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Fisk even heard the grinding sound made by Klaue as he sat up from the leather sofa.

Klaue denied it directly: "What a joke! Fisk, how could I betray you? This is absolutely slander. Don't let anyone sow discord between you!" His voice was anxious and a little angry.

Fisk stared at the old Black Panther King, his eyes like two sharp swords, as if he could see through the old king's heart, and said, "Klaue said it wasn't him, what else do you have to say?"

The old king shouted angrily: "He is lying! He told me that! There is no need for me to lie to you, I just want to find my son back!" His eyes were bloodshot with anger, and his voice was almost a roar.

Fisk snorted coldly and hung up the phone. He didn't believe the old king's words at all. He said sarcastically: "Who am I to give you the last chance?

Stop wishful thinking!

I'm not that easy to fool." The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a look of disdain.

After a moment's silence, the old king took a deep breath and said slowly: "The real culprit is Charles from Xavier's School for Gifted Children." His voice was no longer excited, but filled with firmness and determination.

After hearing the name, was he sure?

He didn't lie.

A raging rage instantly ignited in Fisk's heart, and his eyes narrowed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, these ignorant mutants!"

He cursed in his heart, "I clearly let them go once and gave them a chance to survive, but I didn't expect that they would still be so ignorant of their own lives. How dare they provoke me!"

He recalled the last battle with the mutants. It turned out that he let them off because of Charles' reputation as an Alpha-level mutant.

But now, they are so ignorant that they dare to challenge the emperor.

In that case, there is no need for him to be polite.

"Now I say, when can you return my son to me?"

"Don't worry!" Fisk stood up and said, "Let's talk about compensation now." He pointed to the wound on his chest that had not yet fully healed, and then pointed to the damaged window not far away, as well as the blood-stained carpet: "These things are very expensive!"

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Charles always felt a little uneasy.

He had just hung up the phone with Nick Fury.

Because he discovered that Nick Fury actually wanted to use the X-Men that he founded.

He wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife and get rid of the man named Fisk.

This made him angry.

Fortunately, Fisk gave him some face.

They didn't kill them all.

But, I don’t know why.

He always felt that something big was happening.

Logically speaking, this is impossible.

Because there are no secrets in front of him.

However, Charles never takes the initiative to probe other people's memories.

He has always adhered to the principle of respecting and protecting the privacy of others, except in extremely special and necessary circumstances.

But this uneasy feeling made him panic. It was a fear that spread from the bottom of his heart, tightly wrapped around his heart like an icy poisonous snake, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He couldn't remember the last time he had this feeling. It was as if it was a distant past that was buried deep in his memory, so vague that he couldn't grasp it.

After hesitating for a moment, he pressed the call button on the table. His slightly trembling fingers showed his inner uneasiness and anxiety.

Qin walked in from outside.

Charles asked her anxiously, "Are you...hiding something from me?"

Qin hesitated and struggled, her eyes were evasive and her hands were twisted together unconsciously, which confirmed Charles's guess.

Finally, under Charles's questioning, Jean honestly said, "Cyclops and the others informed Wakanda that Fisk was likely the culprit behind the tragedy in Wakanda. When I tried to stop them, they had already sent the message."

Charles frowned, his face suddenly darkened, "How could he be so impulsive? Why didn't he tell me about this first?"

Jean lowered her head and defended herself in a low voice: "Cyclops is also for justice. He wants to seek justice for the victims."

Charles shook his head helplessly and sighed worriedly: "But such reckless behavior may put us in an even more dangerous situation." His voice revealed deep helplessness and worry, and his brows were furrowed like two heavy shackles.

"Fisk is not someone you can easily mess with. He is a ruthless, devilish guy who will do anything to achieve his goals. And Wakanda will not give up. They will get to the bottom of this matter." Charles' eyes were solemn, as if he could see the terrible storm that was about to come.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. His brain was like a fast-running precision machine, thinking about countermeasures: "Now, we must be prepared to deal with the possible storm."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sudden extremely violent explosion outside, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had erupted in an instant. The entire ground was shaking violently, like the prelude to the end of the world.

A Wakanda fighter plane hovered above Xavier's School for Gifted Children like a terrifying behemoth, and launched a frenzied bombardment on the mutant school below.

For a moment, flames shot up into the sky and thick smoke billowed like a giant black python. Countless buildings turned into ruins in an instant.

Countless mutant students suffered heavy casualties. Their miserable cries and desperate cries for help intertwined together, like sharp blades piercing people's hearts.

The X-Men rushed out of the building one after another, but soon they could only dodge in the school the light blue pulse waves that were raining down from the sky.

Wolverine was knocked to the ground by the powerful impact of the explosion. He struggled to get up in the dust, roaring angrily. The sound seemed to break through the sky, but it seemed so weak.

Cyclops tried his best to fire blazing lasers, but the nimble fighter plane was always able to cleverly dodge them, making his attacks in vain.

The school instantly turned into a cruel hell on earth, and all this was just the beginning of the horror.

Charles was pushed out of the building. He saw the school was almost destroyed in the blink of an eye, and he immediately became angry, pushing the mental wave to sweep towards the fighter planes in the sky. Although vibranium is the hardest metal, it has no way to stop the existence of mental waves.

However, just as the spiritual wave was about to sweep over the fighter, a pink light suddenly appeared from above the fighter, followed by a strange pink magic circle that appeared above the fighter. The magic circle emitted a strange light, as if it came from an unknown mysterious realm, exuding a creepy aura.

Charles was shocked and thought to himself that this mysterious magic circle seemed to contain powerful force that was enough to resist his mental waves.

However, he was already furious at this time and decided to increase the output of his mental waves in an attempt to break through the obstruction of this strange magic circle.

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, a deep laugh came from the fighter plane, which sounded particularly eerie in the chaotic battlefield. "Professor Charles, stop struggling. Your consciousness can't get in. I spent a lot of effort to defend against your mental attack." The voice was full of sarcasm and disdain.

Charles gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. He didn't say anything, but his mental waves became more and more turbulent, and he started a thrilling contest with the pink magic circle.

The cabin door slowly opened.

Fisk jumped out of it.

His entire body was covered with strange pink runes. Those runes seemed to have life, constantly emitting a seductive pink light. The light flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dimmed, like a rhythmic breathing.

The runes were like nimble snakes, crawling freely on Fisk's body. They twisted and slithered, and every movement made people feel an inexplicable fear.

Some runes are intertwined to form complex and mysterious patterns, while others float alone as if looking for something.

Fisk stood there, surrounded by these living runes, like a demon walking out from the depths of hell, exuding a terrifying aura.

Fisk jumped out of the cabin door and hit the ground violently like a falling meteorite.

There was a loud "bang" and the ground was instantly covered with dust, forming a huge hole.

Fisk's feet sank deeply into the ground, and the surrounding soil and rocks surged in all directions like waves.

He squatted slightly to cushion the huge impact. The pink runes on his body glowed brightly at the moment of impact, as if trying to fight against the force.

The dust gradually dissipated, and Fisk slowly stood up. Countless spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground beneath his feet, spreading into the distance.

His grim face was vaguely visible in the flying dust, and his eyes revealed a chilling murderous light.

The fighter planes in the sky stopped bombing, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence. The only sounds on the battlefield were the burning flames and the groans of the wounded.

Fisk raised his head, looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The X-Men looked at Fisk with anger. Wolverine's claws popped out, and his eyes flashed with anger.

A red light flashed behind Cyclops' glasses, ready to fire a deadly laser at any time.

Charles suppressed his anger, tried to stay calm, and tried to find Fisk's weakness.

The other X-Men also clenched their fists and tensed their bodies, preparing for a life-and-death fight with Fisk.

Fisk laughed nonchalantly: "Just you guys?

You want to stop me too?"

The pink runes on his body glowed brighter, as if cheering for the upcoming battle.

Fisk looked at Professor Charles who was still trying hard to break through the rune defense on his body. The disdain and indifference on the corners of his mouth were like materialized flames: "Professor Charles, don't waste your energy. I admit that your spiritual power is indeed as powerful and terrifying as the ocean, but before these runes dissipate, you'd better not struggle anymore." His voice was full of sarcasm and his eyes were full of contempt.

Fisk took a step forward, and the runes on his body flickered and jumped as he moved. "I have no grudges against you mutants, and I have never offended you. You have come to me for trouble time and time again, and I gave you, Professor Charles, a lot of face last time.

I let you so-called X-Men live, but today you actually want to kill someone else. You actually want to use Wakanda to kill me! Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Fisk took another step forward.

His eyes became more ferocious, and his voice became louder: "Do you really think that I, Fisk, am easy to bully?

Do you think such a little trick can kill me?

too naive! "

Fisk suddenly raised his foot and stomped hard on the ground. The foot seemed to contain a huge force, and the huge force instantly compressed the surrounding air, making it emit a dull "humming" sound.

Then he stomped heavily on the ground, and the whole earth seemed to tremble.

A thin, childish, and somewhat stubborn boy dressed like a student suddenly emerged from the mud. His thin body trembled slightly, and in his hand he held a dagger that flashed a strange green light. The green light looked particularly eerie in his hand.

Seeing this, Fisk's eyes flashed with a trace of cruel murderous intent, and his gaze was like a cold blade, making people shudder. He raised his hand, and a powerful force burst out instantly. The air seemed to be solidified instantly, immediately locking the boy and freezing him firmly in the air.

At this moment, Charles hurriedly pleaded: "Fisk, don't hurt him! He is just a child, acting on impulse!" Charles' voice was full of anxiety and worry, and the voice trembled, as if carrying deep fear and pleading.

Fisk snorted coldly, unmoved, without stopping his movements. There was no mercy on his face, as cold as the merciless god of death.

The boy's skin gradually turned purple, the color like ripe grapes, but it was caused by severe lack of oxygen. His eyes bulged out, filled with fear and despair.

"Fisk!" Charles suddenly turned his gaze to Cyclops, who looked at the professor with some disbelief, his eyes full of astonishment and confusion. But then he knelt on the ground with a plop, facing Fisk, his body trembling slightly with fear.

"We have no intention of making enemies with you. I didn't know that they leaked your information to Wakanda. If I wanted to do that, the people from Wakanda would have come long ago and would never have waited until now. This matter has nothing to do with the school. It is Cyclops' personal behavior. This is a misunderstanding. Now I hand Cyclops over to you. Can you put the student down?" Charles' voice was pleading and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Fisk grinned, a smile full of mockery and disdain.

He stretched out his hand and threw the boy in his hand to the ground beside him like a piece of garbage. The boy's body fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

Fisk and Charles looked at each other.

After a moment's silence.

Fisk took out a cigar, and a flame appeared in the air, lighting the cigar directly. "Professor Charles, isn't this a misunderstanding?

Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, there is no need for me to kill them all. You can take care of your own people.