[Comprehensive British and American] After swapping bodies with the villain

Eric woke up from the sofa.

He is not young anymore, although the X gene makes him age more slowly than ordinary humans, but in recent years, he often feels powerless.

Especially after the White Queen defected to the Red Devil, the power of demonic mutants flourished, and the authority of the Brotherhood of Mutants was frequently challenged.At the same time, external threats are not worrying-ordinary human beings have held demonstrations in protest, demanding the abolition of the special treatment for mutants, while those who claim to be superheroes have formed an underground resistance organization to fight against the M family. dictatorship.

After accidentally shaking a glass and breaking a cup the day before yesterday, Eric clearly felt that he was getting old.

He needs a strong and ruthless successor to pass on his ideas and maintain the new era of mutants.

Wanda?

Her abilities are very powerful, but it's a pity that her mental state is not good enough, and her kindness prevents her from becoming a strong enough leader.

Pietro?

His ability is very useful, but it is only useful.What the mutants need is a weapon of mass destruction that can make the final decision. It can scare the enemy when it appears on the battlefield. It is as powerful as Magneto and Professor X.

Lorna?

She inherited the mentally unstable gene of the M family, but he was optimistic about her ruthless fighting style and her loyalty to the mutant race, but she could also manipulate metal and magnetic fields. Her ability paled in comparison to that of her father, and it was difficult for him The old subordinates are convinced.

Excluding his own children, among all the juniors, Eric was once very optimistic about Phoenix Girl and Cyclops.

It's just that their brains are too stupid, and they still stick to Professor X, believing some stupid words that mutants can live in peace with ordinary people.

As a last resort, Magneto adopted the suggestions of his scientists to cultivate a perfect heir through artificial genetic selection.

They tried many different combinations, but the results were not satisfactory.

The genes of mutants are inherently unstable. Even if two powerful mutants are combined, it is difficult to guarantee that the mutation ability of the next generation is what Eric needs.

Gradually, after countless failed products were produced, they discovered that there was only one road that had not been traversed.

That is to combine two genes with a high enough similarity to eliminate unstable factors and prevent the gene chain from mutating and collapsing again.

Just like the ancient European and Egyptian royal families, intermarriage was used to maintain the purity of blood.

Eric hadn't considered this route before, so he couldn't even give a reply on the spot.

But the night before, after sweeping the house to clean up the shards of glass and throwing them in the trash, he called and gave permission.

For the first time, the leader who had been fighting for the future of mutants realized that he didn't have enough time for himself.

Eric is not as ruthless as the public imagines, and he also knows how this decision will hurt Wanda.But there are some roads, once you set foot on it, it is difficult to turn back.

All the sacrifices he made for the mutants, all the good things he lost for this cause, every time he hesitated, he would turn into a monster and give him a bite, and healed those old scars. Bite it out, urging him to move on with dripping blood.

Eric was then coerced by a strong inertia, and he couldn't avoid it.

Perhaps because he was really old, Eric didn't even feel anything wrong the moment he opened his eyes.

At the last moment, it seemed that he didn't say unfeeling words to his daughter in Wanda's room, but fell asleep with the TV on like an ordinary old man.

Until he found himself holding a cup of strawberry-flavored milkshake in his hand, the cool cup was in his hand, and there was a bag of potato chips on top of his head.

He flipped up from the sofa nimbly, like a young man, and he even couldn't help but take a sip of what he was holding in his hand.

Sweet, cool and delicious.

And the simple and bright room in front of him doesn't seem to be the antique taste he had in the last century.

Eric frowned, looked around the room, and finally found a mirror next to the shoe cabinet at the door.

The person in the mirror has a pair of green eyes and a silly mouth. Compared with him, the facial features are much gentler. The face is small and the eyebrows are beautiful. It is probably the one that little girls like, just like Charles in the past. .

Most importantly, the person in the mirror is very young.

Terribly young.

Eric, who has exhausted all the tricks: "???"

Xi Ouluo couldn't help but rubbed his temples, feeling uncomfortable all over his body. Whether it was his dazzled eyes or the stiff and sore lumbar and cervical spine, he had the illusion that he was about to be buried in the ground.

The memory in this body is very impressive both in quantity and quality. Magneto's life can be described as a turbulent, ah no, bloody storm, with many enemies coming and going, and although there are few friends, the things they have experienced together are also thrilling.

He seemed to be watching an old movie with climaxes and climaxes, immersed in it for a long time, dominated by feelings that did not belong to him.

After browsing all the memories, nearly an hour had passed, Xiouluo picked up the glass water glass beside the table, took the water for himself, and drank slowly.

In the previous exchanges with others, he happened to prevent some kind of evil plan of the villain by accident.

But this time he couldn't do anything.

Just like the new era of mutants was not established by Magneto, he felt unable to use this short period of time to make any huge changes to this terrible world.

But things were right in front of his eyes, and Xiouluo had to do something.

Putting down the cup, Xiouluo picked up the antique-shaped phone on the bedside table, and prepared to call the chief scientist in charge of scientific research, ordering him to prohibit the mixing of Wanda and Lorna's genes to create new life.

But the moment he just picked up the phone, there was a knock on the door.

"Your Majesty Magneto," a gloomy voice appeared outside the door, and Sioro seemed to feel some kind of cold snake running across his back, which was uncomfortable. The man said unhurriedly, "I have some good news I want to report."

Sioro rubbed his waist and stood up from the bed.

He put on the iconic dark purple cloak, put on the helmet that can isolate the ability of mental mutants, and opened the door calmly.

Standing outside the door was a man with a mustache in a black suit. His skin was like dried blood, showing a frightening red color. A long red tail swung easily behind him.

Xiouluo raised his hands slightly, and two smooth iron balls were gently turning in his textured palms. He looked at each other a little bit, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "If it's not something important, I miss you You should be clear about the consequences of disturbing my rest."

The man stroked his oily hair that had been combed all the way to the back, whistled, and saluted briskly, "I'm sorry, I'm so inconsiderate, I didn't consider the physical routine of the elderly."

Sioro is not really Magneto.

But that doesn't stop him from hating the person and turning his loathing into action.

With a slight hook of his finger, an iron ball instantly turned into a fluid dart, pierced the air with a puff, and stabbed towards the red devil.

There was a flash of red mist in the air, and the red devil with teleportation ability suddenly appeared behind Xi Ouluo, its long tail just touched Xi Ouluo's neck, and it was hard and sharp across Xi Ouluo's skin, breaking A small bloody mouth was opened.

The slight sting was almost negligible, but there was an emotion called anger rising in Xi'ouluo's heart, and he didn't even want to control it.

The Red Devil grinned his mouth wider, and his eyes were full of sarcasm: "Young people's stress reaction is a bit too much, will you be considerate?"

The next moment, the dart hanging in mid-air turned quietly, and the cold light flashed past, like lightning in the dark, silently passing through the air.

The Red Devil repeated his old trick and teleported himself away again.

However, just as his figure gradually emerged, another iron ball that disappeared from Xi'ouluo's hands without knowing when, stopped there silently, and slashed across it fiercely.

The annoyingly dangling tail suddenly stopped, the red tip fell to the ground with a thud, and the bright red blood was dripping like a broken bead, hitting the light brown floor .

The Red Devil hissed softly, a trace of fear finally appeared on his face that was always fearless.

This is not the first time he has provoked Magneto, nor is it the first time he has been dealt with severely.

And the consequences every time reminded him that although Magneto was old, his majesty was unquestionable.

"I'll give you another chance," said Xiouluo, raising his eyelids calmly.

The Red Devil gritted his teeth unwillingly, and said: "This afternoon, Cyclops and Phoenix appeared in New Jersey, USA. Emma immediately launched a spiritual search nearby and found the hiding place of Professor X. At present, the local communication signal has already passed. Cut off by us, Cyclops and Phoenix are trapped in the high-pressure mutant ability suppression zone, but our people still suffer heavy losses, I request the support of your human elite troops to capture Professor X."

Siouluo's brows twitched fiercely.

High voltage mutant region of inhibition.

It is specially developed for mutants, although it is not as good as the mutant suppressor worn directly on the body - through the regular injection of drugs to attack the mutant genes in the body to completely disable the ability, but it is equally powerful.

Even if it is an Omega-level mutant, once it accidentally falls into it, its ability will be directly reduced to about [-]% of its normal level.

Usually at this time, after undergoing rigorous physical training, humans wearing all kinds of firepower weapons will turn back to use crowd tactics to kill or capture mutants.

This used to be a sharp weapon used by humans to persecute mutants, but after mutants became superior new humans, it turned around and became a tool for some mutants to fight among themselves.

Xiouluo raised his hand and pressed down: "Pause the action first, I will personally lead the team to the scene, don't act rashly."

The Red Devil was silent for half a minute, then lowered his eyes, and said reluctantly: "Yes, do you need me to teleport you there?"

"Is there no one under me who can teleport?" Siouluo asked proudly.

The red devil took a step back in compromise, and dissipated into the air with a puff.

Xi Ouluo rubbed his dizzy old eyes, the physical discomfort made him physically and mentally exhausted.

But it's about that venerable Professor X, it's about Magneto's old friend for decades, he has to come to the scene no matter what, whether it's letting them go, or capturing them alive, there must be a result.

Xi Ouluo waved his hand, and the soldiers at the door followed neatly, arranging for him to accompany him.

At the same time, a man in a white uniform took sanitary tools, cleaned up the blood on the ground very efficiently, threw the severed tail into the garbage cart, and pushed it away silently.

Xi Ouluo, who was immersed in distress, didn't see the behavior of the cleaner, and didn't realize another thing at all.

——Compared to the previous times when he traveled in a hurry, compared to the fact that he could only use the simplest ability of the opponent's body at the beginning, he has made rapid progress and has become more proficient.

He even chipped off a piece of someone else's body without changing his face.

Although that person no longer looks like a person.