I’m in Marvel: The Diga Magic Wand Is Smashed At The Start

"Erik, have you decided to stay?"

Charles asked.

But Charles did not answer Charles' words, but looked at the person in charge: "If a new species is discovered, then we must support our own kind."

Charles" and I will find Mutant, no need for bureaucratic intervention.

The person in charge was obviously unhappy after hearing this: "First of all, that machine is mine."

Second," and more importantly, it was Charles' decision, and Charles agreed to cia's intervention.

But this time.

Charles said, "No, sorry, I support Erik."

"We'll find them ourselves.

"What if I say no." The person in charge asked with a bewildered expression.

But obviously.

He already has the answer.

With these two big men in front of him, he probably has no other choice.

Shortly after.

Charles and the others boarded the spherical receiver in the distance.

"The electrodes connect Charles to a receiver on the roof, he picks up a Mutant's signal, he sends a signal through the relay, and their location is printed there."

Hank looked at the crowd and introduced it shyly.

"You designed this?"

Raven was a little surprised.

Hank nodded embarrassedly, and was very excited to be recognized by everyone.

And this time.

Charles was already wearing that brain-like device with complicated wires attached to it.

Subsequently.

Hank didn't say much and started the device directly.

In an instant.

The indicator lights on the instrument light up one by one, and the data is beating wildly.

break..

Charles gasped suddenly.

He only felt that his consciousness seemed to be infinitely magnified.

Consciousness traverses the ocean of consciousness of countless people.

The whole person was thrown into the endless sea of ​​people through the device.

A figure appeared in front of him.

Ordinary People, Mutant

It was clearly visible in Charles' mind.

stabilized!

Charles clearly saw the location of each Mutant.

A smile appeared on his face.

This was the first time he knew that there were so many Mutants in this world.

And at the same time.

The machine on the side is frantically printing relevant location information.

"Success!"

Hank next to him also shouted excitedly.

Charles was very excited.

It never occurred to him that one day he could reach other Mutants in this way.

The Mutant he has come into contact with in just a few seconds is probably more than he has encountered in the past few decades.

And this moment.

Erik, Raven and others were also very excited.

It was also the first time that they knew that there were so many compatriots living in normal lives.

soon.

All goals are displayed in front of everyone.

Charles and Erik smiled at each other.

Their plan is half done!

Shortly after.

Inside a bar.

Erik and Charles were lying in the box with a showgirl in a bikini in front of them.

We "show you what we're good at, and you show us how yours is."

Erik smiled and pulled a glass of wine from the metal barrel beside him.

And this moment.

The showgirl was obviously affectionate.

Because, the metal wine barrel in front of Erik seems to be floating in the air.

She seemed to understand something.

Immediately.

She untied the shackles behind her.

0 asking for flowers…

The wing tattoos that fit on the back suddenly turned into two pairs of transparent dragonfly wings.

after.

She even flew in the air.

Seeing this, a smug look appeared in Charles' eyes: "How about we offer you a job in getting dressed?"

obviously.

They found the first member of Mutant's squad.

Next.

The two went out to a location.

As Charles sensed, they stopped a taxi.

The driver was a black man.

I saw him ask: "Where are you going?

"Richmond, Virginia." Erik said with a smile.

"So, this is to take you to the airport? Or the station or something."

The black people obviously didn't react.

"No, we want you to take us all the way."

Charles said seriously.

"But it takes six hours to drive." The black man also said seriously.

"Then we'll have enough time to talk.

Charles replied calmly.

Subsequently.

But I saw Erik's finger swipe lightly, and the meter starter began to hit the meter.

The black man was obviously taken aback,

The car finally drove slowly forward...

in a prison somewhere.

"What does a guy like Ricks Summers do?"

The jailer obviously didn't quite understand.

Then he thought about it and added: "You're not going to keep him with other people, are you? This is the first person who likes to be held alone."

The door opened slowly.

A sturdy young man looked at the crowd.

A smile crossed Charles' face.

From this ordinary young man, he felt a huge wave of energy: righteousness,

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