[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra economic chief

The sky is dim, and the morning in Paris has a unique coolness. The Seine River seen from the window shuttles through the city, and the cruise ships going down the river open up a new morning with the hustle and bustle of human voices.

Regulus woke up in this kind of breath. Ever since he was dragged into the lake by the ghost corpse to be accompanied by silence, he fell in love with this kind of noisy sound after he woke up again, as if this kind of time reminded him that he was still alive. To live in this world, instead of being cold and cold with the corpse.

After washing up, he snapped his fingers, and Kreacher from Black's old house appeared in the kitchen out of thin air, happily serving his young master. After a while, a scent wafted from the kitchen, and the X-Men who got up smelled the smell. The man sitting at the dining table is thin and well-mannered.

There were 6 breakfasts neatly placed on the table, and Professor X expressed his gratitude to Regulus as a representative.The two parties hadn't introduced each other yet, and Sherlock, in his pajamas, sat straight before the rest of the breakfast.

"Mutant?"

"Yes, we shall..."

"The family was rich and your childhood was good. Your stepfather treated you well and left you a lot of family property. A younger sister seems to be a mutant." Sherlock, who had an old problem, started to show off again. , and finally concluded with a divine sentence, "You don't like that agent."

Before Professor X came back to his senses, he turned his attention to the Wolverine on the right hand of Professor X: "You were born by your mother cheating on others. You have an older brother, a half-brother, a lover, and you are an undercover agent sent by the enemy. , tsk tsk..." Wolverine looked carefully at the cat-eared Wolverine again, "It's so pitiful, and he has lost his memory."

The dining room echoed at the speed of Sherlock's machine gun. The surprised Professor X didn't care whether the person sitting across from him was a friend. He touched his brain with his index finger and invaded Sherlock's thoughts. The ability had just invaded. For a moment, Sherlock looked at Charles who was wandering in his thinking palace, and asked with interest: "Is this your ability?"

"What?" Charles stood outside the palace in a daze, vaguely aware of where it was, and asked for confirmation, "This is it?"

"My mind palace."

Swallowing the non-existent saliva, apart from the existence of self-shielding, this is the first time Professor X has encountered such a difficult situation, and he has no defense at all.Pushing open the door, walking into the building inside, facing the towering books and the countless separated rooms, thinking about whether he still has to search in this vast ocean in the future.Moreover, what is even more incredible is that the other party, who is an ordinary person, can also enter his own mind.

Thinking is a matter of an instant, and with the aftertaste of the palace no less than his castle, Professor X, who knew it was meaningless, withdrew his ability and pulled Wolverine's violent claws.

"Mr. Holmes' deduction method is quite true to Holmes." Although he couldn't completely penetrate his thoughts, it was more than enough to find some 'insignificant' memories.

Sherlock, who was a child, has always been a goldfish in Mycroft's eyes. The revisited memory is a dark history that he obviously cannot touch. ," Sherlock pointed maliciously.

Regulus paused slightly while drinking the porridge, but did not speak.

Although he knew that Sherlock's suggestion was inappropriate, the stimulated Professor X still couldn't help but shot at the only stranger present, and the X-Men watched the confrontation between the two with nothing to do with themselves.

The author has something to say: I dare not speak anymore because I have a guilty conscience. I am still taking exams recently. I have worked hard for those who don’t want to stop updating.Remember how much debt I owed?Reminder, the author slowly fills in.