bed for a while, and didn't get up until Warren knocked on the door.Looking at the clothes on the bedside table, the file rubbed his head.

"Tell me, what are you going to do." Leaning on the sofa, Warren crossed his legs: "If you don't want to talk about the previous things, forget it, and I'm not interested. I just want to know what you plan to do next. "

"I'm planning to go to Helm's Underworld." The file replied seriously: "I once awakened the mutant ability in the Alaska snow cause due to excessive blood loss and low temperature environment a few years ago. Come back. I’ve been there before, so I want to go again the same way.”

Warren sneered: "In other words, you want to find an excuse for killing yourself?"

"No, I'm serious about this." Her eyes were extremely serious: "I'm going to Haim's Underworld. I've been there before, and now I'm going again. I'll be back. I don't know how to make it happen. You believe me, but I must go."

It was a silent confrontation.Warren couldn't say anything to dissuade him, knowing that when the file acted like that, no one else could change her decision except for Charles in her head.

"What can make you change your decision, Lydia." He leaned on the sofa with a tired face: "That's where the dead go, how can you guarantee that you can still come back? Maybe I am insignificant, and you never say anything Don't mind it, but there must be someone who can make you care. Whose advice will you follow? Who can change your decision?"

"I'm sorry Warren." She looked at him apologetically. "This is my only choice."

Warren didn't answer.He covered his eyes with one hand, and waved weakly with the other.After a suffocated silence for a long time, Warren rubbed his face vigorously: "If you need to use the cold storage, I can help you."

The file was stunned: "What?"

"It's nothing, if you don't need it."

·

After the freezer was emptied, Warren kept his eyes on the file.She went in, sat down, and cut a bloodletting hole on her wrist with a knife. The blood spurted out and gathered on the ground, because the temperature was too low and quickly solidified.

His eyes were complicated, and he hesitated to speak a few times before he sighed.He stretched out his hand and grasped the file with some cold hands, as if she would disappear if he let go, he said every word: "I hope, you can keep your word."

"Don't worry." The file's barely visible blood-colored lips bent: "See you later."

·

Haim's Underworld is barren everywhere, the sky is always covered with dark clouds, and the light is so dim that you can almost see the road under your feet.Steve and Saul kept trekking without meeting anyone around. Time seemed to lose its meaning here, and they didn't know how long they had walked, and in the end there was only meaningless repetition left.

They weren't thirsty or hungry, they weren't even very tired, and they were starting to feel more and more sluggish thinking.

"I don't think our state is right." Steve stopped, and he looked at Saul who was moving forward and couldn't help calling again: "Sol?"

"Wait, come and take a look." Saul took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and pointed: "Do you think there is someone there?"

Steve looked in the direction of his fingers.

Yes, there is indeed a woman sitting on that boulder.

Then she stood up.

She saw them too.

"Who are you?" She approached very fast, stopped a few steps away, looked at the two of them, and finally settled on Sol, then frowned: "Asir? Why don't you have divine power? What kind of god are you?"

This woman is not to be underestimated.

"This is from the courtyard." Sol put away his hippie smile, and said in a calm voice, "I am the son of Odin, Thor Odinson, the god of thunder, because he was exiled and lost his divine power, so he no longer uses the name of the god of thunder. He kept a serious face, and subconsciously wanted to take out a handwritten version of his business card. After suddenly realizing that he was dead, he continued to say seriously: "So, now you can call me 'Master Negotiation' or 'Silver Tongue' Saul."

Beautiful woman: "..."

The silence lasted for a few seconds, and she turned to look at Steve: "Are you from the atrium? Come with me, your way is here."

After speaking, she turned around and left, as if she would be infected with some terrible brain-dead virus if she stayed where she was, she moved faster than when she came.

Steve looked at Saul helplessly, and gave him a follow-up wink, making sure that he understood and then chased after him.

"I'm sorry." He said in a humble and polite tone, but he didn't get too close to the other party. He kept a very safe distance for both parties and asked: "I haven't asked how to call you yet."

"I am the god of death." The woman turned her head: "I am the son of Odin, the heir to the throne of Asgard, the god of death, Hela Odinson."

The author has something to say: Hella: What kind of god are you? ...excuse me, goodbye

Asgard Express——

【Exile the elder son, drive away the younger son——Odin, the evil father, why did you force them here! 】

【Shock!This is why the God Empress Frigga ran away from home! 】

[The man is silent and the woman is crying!The lonely man in the center of power! 】

【"If you choose them, leave my palace!"

Odin flipped through the newspapers one after another blankly, and finally found this message in the 5cm×5cm lower right corner of the last page:

【Oops!The Rubik's Cube has been stolen! 】