"This station reported that there was an unprecedented disaster in New York City last night, and a wrecked passenger plane crashed into the symbol of American independence, the Statue of Liberty."

"That night, the United Nations summit was held on Freedom Island. The official has not yet given a specific list of casualties, but a large number of mourning citizens have gathered around Freedom Island..."

"The aircraft accident cannot be ruled out for human possibility, but there is currently no organization that declares responsibility for it."

"It is reported that the reconstruction of the Statue of Liberty has been accepted by Stark Group. Group spokesman Ms. Pepper said that Stark Group is confident that it will complete the reconstruction of the Statue of Liberty within one month..."

All channels on TV are broadcasting crazy about last night's battle. In contrast, the bloody impact of Solo's massacres gang up with ninjas exploded half the street.

At least the people of New York have long been used to such shootings and explosions. Even though the scene was a little more tragic, the place where Solo and the ninjas who joined hands fought were places where serious people did not go back, and they did not attract any attention.

Even with sporadic reports, they were soon flooded with the news of the collapse of the Statue of Liberty.

Stark turned off the TV casually, his bright eyes were full of weirdness. The news broadcasts on the TV, to those insiders, became a proof of some mysterious force.

After a slight pause, Stark couldn't help but gasp, staring at Soro and confirming again.

"This is what you call power? Professor Charles...he can actually do this!"

Stark is no stranger to Professor Charles. His father Howard Stark and Charles are old acquaintances. Perhaps they had a tacit cooperation, so that the Stark Group has been one of the sponsors of Xavier Genius College for many years.

Even after Howard Stark passed away, the funds never stopped, but until last night, Stark realized that the gentle and kind bald professor, who was squinting his eyes, had such terrifying energy.

"Obviously, this is part of the deal."

Soro shrugged. Just after he came back last night, Colonel Roddy of the Ministry of Defense called Stark and confirmed that Magneto would eventually be taken over by the military through his own discussion.

The Ministry of Defense requires Stark to complete the prison design within three days and complete the construction within ten days to prevent accidents. The location of the prison is located underground in the Pentagon of the Ministry of Defense. There is no doubt that this is definitely one of the safest and most secret prisons in the world.

And it was also last night that Professor Charles's thoughts were spreading over New York. It was hard to say how many souls and memories were visited by him, but this morning, all the citizens who directly watched the battle last night had completely changed their memories in their heads.

No matter why the Ministry of Defense accepted Magneto in the end, it must be full of mutually beneficial transactions, and this is politics.

For the mutants, a wrecked plane hit the Statue of Liberty. Everything that happened last night had nothing to do with the mutants, especially for Professor Charles, who advocated peace. This would not make the already precarious relationship between humans and mutants more resistant and rigid.

Giving Magneto to the military seems to make Professor Charles a traitor to mutants and friendship.

In a short period of time, Magneto's radical behavior has a significant effect on the revival of mutants, but it is harmful and useless over time. Human counterattack will drag the whole thing into the quagmire of war.

Professor Charles seems to have helped humans in a short period of time, but in fact he has established an alliance with humans and obtained a lot of assistance and resources. As his elite education model continues, mutants with better genes than humans will be more likely to enter the elite society of humans.

The silent acceptance of human culture and system can be fully accepted, so that race can be truly continued. If time is taken into consideration, Professor Charles's silent racial integration model is far more devastating than the radical Magneto.

Whether Charles or Magneto, their purpose is the same, but the method and direction are different.

Stark held the cup in both hands, with the rare silence, his silence, undoubtedly because he truly felt the magical power and his political wisdom of Professor Charles, whom he had never met before.

Memory and perception are the most basic parties of human existence. If they can be smeared and modified at will, will the meaning of the living beings that exist as a person's identity seem too illusory, or will this existence itself become meaningless?

Soro was prepared for this, but even Stark was a guy full of curiosity and imagination. As a normal person, it was difficult for him to accept such things for a while.

"As long as he wants, he can turn you into a fool who can only drink porridge and runny nose for the rest of his life, and then sit in the sun and smile foolishly."

Solo lazily leaned against the sofa, looking at Stark who was swallowing and silent, with a grin full of evil spirits on his lips.

"This world is much more exciting than you think! Stark! God really exists, and there is far more than one!"

Soro's voice was low, then he grinned and said with a smile

"Fortunately, Charles is a person who has great self-control over power. Both he and Magneto regard the mutant race as much as possible, so this will become a shackle on their necks, using power at will, and the result will be a counterattack from humans, and then a war of both losses."

"So, you can rest assured that Professor Charles will not remove your head and replace it with a little girl who loves to wear pink princess dresses."

Soro adjusted his sitting position and turned his head to look at Stark, who was expressionless. To be honest, he was still looking forward to this scene.

Stark's head obviously also described the scene as Solo twitched, and he decided in his heart that between the methods of fighting the spiritual energy connection in the research institute, he would have missed the very friendly bald professor to meet.

"How is your research?" Soro glanced at Stark, he soothed his arms and said, "The concentration of palladium in the blood reaches 51.3%...Tsk tsk! I feel more and more that when I come back, what I see is your black and white photo! Well! Do you really don't consider making a will first?"

The malicious teasing made Stark snort coldly. He turned his face and ignored Solo who was smirking. He fell into a bottleneck at the beginning of his research on Solo's energy.

Solo's energy in his body is too much more energy than the earth's technology. With Jarvis's calculation order, it is impossible to deduce the energy structure, let alone reconstruct elements.

"I really want to seal your mouth."

“Many people think so…”

Soro shrugged, paused slightly, and then said, "I will be out of equipment tomorrow morning! Well! Man, I can only say good luck."

This time he returned to New York, he had already got what he wanted, absorbing geomagnetic energy and upgrading the fire source by more than half, and also getting two crucial news from Professor Charles.

The whereabouts of Colonel Stryker and Edman Metal, and the guy who wandered in Texas with energy similar to the tinder, Soro clearly remembered Professor Charles' warning.

Such a terrible mutant actually solemnly explained the danger to him, which was enough to make Solo sort the two things in his mind, first deal with Edman Metal, and then go to Texas.

A complicated look flashed across Stark's face. The antidote might be right in front of him, but he did not open the golden key to the treasure box. If he could not analyze Solo's energy, then he might be less than 1% of his life.

Soro is talking about the facts, and he should indeed consider how to deal with his funeral.

After a moment of silence, Stark chuckled freely. Finally, he bounced his fingers and came to a glass of wine from the table next to him. "Forget it, we have to break up, we're done tomorrow morning, get out of here!"

Also in the halo of the morning light, the police station in Queens was noisy, crowds were coming and going, shouting, scolding, and crying.

“Buzz…”

Suddenly, a force that ordinary people could not understand permeate, all the sounds came to an abrupt end, everything in the police station seemed to be forbidden by time, and even the green-headed flies flying on the bread kept floating in their wings.

The door of the police station was kicked open, and a tall figure strode in, coiled around the silver cane with complex patterns, a well-trimmed black windbreaker, her golden hair was neatly combed back, and her beautiful and deep blue eyes. Although her face was old, her facial features could still show her handsome outline when she was young.

This mysterious man had a faint smile on his lips and his whole body was filled with an old-fashioned gentlemanly atmosphere.

His goal for coming here was obviously clear. He walked straight through the solidified crowd and walked towards the morgue behind the police station. The silver cane sounded "dongdong" on the ground, and the sound was crisp as if it hit a person's heart.

The morgue was cold and filled with a faint smell of corpse, but a hint of enjoyment smile appeared on his face.

As he strides towards the depths of the morgue, he gently tilts his silver cane, and the large refrigerator for the morgue slowly slides out, where he is a beautiful woman with long black hair.

But at this moment, she closed her eyes and looked pale, as if she was falling into a deep sleep.

"I found you, little baby..."

The man's eyes, when he looked at the woman, showed unexpected appreciation. A ball of rose-red energy appeared on his fingertips, and he faintly transformed into a human-shaped outline.

Tap your fingers, and the rose-red energy merged into the corpse. The fingertips gently brushed across the cold scarred face. Wherever your fingertips passed, the pale face with blood was rosy and rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, strands of light blue energy surged out from the seven orifices of the spirit butterfly, gathered in the man's palm and struggled left and right. After about a few breaths, it turned into a few spots of light that dissipated.

If Solo was here, he would definitely be shocked by the scene in front of him, because the thinking energy that the man pulled out of the body of the spirit butterfly was the breath he left behind when he killed the spirit butterfly.

A tiny, almost non-existent breath was easily found by the man. A smile of interest appeared on the corner of his mouth. He whispered, "Oh? An interesting energy...unheard of...but a little familiar..."

"Um!?"

Suddenly, the man seemed to feel something, suddenly raised his head and looked out at the void behind him. A majestic and cold golden halo flashed in the depths of his blue eyes, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The reaction is still so fast. It's time for us to leave, little baby!"
Chapter completed!