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Chapter 280 The Shawshank Redemption, the protagonist is named Shawshank.

It has hair, legs, and Eric...

To be honest, Professor X was somewhat envious of Charles in front of him.

Professor X wasn't the only one who thought this way; Magneto thought the same.

Because he had already heard that in the timeline where Du Mu and the others were, the diplomat was not Hank, but Eric.

Moreover, Eric has a special privilege: if necessary, the other side can use Charles as a nuclear weapon to deter foreign enemies at any time.

Magneto's eyes widened in astonishment.

This is exactly what he's been dreaming about!

If he had received this treatment back then, with Professor X as his nuclear weapon, mutants wouldn't be in this predicament now.

Even if humans don't care about him, they have to consider Professor X's hair.

With Professor X as their overt nuclear weapon, how could humans dare to push mutants to the brink of extinction?

At worst, we'll all perish together!

Du Mu asked curiously, "Speaking of which, who actually controls the Sentinel robots now?"

"A group of humans who do not have the X gene in their bodies."

Storm's tone carried a hint of suppressed anger: "These people were originally the elite class in human society. When the Sentinel robots suddenly went out of control, the first to suffer were actually those high-ranking humans who carried the X-gene."

"They seized the opportunity to take power, not only taking over the government but also firmly controlling the Sentinel robots. They ordered the Sentinel robots to kill or capture all people carrying the X gene around the world to ensure that the world was controlled by pure humans, thereby maintaining their rule."

Du Mu raised an eyebrow after hearing this.

Indeed, no matter what kind of world it is, there is no shortage of ambitious people.

He said, "Isn't this problem easy to solve? Professor X can just use his abilities to control all those people, right?"

Professor X shook his head and said helplessly, "I've tried, but those humans somehow got hold of a batch of special materials and created a device that can block telepathy over a large area. My ability has no effect on them."

No wonder.

Du Mu finally understood.

He thought Professor X had such high moral standards that he refused to intervene even though his race was on the verge of extinction.

It turns out it wasn't that I didn't want to, but that I couldn't.

Du Mu suddenly noticed a blind spot: "Wait, the Sentinel robots can also capture mutants?"

He originally thought the Sentinel robot's programming was to kill any mutant personality it encountered, but he didn't expect there to be an option to capture them alive.

Professor X nodded: "Yes, if a mutant gives up resistance or is completely incapacitated, the Sentinel robots will not execute them on the spot, but will instead capture them."

"However, if you are actually arrested, the consequences will be worse than death."

Magneto coldly took over the conversation, his face grim: "All mutants captured by the Sentinel robots will be sent to special prisons built specifically for mutants, where they will lie in laboratories and be dissected and studied by humans like lab rats, suffering a fate worse than death."

Upon hearing this, Eric's face darkened.

He and Magneto share a common experience: being imprisoned in a concentration camp as children. He knows better than anyone what it's like to be treated like livestock.

Hearing that my compatriots are being treated like this, I can't suppress the anger in my chest.

He gritted his teeth: "Then tear down that damned prison and rescue all our compatriots."

Professor X sighed: "It's not that simple. That mutant prison is not only guarded by a large number of Sentinel robots, but it is also equipped with a special device that emits light that suppresses the X gene. As long as we get close to that area, all of our abilities will be disabled, and we will be no different from ordinary people."

It's Sentinel robots again, telepathic shielding devices again, and beams that suppress mutant abilities again.

Is it possible that the world's entire technological advancements have been focused on combating mutants?

Du Mu couldn't help but make a comment.

But one has to admit that the humans in this world are indeed amazing, having actually developed so many mutant artifacts.

With this combination of punches, not to mention ordinary mutants, even the most powerful mutants would be utterly crushed.

Of course, this excludes those like Qin who have cheat codes.

Eric was still unwilling to give up: "So we're just going to stand by and do nothing?"

Professor X sighed: "We had no choice; the price was too high."

They're already struggling to deal with Sentinel robots, let alone have the equipment that can suppress mutant abilities.

If they were to attempt a prison break, they would likely perish there before the other mutants were even rescued.

"Du Mu, what do you think?"

Eric had no choice but to turn his attention to Du Mu, knowing that the latter was always the most resourceful.

[NPC Eric Lansheer has given you a new quest]

Mission: Prison Break Operation

Objective: Proceed to the mutant prison and rescue the imprisoned mutants.

[Reward: Depends on task completion rate]

"Of course they need to be saved!"

Du Mu glanced at the mission prompt and said almost without hesitation, "We are short-handed right now. Those mutants who are imprisoned, regardless of their strength, will be a force to be reckoned with if they are released, and will make our future plans go more smoothly."

Looking at the very manly Phantom Cat, he said worriedly, "But the problem is, the mutant prison is full of X-gene-suppressing beams, so even my abilities can't get in. Even if we manage to break in and rescue them, what if we get entangled by the Sentinel robots? Then reinforcements will arrive, and none of us will be able to escape."

Phantom Cat's words are spot on.

Saving someone is one thing; whether you can escape after rescuing them is another.

The mutant prison is such an important place that it's impossible for the humans not to take it seriously.

Once their whereabouts are exposed, a steady stream of Sentinel robots will arrive. Even if the mutants are rescued, they will be trapped inside and unable to escape.

Unless they can wipe out all the Sentinel robots at once.

Du Mu grinned: "Do you know how Andy Dufresne escaped from prison?"

Phantom Cat looked bewildered: "Who is Andy Dufresne?"

"You don't even recognize him? He's the main character in 'The Shawshank Redemption'."

"Huh? Isn't his name Shawshank?"

New York, USA, a mutant prison.

Located in a prison cell, several mutants are imprisoned here.

They all had a metal device strapped to the back of their necks, pressed tightly against their skin, gleaming with a bright yellow light.

This device is specifically designed to suppress the X gene; once worn, mutants are essentially unable to use any of their abilities.

But it's not over.

The four walls of the cell continuously emitted a faint purple light, which served the same purpose as the instrument on the back of the neck.

With this double protection, both mutant prisoners and mutants who break in will become as weak as ordinary people.

In addition, the armed human guards inside the prison, along with the sentry robots guarding the perimeter, completely eliminated any possibility of the mutants escaping from here.

The mutant prisoners in the cells sat or lay on their beds, their eyes vacant and their expressions numb, seemingly having long since given up resisting.

There is only one exception.

On the wooden bed in the corner, a middle-aged man with silver hair was curled up, head down, staring at the ground, seemingly deep in thought.

His name is Pietro, codename Quicksilver.

He was originally an X-Men member, until his legs were broken by the Sentinel robots.

Don't ask him how a speedster broke his leg.

He has had his legs broken countless times throughout his life.

Whenever a formidable enemy appears, his swift legs are the first to suffer. He's gotten used to them breaking so many times. However, Quicksilver has never given up on the idea of ​​escaping.

After so many years of training, he has learned to walk upside down on his hands, which is even smoother than walking on his legs.

Given a chance to unleash his abilities, even a Sentinel robot would be left helpless and helpless.

He had also studied the area and found that although the prison was filled with light that suppressed the X gene, there was one place that was not covered by the suppressing light.

That's underground!

If he could get underground, he could use his abilities and tools to dig a tunnel in a short time and escape this hellish place.

He had also prepared his digging tools, including a small stone hammer.

Although this lousy prison doesn't treat mutants like human beings, it at least gives prisoners half an hour of exercise time every day to prevent mass suicides. It was during that time that he traded the hammer with another prisoner.

But the problem also followed.

How is he going to remove the device on the back of his neck, and how is he going to break this hard concrete floor?

Quicksilver's lips twitched: "How come this isn't quite like the plot of 'The Shawshank Rescue'?"

The protagonist in that movie used a small rock hammer to smash a tunnel and escape from prison.

But when he tried, the cement on the ground was as hard as iron. With his broken stone hammer, he probably wouldn't be able to make a hole even if he tried until he died.

"Shawshank ruined me!"

Quicksilver regretted it immediately.

He should have watched more prison break movies or learned a few tricks from Magneto, the prison break master.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump.....

Just as Quicksilver was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

What was that sound?

Quicksilver listened intently, only to find that the sound was getting closer and closer, seemingly coming from underground.

The next second, he saw the concrete ground below disappear into thin air, revealing a perfectly square pit.

A head popped out of the pit.

Wearing a helmet and clutching a pickaxe, he was covered in dust and dirt, looking like a miner who had just finished digging a tunnel.

When Quicksilver saw the face clearly, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed in surprise.

"Dad! You've come to save me!"

Eric: "???"

Are people nowadays even calling out "Dad" to save their lives?

Eric's lips twitched, and he lowered his voice, saying, "Keep your voice down. I'm here to get you out of here. Call the rest of you."

Quicksilver nodded vigorously: "I understand, Dad."

"I'm not your father, don't call me father."

Eric's face darkened.

He doesn't even have a wife, so where would he get a son?

Besides, Quicksilver looks older than himself, how could he possibly call someone "Dad"?

Quicksilver nodded again: "Okay, Dad."

Eric:

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Quicksilver didn't waste any more words. He jumped off the bed, put his hands on the ground, and like an acrobat, ran upside down to the mutant prisoners, muttering something to himself.

This scene looks rather eerie.

No one knows what Quicksilver said to them, but the mutant prisoners all turned around and saw Eric in the pit.

His previously empty and numb eyes gradually brightened, and his face was filled with excitement. Without saying a word, he ran over here.

"Just jump down."

Eric left those words behind, then ducked his head and disappeared into the pit.

The mutant prisoners exchanged glances, then jumped in one after another without further hesitation.

Quicksilver jumped down after him.

Then he regretted it.

The pit was ridiculously deep; he fell for several seconds without seeing the bottom.

My body kept falling, the wind was whistling in my ears, and it was pitch black all around me, so I couldn't see anything.

Spicy!

Falling from such a height, I'm afraid I'll be covered in bruises.

Quicksilver closed his eyes in fright, his mind racing like a movie reel.

thump!

The next second, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into the water.

"Gurgle gurgle—!"

Water splashed everywhere. Quicksilver thrashed about for a couple of moments before finally managing to get out of the water and fall flat on his backside.

He was panting heavily, soaked to the bone, his hair plastered to his face, looking utterly disheveled.

Quicksilver ignored all that and stared wide-eyed at his surroundings.

This is a huge underground space, with signs of excavation everywhere. There is a pit above my head, the very one I just fell into.

Directly below the pit, there is a pool of blue water. It is not large, but it looks quite eerie. The water in the center is neatly shaped like a cube, and the water flowing outward stops just a few meters away, without spilling a single drop.

It was obvious that he had just fallen into this puddle of water.

The problem is, if you fall from such a height, even into the water, you can't possibly be completely unharmed, right?

Quicksilver looked utterly shocked: "What is this?"

"Water spilled onto the ground."

Du Mu stood to the side, offered an explanation, and gave Quicksilver a strange look.

When others fall, they land feet first, their lower bodies are submerged in water, and at most their pants get wet.

Quicksilver, on the other hand, fell headfirst and almost drowned.

Then, Du Mu raised the silver iron bucket in his hand and scooped it up from the water. The water on the ground disappeared instantly, leaving not a single drop, as if the puddle of water had never existed.

The iron bucket in his hand was now full of water, the surface of which shimmered with a faint blue light.

[Item: A bucket of water (a full metal bucket; creatures falling into the water will not suffer fall damage)]

Upon seeing this, Quicksilver was surprised again.

But he felt more at ease; as long as he couldn't understand a phenomenon, he could simply assume it was caused by mutants.

"Are you also a mutant who came to rescue us?"

Quicksilver stood up, his face beaming with joy.

Quicksilver: (·)

Du Mu: (。—。)

Goodness, this was the first time he had ever seen someone stand up and talk using their hands.