Masked Rider from Marvel World

They are going to die, what does it have to do with me?"

"Oh!" Hank sighed deeply, and a trace of sadness appeared on the Beast's face. Is it still not working?

"But... I can make an exception this time and help you. Just consider it as preparation for the final battle."

Hank suddenly felt that things were looking up, but he quickly realized what was happening and couldn't help but frown. "What do you mean by the last battle?"

"Of course it means literally." Ling Ge said playfully, "You are not so naive as to think that after this battle, the world will be at peace!

When I attended that meeting before, there were already people coveting my power. It was only a matter of time before they took action.

But if I show some super fighting ability in the decisive battle, I guess those people will be unable to sit still."

"No, the president will definitely protect you." Hank said nervously.

"Forget it! This kind of thing has happened to me more than once or twice, I'm very familiar with it.

To put it another way, even if the president can protect me now, he will eventually step down!

The pressure I will face will be even greater then.”

Hank was silent. He knew Ling Ge was right. They could protect him temporarily, but not forever.

"What are your plans?"

"You don't have to worry about that. I will take my family to a place where no one can find us." Ling Ge said with a smile.

Hank was slightly stunned, "Sorry, this is what humans owe you."

“Don’t even mention guilt or anything like that, I don’t care.

I only have one small request, our family..."

"I will take good care of the little rascal. I promise you this with my life." Hank interrupted him and said very seriously.

"I just like talking to smart people, who can understand everything."

622. A collision between old friends, a long distance of less than ten meters

In a dark cave, Magneto sat in front of a table. Mystique, John and others acted as guards, quietly standing by his side.

After a while, he sighed deeply, "Be prepared! Soon our gathered mutant forces will be impacted."

"What impact?" John asked puzzledly. Their current situation was very good. As long as they were a mutant, they would spontaneously join the parade.

"Charizard, you are still too young. You are full of passion, but you still need to practice using your brain more." Magneto laughed and then gave Mystique a wink.

The other party chuckled and explained, “We took the initiative and seized the initiative, but there are pros and cons.

Although a large team of mutants has been assembled, their spirits are not united, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are a group of scattered sand.

Besides, those humans haven't made any moves yet!"

"Yes, they will then publicize the effects of the therapeutic agent and the purpose of developing it, and use various methods to portray themselves as righteous and caring about mutants.

By then, there will be many traitors in our ranks, and of course those fence-sitters will remain neutral."

"How despicable!" John threw a ball of fire upwards, venting his anger, "They all deserve to die."

“That can’t be said, those who are willing to receive treatment should go!

One day they will regret giving up their racial talents, and those fence-sitters will sooner or later realize that humans cannot be trusted.

But this is also a good thing for us. Humans will help us eliminate unfavorable factors and uncertainties in the team and gain a truly like-minded army of mutants.

Sometimes, it is the quality of the troops that matters, not their quantity. "

John calmed down a lot after hearing this.

At this time, the mutant who could move at high speed came in and looked at Magneto seriously, "I detected something, an electromagnetic force, and it is huge.

He's a mutant, level five, the most powerful mutant I've ever experienced, stronger than you."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Magneto's ability was already abnormal enough. So far, only Professor X could match him. Now a mutant stronger than him has appeared. It's really unbelievable.

Magneto's lips curled up slightly, as he remembered that many years ago, before he and Charles parted ways, they once invited a little girl to join Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

The girl's name is Jean Grey. At the age of a teenager, the abilities she inadvertently exudes are enough to affect the entire town. She is very powerful.

However, precisely because her ability is too terrifying, Charles set up a mental fence to restrict her.

He has had a lot of dealings with the X-Men over the years, but Jean Grey has never shown the talent hidden deep in her heart, which made him think that the little girl has become just like everyone else.

But she didn't expect that she would get such a big surprise today. It seems that Charles can't control her mind, otherwise he wouldn't let Jean Grey run away.

If he could get her, a fifth-level mutant, to join his team, then the war would be a sure win.

Thinking of this, Magneto's eyes became more eager, "Where is she?"

"Do you know her?" Mystique asked curiously.

“Of course, it’s not just me, you know him too.

I thought she would always stand against me, but now it seems that this powerful mutant may not stand on the same front with us. "Magneto laughed, and then looked at Night Walk, "Take me to find her quickly, I don't want Charles to get there first this time."

"I understand!" Ye Xing smiled and began to lead the way.

...

Jean Grey's home.

Charles, sitting in a wheelchair, accompanied by Storm and Wolverine, slowly approached the house he hadn't visited in more than ten years.

"You two wait here for me."

"What?" Wolverine said in surprise, he thought he had heard it wrong.

"This is for your sake. Let me go see her alone!" Charles said solemnly.

He made this decision after careful consideration. Jean Grey's ability has now been awakened. Since she can kill Scott, she may be able to kill Storm and Wolverine.

In front of the fifth-level mutants, only he, the best among the fourth-level mutants, could barely hold on. If the two of them came over, they would be killed instantly.

"You're right, Charles, this mutant is indeed special." Magneto walked over and said proudly.

"What are you doing here?" Wolverine asked vigilantly. He was not afraid of other mutants, but Magneto was his natural nemesis.

"Like Charles, visiting an old friend."

"Eric, I don't want to cause any trouble." Charles said, also warning Magneto not to cause trouble.

"Don't worry, I don't want to either, let's go in!"

The two of them walked forward in tacit understanding. Charles saw several mutants standing guard at the door of Jean's house and frowned slightly.

He didn't know the other people, but he was very familiar with John and Mystique. The identities of the remaining mutants were self-evident, as they were all Magneto's subordinates.

If a fight breaks out, the chances of winning are slim!

Charles' face was heavy, "I'm here to take Qin home, don't bother me."

"Just like before?"

"She needs help. Jean is sick."

Magneto laughed disdainfully, "How funny, you sound just like her parents."

As the two approached the door, Magneto paused in front of Red Tank and whispered, "Don't let anyone in."

Red Tank narrowed his eyes and looked at the two X-Men opposite him with a disdainful smile.

I hope the two of them are sensible, otherwise he wouldn't mind killing two people as a sacrifice before the war starts.

At this time, the roar of a motorcycle was heard, and Ling Ge drove the Mechanical Creator and stopped in front of the gate.

He transformed the mechanical creator back into the form of a mobile phone, looked at the few people and said with a smile: "It seems that I am not too late. Can you let me in?"

"No." Red Tank waved his hand and stood in front of Ling Ge, looking at him disdainfully with his height advantage.

Ling Ge ignored him and instead turned his gaze to Magneto, saying playfully, "This is the man you recruited. He looks strong, but he lacks tact."

"Do you want to die?" Red Tank whispered, with great anger in his voice.

"Tsk! This is not just blindness, this is brainlessness!" Ling Ge said speechlessly, "Didn't you see that your boss didn't say anything?"

Only then did Red Tank look at Magneto, and his meaning was very clear: Tell me how to deal with this.

"Mr. Lingge, I can understand why Charles came here, but why did you come here?" Magneto asked in a deep voice.

"Ah! It can be considered as a request from someone!

I will not interfere with Jean Grey's choice, although there is a 90% chance that she will choose your side."

"I feel good to hear the truth." Magneto heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that he was not here to snatch the person from him. Otherwise, with Ling Ge's fighting ability, it would take a lot of effort for them to capture him.

"Ling Ge, this..."

"I know what you want to say, but I won't help you.

You've kept her locked up for more than a decade. Can't you let Jean Grey make her own choice this time?"

Charles was silent. He understood the reason, but Jean's power was too strong. He was really worried about leaving her outside, not to mention that she was in Magneto's camp.

"I won't give up, Ling Ge. You don't understand how terrifying her power is."

"Yes! But you don't understand how terrifying my power is." Ling Ge said meaningfully.

"Pretentious." Red Tank said disdainfully.

The three of them looked at him together, and Magneto's face was filled with black lines. Is this guy so brave?

"Shut up! With his ability, it would only take him a few minutes to kill you." Mystique walked over and said. She swore that if the Red Tank was not still useful in the war, she would never care about his life or death.

Typical of a simple mind but strong limbs!

Didn't you see that Magneto was polite to Ling Ge? You bastard, why are you trying to be so strong?

When Red Tank saw that the second-in-command of the organization had spoken, he had to give up no matter how unwilling he was.

"Don't bother with the new guy. Red Tank just got out of the cell and his temper is a bit irritable." Magneto said angrily, "Let's go in first!"

"Let's go!" Ling Ge shrugged. He would not take the provocation of this big fool seriously, but if he continued to be aggressive, he would not mind sending him back to the cell.

The three continued to move forward, but after a few steps, John stood in front of Ling Ge.

"What are you doing again?" Magneto was speechless. He never thought that this short distance of less than ten meters would be so long.

"Sorry." John lowered his head and said, then looked at Ling Ge with a sharp gaze, "I need strength now, so, that hot memory..."

"Oh!" Magneto smiled and was very satisfied with the fire dragon's awareness.

Charles' expression changed slightly, "That thing is not something you can control."

"I am no longer your student, you have no right to teach me.

And this is my choice, you have no right to interfere. "John said, "Okay, Mr. Lingge."

"Young man, I admire your awareness." Ling Ge smiled meaningfully, then took out the hot memory and tapped it lightly.

【Heat! 】

"No one in this world is more suitable to use it than you.

As for the interface, I believe Mystique will prepare it for you. She has the ability to do so."

John nodded excitedly, and took the memory stick. He felt a sense of blood connection, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this thing was tailor-made for him.

623. A spiritual confrontation. I will save his life.

"Mystique, take the fire dragon and deal with it first. I'm curious about what power he will get."

Mystique was stunned for a moment, then hesitated and said, "But will the situation here..."

"Don't worry, Ling Ge won't interfere, and we have the advantage in numbers, so we won't suffer any loss.

What matters most is Jean Grey's choice, and I am absolutely sure of that."

"I understand." Mystique nodded with a smile, and then took John to equip his body with a memory interface.

Magneto tapped his finger lightly, and the metal door handle rotated automatically, and the door opened.

The three of them entered the house one after another. Everything in the room became extremely unstable. The kettle, bookcase, and desk lamp were all shaking violently. The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Jean Grey sat on a chair in the corner, looking at the people walking towards her with a cold gaze.