Masked Rider from Marvel World

“Police have cordoned off three blocks around where the attack took place and are asking witnesses for information, but so far there are no clues to the identity of the attackers or where they are hiding.

But samples of the mysterious blue lady's blood were found on the street and have been sent to laboratories around the world for analysis, with the results being presented to the authorities.

Hopefully, the results of the DNA analysis will provide more information about today’s events.”

Magneto's heart skipped a beat, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

What's going on? Raven's blood was taken by humans?

When exactly?

Thinking of this, Magneto patted his forehead. The bullet injured Raven's right leg, and then he took it out. It was natural for blood to flow out.

No, a decision must be made, otherwise mutants will have no future.

662. Killing him alone is not enough, Professor X's awareness

The next day.

Magneto made his way through the crowd at the train station. His goal was clear: the research and development and assembly location of the Sentinel. This extremely important information was obtained by him after studying the design drawings of the Sentinel all night long last night.

At this time, a thin old man who was begging grabbed his collar and dragged him to the corner of the street.

When he came to his senses, a stick was pressed against his neck, and the old man holding the stick had turned into Mystique's human form.

"If I see one screw move, I'll drive it through your neck."

"How did you find me?" Magneto smiled bitterly, but he was not very worried. He knew Raven too well and she would never kill him.

"You taught me well, why do you want to kill me?"

"Because only in this way can others survive." Magneto said very calmly, "We have received information from the future. In the future, humans will use your blood and genes to create the same weapon to kill us all. I am doing this for our future."

"Don't lie to me, what evidence do you have?"

“I have never lied to you and I never will.

The man who saved you yesterday came from the future. He is not a mutant, but he has powers comparable to those of a god.

Also, let me tell you one more thing. It was Charles and others who rescued me from prison.

You know the relationship between us. In his eyes, I was an unforgivable sinner, but he still rescued me. This shows that the situation was not ordinary critical. "

Hearing this, Mystique believed it to a point, but the dull pain in her calf still made her feel sad and angry. "Is there any reason for me not to cut your throat and protect my future?"

"No.

But it doesn’t matter anymore, they’ve got your DNA.”

"Who should be blamed for this?" Mystique pushed him away speechlessly. Everything was fine, but Magneto had to fire that shot.

It seems that she is still lucky now, as she only injured her calf. If she died on the street, humans would probably have enough research material.

"Blame me." Magneto said angrily. He was indeed in the wrong.

"Raven, they now have the key to further enhance the weapon, so we must strike first while we still have the upper hand."

Mystique's pupils dilated slightly. As an old friend, she naturally understood what Eric meant. Before the so-called future came, it was indeed in line with Magneto's style to strike first and kill all those involved in the Sentinel Project to eliminate future troubles.

"I've seen too many friends die. I don't want to start a war. I just want the murderer to pay with his life." Mystique hesitated, "Trask is the enemy."

"But the war has already begun. Killing him alone is not enough."

"It'll never be enough for you," Mystique said, turning around and blending into the crowd.

When Magneto went out to look for her, he could no longer find her, only a bustling crowd.

...

On the other side, the Mutant Academy.

Not long after Charles came back, he felt a sharp pain in his legs. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" Logan hurriedly helped him up.

"It's obvious that he forgot to take his medicine." Ling Ge's eyes twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but be glad that they came back in time, otherwise he might not be able to leave.

"It's this messy voice in my head again. It's so uncomfortable." Charles covered his ears, hoping that this would block out the voices in his head, but to no avail.

"Can someone please help me get the medicine from my office drawer. It comes in a brown bottle and a syringe."

"Oh!" Logan sighed and walked upstairs.

After a few seconds, Charles looked at Ling Ge in surprise and asked doubtfully, "Who are you? My telepathy doesn't seem to have any effect on you."

"Fuck! You in the future are ungrateful and plotting against me, but you in the past weren't a good person either! You read my mind as soon as we disagreed." Ling Ge said sarcastically.

“This is really not my fault, I am not in a good position to control my abilities right now.

It's a little disordered, otherwise I wouldn't be in so much pain now, and I can only rely on drugs to barely get a good night's sleep." Charles said, what can he do, he is also helpless!

At this time, Logan walked down the stairs with a small bottle and a thin syringe in his hand.

"Hurry, give it to me." Charles said excitedly. He wanted to reach out to grab it, but his legs were out of control and he had to give up.

"Calm down, it's not the end of the world yet!" Logan handed him the potion speechlessly.

"Ha! You don't even believe that yourself." Charles smiled meaningfully.

Logan pondered for a moment, then asked seriously, "How do you know?"

"It won't work here..." Charles pointed to his legs and nodded his head, "It will recover here."

Ling Ge's eyes lit up and he snatched the potion from Charles' hand.

"What are you doing? Give the medicine back to me."

"Don't get me wrong, I just think this is a rare opportunity. Who knows when you'll be able to use telepathy after you finish taking the medicine this time?

Might as well hurry up and find Mystique and Magneto, or get a deeper understanding of the future in Logan's mind."

Logan looked at Ling Ge blankly, took the injection from his hand without saying a word, and placed it in front of Charles, "You decide whether to get the injection or not.

What I want to say is very simple, we do need your help, but not this you, but the real you. Without your ability, we can't find Riven."

Upon hearing this, Charles pulled out the needle that had just been inserted into his arm and slammed it to the ground, a few tears flowing uncontrollably.

If it was someone else, it would be fine, but he just doesn't want to care about other people's lives now.

But Riven is different. He treats her as his own sister, so naturally he doesn't want to see her kill people and go down this path of no return.

He raised his arm, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, took a deep breath, and looked at the two of them, "Do me a favor, help me go to the study, okay?"

"No problem." ×2.

Logan and Lingge smiled at each other. They both knew that Professor X was back, and immediately helped Charles, whose legs were crippled, upstairs.

They had just gone upstairs for a few minutes when the door suddenly opened.

Hank walked in, looking dusty and exhausted.

After a few steps, he found an uninjected syringe on the ground and a faint trace of blood on the needle.

His clever brain allowed him to quickly figure out what had happened and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Charles was one of his few, or perhaps only, friends.

He didn't want to see him living in pain day by day, so he didn't stop him from taking drugs, but he didn't want to see him becoming more and more decadent, but he didn't know how to stop it.

Now he has made his own decision, which is a good thing.

As a wooden door that had been sealed for who knows how many years was opened, a wheelchair appeared in front of the three people.

Ling Ge looked at the dusty but more advanced wheelchair and couldn't help but sigh, "Look at it more positively, your future vehicle will be much more stylish than this one.

And no matter where you are, there will be more than one student who will be enthusiastic to push it for you, so you don’t have to do it yourself at all.”

"Ha!" Charles laughed self-deprecatingly, "This is the best consolation I have ever heard."

“That was your era, fifty years later, when most mutants were dead.

We spent a long time on the run, and the only person who pushed his wheelchair was Magneto, after all, his ability was more convenient and didn’t require his hands.”

Charles rolled his eyes, "Logan, we won't treat you as dumb even if you don't speak."

With the help of the two, Charles sat in the wheelchair with great difficulty and led the two to the search room.

Hank stood in front of the gate and saw several people coming, especially Charles in a wheelchair, and couldn't help but sigh, "I knew you would come here.

This is your own choice, and I shouldn't ask too many questions.

But...are you sure you want to do this?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure." Charles spread his hands. "After all, I'm not used to not having legs for a while."

Hank smiled and moved aside the door's recognition system.

As a blue light swept across Charles' pupils, a mechanical voice sounded: Welcome, professor.

The metal door slowly opened. The layout inside was no different from the future, but there was too much dust accumulated.

"Excuse me for asking, how long have you not been here?" Ling Ge asked with a frown, and a light yellow tornado appeared in his hand, blowing away all the dust in the room.

"You can also control the wind?" Logan raised his eyebrows.

"Um, I understand a little bit, a little bit."

"It's been a long time since I last came here. The last time I came here was to look for students. It feels like it was a lifetime ago." Charles said as he picked up the brainwave enhancer and put it on his head. "I haven't exercised this muscle for a long time."

The next moment, the entire search room turned red. They felt as if they were inside the earth and could clearly see many red figures.

But maybe Charles was not in good condition. The search room was bright and dark, and the figure found was not stable at all like in the future. Painful wails and harsh rebukes could be heard almost every moment. It was extremely noisy, but also extremely clear.

"No wonder he needs medication. This kind of voice fills his mind all the time. Anyone with a weaker mental state would probably collapse." Ling Ge said thoughtfully.

The other two were also filled with worry. They had seen Charles use the brain wave enhancer before, but this was the first time they had seen such a scene.

After a few seconds, Charles couldn't stand it anymore and screamed. The pointers on the instrument swung back and forth quickly and exploded one after another. The brain wave enhancer was also overloaded and emitted a few wisps of green smoke.

663. Communication across time and space, Charles’s personal charm

Charles suddenly took off the instrument on his head and gasped in pain.

"I'm going to check the generator," Hank said, turning and leaving the search room.

"This is not a problem with the equipment, right?" Logan looked at Charles and said with some doubt.

"I can't do it, my brain..."

"No, you can definitely do it." Ling Ge interrupted him.

“You don’t understand, it can’t bear it.

It wasn't a matter of rustiness; I could turn on the switches and twist the knobs on the machines.

But my strength comes from..."

At this point, Charles placed his palm on his heart and said, “But this place is broken, and I am as helpless as my students.

Coming here was a mistake, letting Eric out was a mistake, this whole thing was a huge mistake.

I'm sorry, both of you, but they really shouldn't have sent you here." Charles said helplessly, and was about to push the wheelchair out of the search room.

"Wait a minute." Ling Ge stopped him, with a hint of amusement on his lips, "Perhaps you need a good psychologist. I happen to know one."

"Ling Ge, now is not the time to joke.

It's fine if you say you know a psychiatrist more than 1973 years later, but it's now and we've only been here for a few days, so where do we get the connections from?" Logan said dissatisfiedly.

"No! No! No!" Ling Ge waved his hands, "That's you, I'm different.

If I want, I can find him a psychiatrist, now, in the past, and in the future."

"What do you mean?" Logan asked puzzledly.

Snapped!

Ling Ge snapped his fingers, and a dimensional wall appeared in front of the three people. "I don't think there is any doctor more suitable than the future Charles himself."

"Do we really want to do this?" Logan said hesitantly with a hint of struggle on his face. He still knew about time and space paradoxes.

"Then do you have a better idea?" Ling Ge asked with a smile, "Charles did tell us to be patient with him now, and we all have that.

But guiding him is a bit difficult. You saw the situation just now. All he felt were negative emotions, pain, pessimism, hatred and despair.