Marvel: My Ex-Girlfriend Is Everywhere

If no one beside Zhou Luo walked into the detention room, dozens of soldiers guarding the door seemed to turn a blind eye to him, and there was no such person in the reflection of his eyes.

In the dark and damp room, the professor wearing a neuroinhibitor with a painful expression, Jensen sitting across from him plays with the spiritual thoughts of the world's most powerful spiritual master.

The bald professor who is usually used to controlling the thinking and guiding the spirit of others, for the first time tasted the horror of being surrounded by many illusions.

"Stop! Jason!"

The sharp voice cut Charles' brain like a chainsaw. In an extremely real illusion, he seemed to have returned to school. The familiar room layout and scenery made the professor unable to distinguish between false and true.

"Hello, Professor."

The clear voice resembled Hong Zhong Dalu, shattering the real illusion created by Jensen. Charles felt the mental power to control his thoughts, suddenly receding like a tide.

He opened his eyes at 27 and found a familiar young man sitting in front of him, and Jason with hollow eyes was pushed to the other side, knocked out.

The withered Jensen was transformed by his father into a poor tool that couldn't think. He couldn't do anything except subconsciously create illusions.

"Professor, how have you been?" Zhou Luo pulled a chair, sat down in front of Professor X, and took off the instrument from his head.

"Because of the Mutant inhibitor, it may take a while for you to fully recover." Zhou Luo smiled lightly, "Professor, I have already reminded you last time. Why did you still fall into the trap of Stryker?"

Listening to Zhou Luo's slightly jokingly caring words, Professor X couldn't help but blush. Indeed, Zhou Luo had reminded him that he still had unrealistic and beautiful illusions and was so easily deceived.

"Okay, I'll take you away first." Zhou Luo pushed the wheelchair out and walked out, "This time Stryker won a big victory. The school you have worked so hard to run has been completely scratched. The children are probably terrified now. Bar."

"Save them." The professor grabbed Zhou Luo's arm. For the first time in his life, he begged others like this, "Zhou, I know you have this Ability. Qin and the others can't make it back now. Only you can save them."

"I will. Otherwise, what do you think I'm here for? Look at your jokes." Zhou Luo pushed the professor out indifferently, but the people outside turned a blind eye to them, "You should seriously consider this time. Here is my opinion."

He looked at the bald old man with a complex expression and said softly: "Peace never depends on prayer, but on the initiative to fight for it. I hope Mutant can join me-I can create a better future, whether it is for ordinary humans or Mutant."

"Do I still have a choice?" The professor said bitterly.

He understands Mutant's situation very well. With Eric's debut, the government has made up his mind to resolve this threat. Even if he escapes from the dam base, what can he do next?

Find another place to hide, or join Magneto's Brotherhood and carry the banner of rebelling against the human government with your friends?

Charles has already figured it out. It's useless to shrink back, but can fierce resistance be exchanged for a better future?

"Professor, you can try to believe me first. Although I am not a good person in terms of your moral judgment standards, but you know, I will keep my promises for this kind of thing." Zhou Luo saw through the hesitation in the heart of the bald old man. Said with a smile.

No matter how much Charles tends to the human side, when his compatriots are facing an extinction crisis, he will eventually make choices that go against his original will.

"You can persuade me, but Eric will never compromise." The professor knew very well that if his friends couldn't settle down, there would be no consensus within Mutant.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Zhou Luo said in a relaxed tone: "I have always been very good at persuading others, whether it is verbal or other aspects."

The oval office of the White Palace, affiliated to the news media of major TV stations, has been inspected and entered the country's top power center.

Today, the President will issue a public statement on the Mutant issue and the registration bill to express the attitude and position of the federal government.

As the countdown sounded, Mr. President put on a gentle but cordial smile.

Speaking of it, he is also quite a headache. He originally hoped that Stryker could solve the Mutant problem cleanly, but just yesterday evening, the dam base in Akalia Lake was hit by the terror of the flood and vowed to kill Mutant. Stryker, naturally it is impossible to escape.

All signs indicate that the colonel’s plan has failed completely, and the two Mutant leaders are all safe and sound. Since Mutant’s troubles cannot be solved from the root cause, all the sins will be pushed to the dead William Stryker.

However, considering the jealous chaebol forces, Mr. President still needs to make his position clear and introduce Mutant to the opposite of mankind, at least not allowing fishing vessels to continue to ferment.

Looking at the scrolling speech on the teleprompter, Mr. President coughed twice, ready to begin an impassioned and sensational speech, in order to show a positive image of himself defying threats and accusing Mutant of brutality.

Before the voice came out of the mouth, the vast thunder light pierced the sky, and the billowing dark clouds instantly covered the sky. The blue clear sky suddenly dimmed. The camera and the teleprompter cut twice, and went out together with the lights on both sides.

"Is the live broadcast still going on?" The president looked up at the special service bodyguards and media reporters in the office. They looked like clay sculptures of wood and plastic, their eyes staring blankly in place.

Realizing that something was wrong, the president turned his head and looked out the window. The thick leaden cloud surged like a wave, the white lightning danced wildly like a silver snake, and the oppressive breath of a torrential rain came spontaneously.

When the President turned his head, there were already a group of strangers in the room. The headed bald old man was sitting in a wheelchair, smiling and beckoning Roar. Under the electric light that pierced the clouds, he saw everyone’s faces clearly. Mutant appeared on the Stryker profile.

"Don't be nervous, we won't hurt anyone. I believe you should know my name, Mr. President." The bald old man in the wheelchair said kindly, and Storm next to him stepped forward and handed a paper document there. Zhang's famous perseverance table.

"These documents about Mutant were found in William Stryker's private office."

The president glanced at the very detailed Mutant defense plan. He sat down and said: "I have never seen this information, and I will not negotiate under pressure.".

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