"I've been waiting for this moment for many years, Charles." Hank said thoughtfully at the people in the distance. "Do you remember when we first met? At that time, I was a researcher in the CIA department. You exposed me in front of my boss, and then we became a team and fought for our fellow citizens."

"Yes, I remember. I can still remember what you looked like at that time, wearing white work clothes, a youthful face, and your highly myopic mirror, which is as thick as whiskey and bottom." The professor missed the past, and those experiences that had long disappeared into history are still deeply engraved in his mind.

"At that time, we had many friends, and another Eric was our companion. We faced the enemy together. Even if they were beaten to flee, we never gave up hope." Hank said softly, and the wheelchair was approaching the edge of the shade. "Why is this? I often thought about this question later. Although no one helped us, we were just confident that we could change our lives by our own strength."

"Later I realized that the reason for being confident is because we are united." The wheelchair passed through the shadows, and the professor looked at the sunlight that landed on his toes and said nothing. "Because of our unity, we really created miracles, and monsters like Sebastian Shaw were defeated in our hands. When I heard the news, I believed that in front of us, there was nothing in the world that could not be changed."

"When Eric left, I was very sad. Not only did he take Riven away, he also took my dreams. But I think the sadder person should be you. You not only lost your legs, Riven, but also lost a brother. In the days ahead, you will continue to fight."

"During those days, although we always defeated the Brotherhood, I never felt a glimmer of hope. I think the more times this victory, the harder the scars inside us will be healed. Mutants are divided into two camps, and no matter which camp can truly win. As long as we continue to fight each other, there will be no change. Maybe until the human race launches a full-scale offensive, we can shake hands again under the threat of death." Hank looked into the distance from afar and sighed lowly. "Those days were really full of gloom."

The professor was silent, the sunlight fell on his legs, and the reflected light pierced his eyes.

"I don't know if you realize this, that is, your choice is contrary to Eric, but neither of you can really get us out of danger. You cannot stop the endless invasion of human beings, nor Eric can destroy human hostility. Your efforts have offset each other. The situation of mutants has not changed in decades, but human beings are gradually growing. Now our strength has no advantage."

"Who can save us? It's not Professor X or Magneto, it's the combined force of the two of them. Only when the professor shakes hands with Magneto and stands back together can the mutants regain their vitality."

"Charles, look over there." Hank pointed to the playground, and the professor looked over with his hand. A slim woman was walking towards him. As she gradually approached the crowd, her appearance changed rapidly. She first changed from an ordinary-looking white-collar worker to a blue-skinned woman, and then changed to a long-haired beauty in her twenties.

Once he comes out, Eric will be the first to be the brunt. With that person's personality, he will never let two Magnetos exist in the world at the same time.

"Don't worry." Eric looked at the last ray of sunset in the sky with his eyes. "I will tell him that his time is over."
Chapter completed!