Masked Rider from Marvel World

The beast roared and rushed upstairs, passing Ling Ge.

Soon there was a sound of fighting coming from upstairs, but from the screams it was not difficult to tell that Logan was being beaten unilaterally.

A few seconds later, accompanied by a long scream, a figure flew past Ling Ge's eyes and crashed into the stairs on one side.

Before Logan could stand up, the beast jumped down from the upstairs, grabbed him and threw him at Lingge's feet.

"Tsk tsk tsk! If you don't listen to Brother Ling, you will suffer the consequences!

I warned you not to let the beast out, and now you are getting beaten!"

"Stop making sarcastic remarks and come over to help."

"That won't do." Ling Ge immediately refused. "You are just looking for trouble because you have nothing to do with it. It has nothing to do with me."

At this time, Hank jumped onto the chandelier in the hall, hooked his legs on it, and hung upside down looking at Logan lying on the floor, making a lot of movements.

"Hank, what's going on?"

The sound came from the stairs, and a young man with disheveled hair and messy clothes walked down.

The beast stopped roaring and quickly calmed down.

"Professor?" Logan asked in surprise. This was far different from the gentle and elegant Professor X in his impression!

"Please don't call me that."

"Do you know this guy?" Hank looked at him and asked.

"He seems a little familiar." Charles said, then looked at Ling Ge, "But I don't know the other one at all."

Ling Ge shrugged and said calmly: "If possible, I really hope that we have never met."

"Really? I had the same idea."

"That's great. Remember what you said. Don't bother me if you encounter any problems in the future."

Charles ignored him and turned to look at the beast, "Get off the chandelier, Hank."

Hearing this, the beast did a backflip and stood firmly on the floor.

"You can walk?" Logan said unexpectedly.

"You are so perceptive."

"I thought Eric..."

As soon as Logan opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Charles, “What’s strange is that you didn’t see the warning sign at the gate.

This is private property, my friend, and I'm going to ask him to ask you to leave."

"Although I'm glad you said that, because I don't want to get involved in this shit." Ling Ge spread his hands, "But I'm sorry, I always keep my promises, and I can't leave until I fail completely.

Besides, we have been invited by you, the master, to enter your so-called private territory so openly."

"I don't remember inviting you." Charles laughed.

"But it's true, you sent us here," Logan said, standing up.

"what?"

"Um, to be exact, it's you in fifty years."

"Ahem! Speak carefully, I sent you here.

Beg me, no, trick me." Ling Ge said speechlessly.

"Wait, I understand. You mean you came here from fifty years later?"

"Correct."

"Go away!" said Charles, who would never believe such a fantasy.

Logan was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips, "If you hadn't lost your ability, you would know this is true."

"How do you know I've lost my ability?" Charles' face turned bitter, and soon became serious. "Who are you? From the CIA?"

"No, I told you my origins."

"Are you spying on me?"

"No."

"That's enough." Ling Ge said loudly, interrupting the conversation between the two. "We have limited time. I have direct evidence to prove our identities."

He walked up to the beast, stroked his chin and said, "You'd better change into human form! There is still a big difference between your current appearance and your future appearance. It makes me a little uncomfortable."

"What do you mean?"

"Look for yourself." Ling Ge took out a photo and handed it to him, "To be honest, I worked under you for a period of time in the future.

But don’t get me wrong, even though you are a minister, you still have to treat me like an ancestor.”

Hank was puzzled and picked up the photo. His pupils dilated slightly and the blue hair on his body faded quickly.

There are two people shaking hands in the photo, one of them is Ling Ge, and the other one does look like a beast, but compared to him now, he is a little bit fatter.

"Is this really me?" Hank asked awkwardly.

"Is it a bit hard to accept?" Ling Ge could understand. After all, he was a sunny and handsome boy when he was young, but decades later he turned into a greasy uncle.

It would be fine if it was a gradual process, but this photo spans several decades.

The comparison is like a bolt from the blue.

"It's not your fault, it's mainly because the food in the Mutant Affairs Department is so good.

Besides reading the news, reading newspapers, reading magazines, and reviewing documents, you just eat and sleep every day, and over time you gain weight. "

Logan came over, looked at the photo and then at Hank now, and almost couldn't help laughing, "Indeed, you have to pay attention to your diet in the future."

655. Logan, who has great insight, and the young professor is drunk and dreaming

Hank no longer had much doubt at this point, this photo was enough to explain a lot.

He sighed and slowly turned his gaze to Charles who was sitting on the steps, "I believe them."

Charles put down the wine glass in his hand and said speechlessly: "Hank, it's just a photo, it doesn't mean anything."

“In fact, I have some photos of you taken decades later, but I don’t think you will like them.

The beast is only a little fat, and it won't be difficult for him to lose weight. He can just starve for a month or so."

"Huh?" Hank looked at Ling Ge in surprise, "Is this too much?"

"Come on! You don't want to be unable to wear a uniform when you fight in the future!"

Hank thought about himself in the photo and immediately lowered his head. He felt a little ashamed!

"Um...what will I be like in the future?" Charles asked embarrassedly.

"Haha!" Ling Ge said with a playful smile, "Don't you believe us? Why did you think of asking for the photos?"

Charles picked up the wine glass and took a sip. "I'll tell you whether you believe it or not after I see it."

"Okay, but you'd better be mentally prepared." Ling Ge took out a photo and threw it on the steps.

Charles looked carefully at the old man sitting in the wheelchair in the photo, sighed, and unconsciously grabbed his head with his left hand, feeling the touch of his hair, and then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is this my future self? It's ok that my legs haven't been healed, but why am I still bald?"

"Bald?"

Hank was a little surprised when he heard this, after all, Charles still had quite a lot of hair.

He walked straight up to Charles, compared the photo with the real person, and couldn't help but sigh: "Time is really a butcher's knife!"

Everyone: ...Is it really okay for you to tell the truth at this time?

"Ahem! Let's get back to the point! Are you willing to believe us now?"

"Honestly, I don't know if this is true or not..."

Hearing this, Ling Ge couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and even wanted to go up and give him a slap in the face, but Charles' second half of the sentence made him temporarily give up the idea.

"But you have aroused my curiosity. What do you want me for?"

"We have to stop Raven." Logan said seriously, "We need your help."

Charles' face turned cold, and he slowly stood up and walked upstairs. "If this is a dream, then I should wake up."

Hank seemed to be thinking about it and asked, "What does this have to do with her?"

"You can say it, but you'd better say it in front of Charles!" Ling Ge patted Hank's shoulder, "I don't want to explain the same thing twice."

"Okay!" Hank nodded, and then took the two of them to Charles' office.

The location of his office is no different from that of decades later, except that it is a lot more messy. And compared to the future, there is one more thing in this office: wine.

And there were more than a dozen bottles of different kinds of wine. It was obvious that Charles must have experienced a lot of bad things during this period of time, otherwise he would not have fallen to the point of numbing himself with alcohol.

For the next ten minutes or so, Logan spoke passionately about the future decades later and the crucial role Mystique played in the Sentinel Project.

"You said they stole Raven's ability, and then what?" Charles asked jokingly while pouring wine, "They turned it into a weapon?"

"Correct."

"She is indeed a little special." Hank murmured softly.

Logan continued: “At first the Sentinels were just targeting mutants, then they started identifying mutant genes in humans, people who might have mutant offspring.

Many humans began to help us, but it was a massacre, and the world still fell into the hands of the most cruel and ruthless people.

I've been to many wars, but never anything as terrible as this, and it all started with her."

"You didn't tell me all this!" Ling Ge frowned and said, "I thought only one in a hundred mutants were killed, but it seems that humans have also suffered greatly!

No wonder the future lacks everything except corpses. This is such a dark world that I even have the urge to destroy it. "

"Wait!" Charles suddenly said, looking at the two of them with a more scrutinizing look, "From what you said, it seems that you don't know much about the so-called future!

You two are not teaming up to trick me!"

"Haha! You guys forced me to come here." Ling Ge sneered. He had been living a good life, but he didn't expect that his kindness would take over and he would get himself into trouble after sending a letter.

"What do you mean?" Charles asked.

"Professor, please stop asking questions.

This is not an easy thing to say!" Logan said bitterly, "I can only tell you that I came here from fifty years ago. A mutant used her ability to transfer my consciousness back to my body fifty years ago, so I don't know when I will suddenly go back, so I am more anxious.

But Ling Ge is different, he came more than 30 years later.

He can travel through time and space at will, without being restricted by time or influenced by history.

In order to get him to help us, the mutants used some despicable means, and he reluctantly agreed."

"I heard it." Ling Ge curled his lips in disdain. "You in the future begged me to come. I was originally planning to take my wife, brother-in-law, and my new sister to another parallel universe."

Hearing this, Charles and Hank looked at each other. They could both see that Logan was not lying.

After a brief moment of daze, Hank's eyes lit up. "Since you can travel through time and space at will, you should be able to go back to the day when Charles' legs were crippled, right?"

"Okay." Ling Ge said lightly.

"That's great."

"But I don't want to go."

Hank's joy didn't last more than three seconds before Lingge poured a bucket of cold water on him.

"No, why are you...?"

"No reason." Ling Ge said, and then sighed, "Those who play with time will eventually be played by time. You don't think you can do whatever you want just because you can travel through time!"

"Okay Hank, I've let it go after all these years. If it can't be cured, then it can't be cured! It's no big deal." Charles smiled gently.

He had also seen that photo. Although it was quite different from the future he wanted, it was not difficult to see that he would still be very cheerful in the future.

"Can we get down to business now?" Logan couldn't help but ask.

Charles nodded, then slumped in his chair with a bitter look on his face, "Even if I believe you, Raven won't listen to me. Her heart and soul are with someone else now."

"Eric Lancer?" Ling Ge asked playfully.

Charles and Hank remained silent and did not refute.