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“I apologize for my previous attack, Mr. Yang Le.”

Sentinel robot Nana apologized to Yang Le in a feminine electronic voice.

“It’s okay, Nana.” Yang Le waved his hand dismissively, as he felt nothing except a little heat.

“Thank you for your generosity.”

Just as Yang Le and Nana were talking, the base gate slowly opened. Seeing this, Yang Le didn't waste any time, said goodbye to Nana, and strode inside.

He passed through a short tunnel, took an elevator, and went all the way down. After about a minute, with a ding, the elevator finally reached its destination.

The elevator doors opened, and Peter and the others were already standing outside, welcoming his triumphant return.

“Welcome our hero home!” As soon as the Craftsman saw Yang Le walk out, he set off a party popper he didn't know where he found, and colorful streamers shot into the sky.

Yang Le looked at the slowly falling streamers in the air, and couldn't help but think that according to the time of the 65B universe, his birthday seemed to have passed.

“I really didn’t expect it.” Peter walked to Yang Le's side and looked him up and down, now transformed into X-Gobot.

“Swordmaster, Hyperion, and Vulcan, all defeated by one person, this is something I never dared to imagine.”

“You saw the scene of my battle?” Yang Le caught the blind spot in Peter's words.

Swordmaster and Vulcan were easy to explain, but Hyperion only appeared later. There was no reason for Peter and the others to know.

“We saw it with the drones in the base.” The Craftsman smiled and pointed to the huge display in the base.

“It’s a pity we didn’t see the whole picture. The drone was destroyed when you exchanged punches with Swordmaster. By the time we dispatched the next drone, you were already back. You were so fast, it seems they didn’t pose much of a threat to you.”

“No, Swordmaster and the others are indeed very strong, I’m just a little bit stronger than them.”

Yang Le stretched out his right hand and made a gesture that would enrage men in a certain country.

“Excessive modesty is not cool at all.” Peter said with a smile.

Yang Le shook his head and canceled the transformation. In fact, despite his humble bragging, the ambush by the three of them had indeed pushed him to the brink.

If any one of the three were singled out, Primal Gobot could handle them, although it would be troublesome against Vulcan.

But facing the siege of three people, Primal Gobot had no way to win. Yang Le could only use his trump card—X-Gobot.

With X-Superman offline, X-Gobot was his strongest alien hero. Single-universe level beings were just ants to him, multi-universe level beings could barely catch his eye, and mega-universe level beings could fight him head-on.

It can be said that as long as he doesn't encounter an omnipotent universe level big shot, he can contend with almost anyone.

“Let’s not talk about these.” Yang Le lightly brushed the topic aside.

“How is it? Are the supplies in the base still sufficient?”

“Very sufficient. Although some were eaten by those Death’s Heads, that’s just a drop in the bucket. With what’s left, we won’t be able to finish it even if we die.” The Craftsman said, obviously he had just inventoried the supplies.

“What about those Death’s Heads?” Yang Le asked.

“Nana has already cleaned them up.” Franklin proudly puffed out his chest, as if he had done it all himself.

“Little F, you look like a proud father whose child got a perfect score.” Valeria complained, making fun of Franklin has almost become a habit for her.

“Nana is not my child.” Franklin retorted to his sister, but even though his face was flushed, he couldn't say the following words.

Because he didn't know what Nana was to him. Franklin knew that the reason he transformed the Sentinel robot into Nana was because of his longing for his mother, Susan. Simply put, he missed his mother.

However, because Nana was created by him, he also had a kind of feeling of looking at a cub towards Nana.

Therefore, Franklin has two emotions entrusted to this robot at the same time, which can be said to be very complicated.

If Yang Le were to comment, he would only say that Franklin was being a mother hen. Instead of thinking about these unnecessary things, he should think about how to recover his superpowers and restore the world.

Looking at Franklin who was once again closed off, Peter sighed and shook his head. Fortunately, he had already taken painkillers, otherwise, bearing the constantly ringing spider-sense and comforting this child who can’t grow up would be terrible to think about.

He really didn't know how he got through it before.

“Okay, everyone.” Peter clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention. After the headache was relieved, he seemed to have become that Mr. Nice Guy again.

“With Harpy's help, we have obtained sufficient supplies. I propose that we have a long-awaited party tonight, what do you think?”

“That’s a good suggestion!” The Craftsman was the first to respond.

“I haven’t had a drink in a long time. Although I can’t get drunk, it’s still necessary to have a small drink.”

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“I have no objection.” Moonstone shook her head. She also felt that she needed to relax. The dangerous wilderness has kept her mentally tense, and wheat beverages are really a necessity at this time.

“I agree too.” Valeria flicked her hair.

“But before that, I have to take a shower. I don't even remember when I last took a shower. I advise you all to clean yourselves first.”

“That’s right.” Peter nodded, feeling that Valeria was right, and then looked at the Craftsman next to him.

“Craftsman, are there any changes of clothes here?”

“Don’t underestimate the X-Men’s base, Peter.” The Craftsman said proudly.

“Our battle suits are all produced here. Trust me, they are definitely better than the beggar clothes we are wearing.”

‘Even if they are better, I haven’t seen the X-Men escape infection.’

Yang Le slandered in his heart. He had killed a lot of mutants along the way, but he would not say this.

“Then it’s decided, everyone will go to clean up in batches, and finally come back here to have a party.” Peter made the final decision when he saw that no one objected, and then issued the order.

“First is Little V and Karla, then Harpy and the Craftsman, and finally me and Little F.”

As for why not take a shower together, no one would ask this stupid question. After all, this is still the apocalypse. Peter and the others are only temporarily safe, and vigilance is still needed.

However, although leaving people on guard is also important, it is not the most important thing.

The main reason why Peter wants to take a shower in batches is because of Franklin, who was assigned to the same group as him.

Peter's eyes flickered. He had kept this secret in his heart for many years, wondering if he would take it to the grave with him.