Masked Rider from Marvel World

"Indeed, Eric is much more terrifying than Raven. Since he knows the future of mutants, he must want to kill more than one person," said Hank.

"I said we shouldn't have let him out." Charles couldn't help but hold his forehead with a look of regret.

"This is your plan for the future, I didn't think of it!" Logan looked at Ling Ge with a sense of grievance, "It would have been better if you had reminded me earlier."

"Hey! Can you please be reasonable?

I didn't want to change history in the first place, I was forced to come here by you.

I've already stopped Mystique from assassinating Trask once and saved her life. Do you think it's easy to hold Magneto back for a minute with a plastic pistol?

Besides, if it weren’t for me, Charles would probably still be in a semi-depressed state.

Having done this, I have done my best.

I'm not omnipotent, what else do you want from me?"

Logan was speechless and looked at the three people with some melancholy, "So what should we do now?"

"What can we do? Let's just take it one step at a time!" Charles said with a wry smile, "Raven, Eric, Trask must be one of their top targets. This is our only clue at the moment."

"Maybe there's something else." Hank said thoughtfully, "Guys, I have something to show you."

Hank led three people and pushed open a door.

The room was particularly narrow and had three display screens inside, each showing different news.

"I invented this system that records all three TV stations reporting on Paris, plus the public television network."

"All three? Wow!" Logan teased.

"Don't worry about it. Maybe there are really only three TV stations in this era!" Ling Ge said with a smile.

"And the public television network." Hank sat in his chair and tapped the keyboard. "Look what I found."

The familiar host appeared on the screen, "The President will make a statement tomorrow. Also present will be the Secretary of Defense and Bolivar Trask, a famous scientist who provides special guidance and assistance on mutant issues..."

Charles looked at Dr. Trask on the screen and murmured, "Raven doesn't understand that if she kills Dr. Trask at such a world-renowned event..."

"Then we've come here for nothing." Logan murmured.

"It's not in vain to correct it." Ling Ge patted his shoulder and comforted him: "We may be able to bring that dark age forward by a few years, or even more than ten years."

Logan: ...

"It is certain that they have obtained Raven's DNA. With tomorrow's announcement, they are ready."

"All that's left is to create the sentinels of the future." Logan murmured somewhat disappointedly.

After a few seconds of silence, Hank spoke again: "There is a theory that time is eternal, just like a river. Throwing a stone into it will cause ripples, but the water will eventually return to calm.

That is, no matter what you do, the river will still flow in the same direction."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Young man, your idea is a bit pessimistic!

Logan may be the stone, but I am not. "Ling Ge said meaningfully, "My stone can be big or small, and is not bound by the river."

"What do you mean?" Hank asked.

“History can be changed, at least for me.

To give a very simple but extremely exaggerated example, if I go back billions of years and turn the Earth into dust completely when there was no life on it, everything now will no longer exist. "

Hank was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but take a breath, "Your idea is very dangerous."

"I didn't say I would do this!" Ling Ge said speechlessly. He was not yet so cruel as to do this.

"Although it's dangerous, it does make sense," Charles mused, "Just because someone occasionally stumbles and loses his way doesn't mean he'll be lost forever.

I don't buy that theory, get the plane ready, we need to be there before the announcement is made."

"Um... friendly reminder, we may have to stop more than one Mystique tomorrow. We may have to include Magneto as well.

So be prepared. ”.

665. Release statement, out-of-control sentinel

The next morning.

Magneto appeared at the exit of a tunnel, and a train was speeding past him, pulling several freight cars with the Trask logo printed on them.

A hint of coldness flashed in Magneto's eyes. He knew very well that these things were the prototypes of the Sentinels, the weapons that were used to massacre mutants.

Then he pulled with both hands, and under the traction of magnetism, he easily landed on top of the carriage.

He looked at the tracks behind him, removed a few sections, and controlled them to move forward with the train.

But the purpose of doing this is not to change the direction of the train. These sections of rails were split into countless tiny steel wires, which pierced into the interior of the sentinels and tightly entangled the genetic navigation systems in their limbs, heads and chests.

The Sentinels designed by Trask were still the first generation, which were far inferior to those designed decades later and were full of loopholes. Although the materials used in their manufacture did not contain a trace of metal, Magneto made them indistinguishable from those made of metal by doing this.

Half an hour later, Magneto arrived at the Ministry of Defense.

Two silver iron balls flew in his palms and easily knocked out all the guards here.

After entering the storage room, he looked at the helmet sealed in the glass cabinet and felt mixed emotions. This was a special prop that could block Charles' telepathy.

After a moment, he stretched out his right hand, and the helmet broke the glass and fell into his hand.

...

On the other side, a plane was flying high in the sky.

Charles kept kneading his legs. Although he decided not to use the medicine in the future, he still couldn't adapt to it for a while.

"Are you okay?" Logan looked at him and asked.

"much better."

Logan hesitated for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "No matter what happens today, you have to promise me one thing."

Seeing how serious he was, Charles nodded solemnly.

“There is a lot of sadness in the future, but there is also beauty.

X-Men, promise me you will come to us, use your power to bring us together, lead us, guide us.

Logan, Storm, Scott, and Jean Grey.

Remember these names, there are many of us and we all need you, Professor."

Charles suddenly felt that his future self would be a great man, but this responsibility was too heavy for him now.

After a while, he finally said, "I'll do my best."

"Just try your best, trust me."

"Okay, don't put too much pressure on him.

The X-Men will be of vital importance in the next few decades, and he will find them even if you don't tell him." Ling Ge smiled, and then he suddenly thought of something, "Since you have the right to choose again, I will remind you a little bit.

Jean Grey is a level 5 mutant with great power, but what she needs is not a mental fence, but understanding and tolerance. I hope you can let her control her power!"

"What does he mean?" Charles asked, confused.

"Well, this is one of the few wrong decisions you have made in your life." Logan looked strange, "At least that's what I think.

When Jean was a child, she couldn't control her abilities, so you put a mental fence around her, which did allow her to grow up safely for more than a decade or two, but it also caused her to develop a second personality, and she killed Scott, and... you."

Charles frowned slightly, "But am I not still alive and well in the future?"

"That's because someone reversed time and dragged you back to earth from heaven." Logan said, glancing at Ling Ge.

Charles understood immediately, and looked at Ling Ge with a mysterious look in his eyes, "You also have the ability to reverse time?"

"No, don't talk nonsense." Ling Ge denied it immediately. Past experience told him that sometimes when one's ability is too strong, the possibility of being plotted against is greater.

"It's okay. Those who understand will understand. I will never tell anyone else." Charles said with a smile.

Ling Ge: ...

A few hours later, the plane landed.

Charles sat in a wheelchair, Hank pushed the wheelchair, and Lingge and Logan followed behind them like two bodyguards.

This event has indeed attracted worldwide attention, with thousands of people arriving at the venue one after another, including at least fifty journalists from all over the world.

After passing through a security gate, two security guards stopped them and asked, "Can you show us your invitation letter?"

Faced with this situation, Charles used telepathy very skillfully, "Of course, the three people behind are here with me."

"Please come in." said the security personnel. As far as they could remember, there was no problem with the invitation letters of Charles and others.

"Why aren't you wearing a mask and sunglasses this time?" Hank said playfully.

Ling Ge spread his hands speechlessly, "Before that was to hide my identity, after all, I was shooting and fighting mutants on the street.

But in today's situation, if I wrap myself up tightly, it will probably be more conspicuous, so it's better to play myself."

Charles sat in a wheelchair and checked everyone at the scene one by one, but it would take some time for him to find Mystique among thousands of people without the help of a brain wave enhancer.

"Raven must be here. You guys can help me find the person with injured right leg." Charles said anxiously.

"Professor, you are asking too much." Ling Ge said with a wry smile, "There are thousands of people here! We only have three pairs of eyes, and as long as Mystique is standing or sitting, we won't be able to find any flaws."

"We have to find it!" Logan said.

"No, you may have misunderstood me.

I think it's better to focus on Dr. Trask than to look for a needle in a haystack." Ling Ge said, taking a deep look at the weapons expert on the stage.

"Yes, why didn't I think of that?" Charles said excitedly, immediately focusing his attention on the platform.

Riven plays a killer, so she must be closer to the target to have a chance of success.

As for how to escape unscathed after killing Trask, it was not difficult for her to do so in a venue with thousands of people since she could transform into anyone.

"Please come in, Mr. President."

A voice came from the speakers and inspiring music was played in the venue. The president, along with the defense minister and several political leaders, walked onto the platform under the expectant gazes of all the guests.

He pressed his hand and began to make a statement: "My fellow citizens, today we face the greatest threat we have ever faced: mutants.

We are ready to respond to a famous quote: Look! The world is about to change forever."

As the words fell, the President pointed to the canvas behind him, where eight Sentinel prototypes stood behind the platform.

The music started again, and all military representatives stood up and saluted spontaneously. This epoch-making weapon had a very special meaning to their soldiers.

The people below applauded when they saw these robots, which meant that humans had weapons that could defend against mutants.

No one noticed that a middle-aged man was looking at the platform with a hint of anger and murderous intent in his eyes. His right hand slowly reached into his arms, as if he wanted to take something out, but when the action was halfway through, he froze in place, unable to move.

"Raven." A familiar voice sounded in his mind.

"Let me go, Charles."

Of course Charles would not agree, he pointed at the middle-aged man and said to the three people behind him: "I found her, where is she, do you see her?

That's the Secret Service guy, stage left."

"I see." Hank said, and the other two nodded and walked towards Mystique immediately.

At the same time, at a nearby playground.

Magneto, wearing a reddish-brown battle suit and a helmet, slowly descended from above.

The only staff member in the venue turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who appeared out of nowhere and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"You can't help." Magneto said coldly, slowly opening his arms.

The next moment, the ground shook violently, and the entire playground began to rise from the ground and flew towards the press conference site.

As Magneto approached, the eight Sentinels that he had modified behind the platform suddenly started up. Yellow lights lit up in their eyes, and they slowly rose under the action of the jet system.

The guests below cheered even louder, and some reporters were already thinking about how to write the report.

No one noticed that Trask's face changed slightly. He looked at Stryker behind him angrily, "What are you doing? I didn't ask you to activate them."

Stryker was also a little confused, "Sir, I didn't activate them."

Hearing this, Trask could no longer remain calm. A hint of horror flashed across his eyes, and he looked at the eight Sentinels in panic, not knowing what to do.

As the designer, no one knew the power of these Sentinels better than him. Although they were only the first generation, if they really got out of control, they could kill everyone present.

Ling Ge and the other two were already close to the special agent transformed by Mystique. Just as they were about to go over to stop her, they were stopped by a special agent, "You can't go over."