Masked Rider from Marvel World

"So we also need Magneto." Logan stood up and said.

"Do you know where he is?" Hank asked puzzledly.

"I don't know." Logan looked at Charles deeply, "I only know that he is in prison. I don't know the details, but he must know."

"Ha! Hahaha..." Charles couldn't help laughing, "He is where he should be, and I will never cooperate with him."

After saying that, Charles picked up his glass and walked out.

"Are you planning to leave just like that?"

"You have a really good insight. I'll give you 100 points."

"The professor I know would never abandon someone who is desperate, let alone someone he loves."

Charles stopped and took a few steps back, "You know what? I seem to have remembered you.

We went to you for help, and I'm going to say to you exactly what you said to us: Go to hell."

"I couldn't ask for more." Ling Ge muttered. Just as he was about to stand up and leave, he saw Logan's contemptuous look and sat down again. "It's not that I don't want to help, it's that he doesn't want to cooperate."

Logan turned his head and grabbed Charles by the collar.

Hank was afraid that Logan would get angry and harm Charles, so he was about to stand up when Lingge pushed him down. "Don't worry, Logan is Charles' student, he knows his limits."

“Listen carefully, little bastard, I have witnessed countless people die along the way.

There are good people and friends.

You're going to see this if you keep wallowing in self-pity and doing nothing, understand?"

Hearing this, Charles sneered, "Everyone will die one day."

After saying that, he took a sip of wine and walked towards the corridor alone.

"I told you there are no professors here." Hank said helplessly.

"It's okay. We have to give him some time to accept it." Ling Ge said with a smile, "Although I don't want to admit it, he must have his own strengths since he can become Professor X, who is admired by many mutants in the future."

"But we have limited time!"

"Let me correct you. Your time is limited. I am different from you."

Logan rolled his eyes and looked at Hank, "What's wrong with him?"

“Charles lost everything, Eric, Raven.

Coupled with the war failure, many students and teachers were forcibly conscripted into the army.

These made him collapse, depressed and withdrawn.

To help him, I invented a serum to heal his spine. I only use a moderate amount to keep my body active, but..."

"Is he addicted?" Ling Ge interrupted.

Hank paused for a moment, “Yes.

I tried to get him to quit, but he couldn't stand the noise and the pain.

The treatment gave him his legs back, but it wasn't enough, he had lost so much."

"Let me guess, your serum can heal his legs, but the price should be sacrificing his telepathic ability!"

"That's right." Hank said in a deep voice.

"No wonder he's like this now, it's no different from living a life of drunkenness and dreaming death." Ling Ge spread his hands, "But now that we're here, his days of escaping reality should be over."

656. Insufficient manpower and unreliable helpers

Ten minutes later, Charles returned to the office.

He looked at Ling Ge and Logan quietly and said, "I will help you find Raven, but not for your shitty future, but for her."

Ling Ge smiled with relief when he heard this, "I told you that he would be able to figure it out."

"Ha!" Charles laughed disdainfully, his face gradually becoming serious, "But you don't know Eric. That guy is a monster, a murderer."

Ling Ge was stunned for a moment, then gave him a meaningful smile, "Believe me, no matter what he does now, it will never be as good as what he will do in a few decades. He is...

Sorry, the secret cannot be leaked, I really can’t tell you what will happen in the future.”

Charles raised his eyebrows slightly. He also heard it. It seemed that Eric would do more dangerous and crazy things in the future.

"Okay! Since you know him so well, you should also know that Eric will not be easily changed."

"In addition to time, there is also the situation." Logan said, "Fifty years later, Magneto is firmly on the same side with us, and this time you and he sent me here together."

Charles and Hank looked at each other and reluctantly agreed to this statement.

Next, Charles took out a design drawing in his office and spread it flat on the table.

“This is the prison where Magneto is imprisoned, built during World War II.

There was a shortage of steel, and the foundation was made entirely of concrete and sand, without a trace of metal.

He is being held a hundred stories underground in the most heavily guarded building on Earth."

"How did he get in?" Ling Ge asked curiously.

Charles raised his head slightly. "Didn't he tell you?"

Neither of them spoke. Charles laughed hoarsely and with a hint of madness, as if he had heard some joke.

"President." Hank reminded helplessly.

Logan recalled some major historical events that happened during this era and couldn't help but be dumbfounded. "Don't tell me he killed me?"

"Otherwise, how could the bullet miraculously turn a corner in the air? Eric is a master at controlling guns!" Charles laughed.

"Beautiful." Ling Ge said with emotion, "This is the only successful assassination case of his that I know of so far.

Um, don't get me wrong, I haven't known him very long, only two or three years, but we have almost ruined several of his big plans in the past two or three years."

"That's really great news!" Charles said excitedly, and then changed the subject, "Are you sure you want to do this? Let Eric out?"

"This is your plan, not ours." Logan spread his hands, speechless.

"We don't have any channels to get us in?"

"What the hell?" Ling Ge's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Hank in surprise, "You still want to go in?

But before you have this idea, please think carefully about how to get out after entering!"

Logan suddenly thought of something, looked at Ling Ge and said, "You should be able to do it, right? Go in and come out again."

"I knew you would say that?

But things are different now. Before coming here, I promised Charles that fifty years from now he would only change the past as a mutant passing by, and he could not show any abilities that were too bizarre. In other words, abilities like time stop and dimensional wall were forbidden, otherwise humans would pay more attention to the threat of mutants.

So I can't help you, but if you want me to break in and rob the prison, I can do it."

Logan heard this and was interrupted by Charles before he could say anything. "Absolutely not. If we use our mutant powers to kill innocent people, there will be no difference between us and Magneto."

Ling Ge: ...

No matter how noble your words are, they can't change the fact that we want to break into the prison!

"Excuse me, but what is your mutant ability?" Hank asked.

Not only Charles, but also Logan looked at him curiously, mainly because in Wolverine's impression, Ling Ge had always relied on armor to fight, and he had never shown any super powers.

As for time and dimensional wall, these two skills are too advanced and beyond his cognition, and definitely cannot be summarized by mutant abilities.

"Um... this is kept secret for now." Ling Ge said with a smile: "It's just about fighting, and the three of you together may not be able to beat me."

Hearing this, the three of them rolled their eyes.

"We have to find a way to sneak in and make as little noise as possible.

But now there are only four of us here, and three of them are combatants, and Charles has lost his ability now." Hank analyzed carefully, with the word "difficult" filled between the lines.

"It seems that our only way is to storm!" Ling Ge held his forehead with one hand and looked at Charles. "Your telepathy can find almost all mutants. There is nothing you can recommend. We are short of manpower now!"

"Don't joke." Charles waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "I haven't used the brainwave enhancer for some time, and I don't know if I can still use it now.

Besides, my students and friends are all on the battlefield now. They don’t know if they can escape alive. It’s simply unrealistic to ask them to come and help.”

"I do know someone," Logan said suddenly. "He grew up outside the suburbs. He can get into any place, but I don't know where to find him."

Hank glanced at Charles and said regretfully, "Although the brainwave enhancer is not working, we have a phone book, so we should be able to find it."

...

The next day, early in the morning.

A car drove into a small town on the outskirts of town.

After Logan knocked on the door, a woman in her thirties or forties opened the door. She looked a little haggard.

When the woman saw the strangers, she asked directly, "What has he done wrong?

I'll write you a check for whatever he took."

"We just want to talk to him," Logan said.

The woman nodded slightly and shouted into the house: "Pete, it's the police, they are here again."

Ling Ge suddenly felt that the person recommended by Logan was a little unreliable, otherwise her mother's way of speaking would not be so skillful and heartbreaking.

The four were taken to a basement, where a spirited young man with silver hair was playing table tennis alone.

He was so fast that even his afterimage could not be seen clearly. In the blink of an eye he was able to run to the other side of the ping-pong table to catch the ball that had been hit before. His movements were repetitive, but they were performed very smoothly.

“What do you want to do?

I haven’t done anything but sit here.”

As he spoke, he moved from the ping-pong table to the sofa.

"Relax, Pete, we're not the police," Logan said.

"Of course not. Why would the police drive a short-term rental car?"

"How do you know we're driving a short-term rental car?" Charles asked curiously.

"When you came in, I looked at your driver's license. To kill time, I also looked at your car rental contract. I found out that you were from out of town. Are you from the FBI?"

The next moment, a shadow flashed before the eyes of several people, and Pete passed directly through them, but Charles' wallet also fell into his hands.

He glanced at the ID in his wallet, "No, not the police. What is the School for Gifted Youngsters?"

"That's an old business card." Charles quickly snatched his wallet and put it back in his pocket.

"He's amazing." Hank looked at Logan and asked with a smile, "Is it teleportation?"

"No, it's just fast."

"I don't know why, but seeing him reminds me of my lovely brother-in-law. He has the same ability, but I keep a close eye on him, so he never takes other people's wallets." Ling Ge said with interest.

"Brother-in-law?" Pete stood in front of Ling Ge, "I don't remember having any sister."

"It's just like that. He's not as active as you." Ling Ge chuckled. No one would believe him if he told others about the parallel universe.

"Ling Ge, please bear with me. When I met him, he was not so...young."

"Young? You're too old." Pete sat back on the sofa, holding a popsicle in his hand, looking very casual.

Ling Ge laughed and patted Logan on the back, "I'm really starting to like this kid now."

He looked at Pete and said, "You are right. The guy in front of you is at least over a hundred years old now."

"Wow!" Pete finished his popsicle and walked around Logan, "I didn't realize that."

"This is his ability, abnormal recovery ability, so he ages very slowly." Ling Ge explained patiently, "But you don't seem to hide your ability.

For the sake of our fate, please listen to my brother-in-law. No, listen to my brother's advice. Unless your life is in danger, never use your abilities. "

"There's nothing to worry about. No one will believe me even if I tell others!" Pete said nonchalantly. He moved to the game console, turned his back to the four people, and started playing by himself.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"We'd like to ask for your help, Pete," Logan said directly.

"Prison break." Ling Ge added, and then he received warning looks from the other three: You said it so bluntly, what if you scare this kid?

Ling Ge naturally understood what they meant and rolled his eyes in disdain.