In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

Chapter 59 The Morals of a Villain (Approximate)

The right arm, with its shoulder joint, ulna, and radius all broken, emitted a chilling, cracking sound.

The broken bones were propelled back to their original positions by the combined force of light energy and muscles, and then healed rapidly. After consuming about one-fiftieth of the stored energy, they were finally fully restored to normal.

This is a bit more advanced than some traditional self-healing abilities. He was originally worried that his bones might grow crooked.

However, there is a downside to activating the ability in this way: the poison gas from Black Stone Rain Feather was metabolized and cleansed before the arm healed. The sudden and intense pain almost made Mason cry out, but he managed to hold it in.

Mystique, who was stuck to the wall after being shot, seemed to have only temporarily lost her breath due to the strong impact, rather than being directly unconscious. So Mason fired another shot, and she fell forward cleanly and motionless.

But Bobby's dorm room was almost completely destroyed—he should be able to get compensation from the college for that, it's not Mason's responsibility, so it's not a big problem.

He then picked up a sheet from the ground, tore it in half, twisted each half into a rope, and tied a knot on Mystique's hands and feet that tightened the more she struggled, thus declaring victory.

Hmph, as expected, melee combat is barbaric behavior. A civilized person like me should just stick to the marksman position.

This idea is definitely not because we can't win; please be aware of that.

Since it was close to class time, the student dormitory was almost empty, so even though there was such a commotion, no one came to check.

Mason walked to the corner of the dormitory, opened the wardrobe door, and sure enough, he saw Bobby lying inside, his hands and feet bound and unconscious.

Hey, you're a powerful Omega-level mutant, how could you be so easily ambushed and knocked down?

After moving poor Bobby to the bed, Mason stood in the middle of the dormitory for a moment, then decided to call the professor first.

Judging from her appearance, this Mystique is the Jennifer Lawrence version, so she and Charles must have been lovers for a long time. Let the professionals handle this.

But just as he took out his phone, he looked up and saw a dumbfounded person standing at the door.

It's Lorna.

"Riven—?!" She hesitated, first looking down at Mystique, then up at Mason, and finally gasped, "What—what happened to you?"

"So you live here?" Mason asked in a casual tone.

"—It's upstairs."

Lorna answered instinctively, then quickly shook her head: "Wait, that's not the point! What's going on here?!"

"That's hard for me to explain to you."

Mason scratched his head: "The righteous and passionate teacher, Mr. Mason, discovered that a criminal was impersonating his student, and after a battle of wits and courage, he apprehended him on the spot?"

"Huh?" Lorna was dumbfounded. "No—you—? Huh?"

"Never mind that for now, you've come at the perfect time."

Mason shrugged. "You should recognize who this is, right? I was just about to call the professor and have him handle it further. Since you've seen him, why not lend a hand?"

Lorna remained silent for about ten seconds, her eyes twitching slightly throughout, but she finally walked in with an incredulous expression, saying as she went, "You mean—you saw through Riven's disguise?"

"Is it that difficult?" Mason blinked, throwing the question back at him.

"If she were awake, she'd jump up and fight you if she heard that," Lorna sighed. "Never mind—"

I'm too lazy to even complain. You make the call first; I have something to say to her.

"Please go ahead."

Mason pointed to Riven, who was tied up tightly, then took out his phone and dialed Charles.

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The other party answered very quickly, connecting after only one ring.

"Hello, Professor? It's me, Mason."

"Mr. Mason? There must be something you need to tell me at this time, right?"

"That's right," Mason replied cheerfully. "I'm currently in room 204 of Dormitory 3, and I've captured Mystique, a member of the Brotherhood. Professor, would you like to send someone over to check it out?"

"Um?"

"I said, I caught a fraternity member, a woman codenamed Mystique," Mason repeated. "She disguised herself as a student, but I saw through her disguise and apprehended her on the spot—that's a major achievement, right? How about a raise?"

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The professor paused for a moment, then replied, "Mr. Mason, please restrain her. I'll be right there."

"Understood." Mason nodded. "See you later."

After hanging up the phone, Mason looked at Lorna.

At this moment, she sat cross-legged in front of Mystique, reached out and shook the latter's shoulder hard, but to no avail—so she immediately switched to pinching her face hard.

This will come in handy.

Mystique slowly opened her eyes, looked up, and saw Lorna looking down at her.

"You?" She immediately looked extremely surprised. "You actually went back to the academy?"

As expected, Mason still found it a bit difficult to stay calm.

See? The so-called Jianghu (江湖, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) isn't about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and social interactions. Clearly, these guys all know each other, giving the impression that having connections is much more effective than throwing punches.

"Ha—who did this?"

Lorna pointed to her temple and sneered, "So, what brings you here? I'm not as patient as a professor. Since you've come to this point, I advise you to first consider how to save face."

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"Not saying anything? Is that really okay? Would you rather have someone drill into your head and pry into your privacy than be questioned?"

She used her sharp nails to pierce her temples in a circular motion, quickly tearing a gash in her skin. Bright red blood flowed down her cheek, leaving Mason stunned.

Is she still angry from yesterday? If my sister is this vicious, wouldn't it be inappropriate if I didn't set an alarm and say, "If you can't say it before it goes off, you'll lose your head"?

—Forget it, I'm not a bandit.

"No, isn't that unnecessary?" he thoughtfully reminded her from behind. "I think this person won't be frightened by your self-harm."

"Enough nonsense." Lorna clicked her tongue and turned back, saying, "If it weren't for these lunatics messing around all day, I wouldn't have been dragged back in the first place! And now you expect me to be nice to you? Dream on!"

"Fine, go ahead and be tough," Mason shrugged. "I just wanted to remind you that it's best not to learn interrogation techniques from cartoons."

This吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments) was purely offhand, because Lorna's actions inexplicably had a DIO vibe, making him want to laugh a little.

"What's it to you?"

Lorna rolled her eyes, then looked back at Mystique.

Why not refute it?

—Could it really be something you learned from cartoons?

Mystique's gaze swept between Mason and Lorna a few times before she closed her eyes and said, "To actually lose to a junior newcomer—hmph, fine, I admit defeat, but don't expect me to say anything willingly."

"Why bother?" Mason scratched his head. "Being stubborn won't work here. Once those brainy types come over and show you their tricks, you'll still have to say what you need to say. Why suffer for it?"

"This is a matter of attitude."

Mystique scoffed, "Surrendering willingly and being forced to confess are two different things. Young man, do you even know what integrity is?"

"Huh?" Mason was dumbfounded. "You guys who do bad things are actually concerned about this?"

Faced with this question, Mystique surprisingly retorted, "What constitutes a bad thing? What's the definition of a bad thing? In the Brotherhood's eyes, the X-Men are the ones who can't see the situation clearly, they just stand in the way and get in the way!"

Mason was so embarrassed by this old-fashioned sophistry that he curled his toes into the ground and immediately lost the will to say anything more, so he retreated.

Then, Mystique looked at Lorna.

"You're his daughter, so I feel I need to remind you," she said, frowning. "This time is different; the X-Men have no chance of winning."

"Hmph, aren't you tired of saying that yet?"

Lorna rolled her eyes. "For decades, they've been fighting over trivial reasons. In the end, who benefits?"

"A reason to be bored?"

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Mystique was enraged by the words. She straightened up abruptly and shouted, "Charles will only perish because of compromise! The interests of mutants can only be obtained through struggle!"

Lorna scoffed, offering no reply, but instead turned to Mason and said calmly, "You see, that's why I don't like talking to them about this kind of thing."

"That's truly pitiful." Mason shook his head. "That's how extremists are; I wouldn't even want to look at them."

"What do you know?!" Mystique roared. "Reality has already proven its cruelty! Passive waiting will only lead to self-destruction! If you're a mutant too, you should stay away from these idiots brainwashed by false peace and go to a place where people are truly fighting for the interests of their race!"

"Still acting as HR at a time like this? — That's too much of a business sense."

Mason rubbed his temples and said, "Although I'm not very educated, I know that those groups who say 'only by doing this can you achieve that' are all incredibly suspicious, and going to extremes never ends well."

"idiot----"

Mystique seemed about to say something more, but a new voice suddenly came from the doorway.

"Riven, it's been a long time."

Charles floated in in a hover wheelchair, followed by the White Queen.

After entering, he smiled at Mystique, then looked at Mason and said, "Mr. Mason, I have to thank you. If Riven had been allowed to run rampant in the academy, there could have been very serious consequences."

"No problem," Mason said, shrugging. "So, can my salary be increased?"

Charles held up five fingers: "How about a 50% increase?"

"praise."

Mason, having made a killing, found a place to sit down, while the professor turned his attention back to Mystique.

"Riven, although I didn't want to see you again in this situation—"

He lowered his head and looked at Mystique, saying, "I'm sorry, Riven, I have to think about the students. Please tell me your plan."

Want to know?

Facing Charles, Mystique regained her composure: "Then come and get it from my head yourself. I won't tell you."

"That's more like you." Charles sighed almost imperceptibly. "But this time—Emma, ​​you'll have to do it."

"Fine, what can I do? I'm taking a salary from you."

The White Queen, standing behind, sighed, stepped forward, and said with a smile while stretching out her fingers, "Considering that we used to be colleagues, I will try to be gentler."

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Realizing the problem was not so simple, Mason frowned.

What's going on here? Why bring the White Queen? We can't exactly say the professor can't bring himself to sleep with his old flame, can we?

Mystique was clearly aware of the problem as well. As the White Queen transformed from a beautiful blonde woman into a dazzling humanoid diamond, her eyes widened in astonishment.

"Charles, what's wrong with you—?"

"Don't worry about this," the White Queen gently placed her hand on Mystique's head, adopting a relaxed tone like a pediatrician. "Be good, just bear with it, it'll be over soon."

That's what they said, but just a moment later, Mason saw Mystique tremble all over as if she had been struck by a high voltage, scream loudly, roll her eyes back, and even drool involuntarily flow from the corner of her mouth.

"—Do these two have a grudge?" He shifted his position and secretly asked Lorna, "Is telepathy such a painful thing?"

"Hmph, she only got what she deserved."

Lorna sneered, "Emma's abilities are much weaker than the professor's. If someone has received relevant training, they can resist her mental abilities to some extent, but a direct confrontation like this is impossible to withstand and would only cause more pain."

"—How come this is being hailed as a martyr?"

Mason's lips twitched twice, then he turned his head to look at the professor.

His emotions were not apparent from his expression, so Mason was unsure if this was just his imagination. In any case, Charles was quite reluctant to witness this scene.

That really suits his style.

A moment later, the White Queen, who was playing with Mystique's brain, raised her hand and pried open the former's mouth. She inserted her finger and forcefully pried off a white capsule about half the size of a fingernail from the left upper molar. She then tossed it to Charles.

"This is the drug she planned to secretly put into your brainwave enhancement machine, which will make you a vegetable for about a week."

The White Queen's tone carried a hint of sarcasm: "It's a specially made, high-end product, you know. Ordinary scanners simply can't detect it."

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Charles did not answer, but simply took the capsule and sighed silently.

The White Queen ignored it, continuing to manipulate Mystique's brain while casting a spell and exclaiming, "Oh—Eric actually woke Wanda up, using—a drug that fell from the Hellfire Club's crater—SCP-500? Strange name."

Mason, who was watching the drama unfold, almost choked on his food.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, what was 500 again? How come there's something like this in the Hellfire Club's Hollow Prize Pool? The drop rate is way too high, holy crap!

"Hmm—Eric probably plans to take you down first, then storm into the academy. I don't know anything else."

After a long while, the White Queen withdrew her hand from Mystique's head, and the latter immediately collapsed, exhausted and covered in cold sweat. It seemed that she would not be able to regain her mobility for a while.

"Charles, they seem determined to win this time."

The White Queen stood up and said with some worry, "There are some discordant points in Riven's memories. It seems like Jason brainwashed her, and some key information has been covered up. If the secrecy work has gone this far, it at least shows that they have invested a lot of effort, which is completely different from the small-scale incidents that used to occur."

Jason? Brainwashing? That should refer to the Brotherhood member "Master of Illusions," a mutant who can confuse others' five senses and make them see near-realistic illusions. He's incredibly powerful, far superior to Mysterio from the Spider-Man movies—unfortunately, he's just a weakling in front of the Professor, someone he could easily defeat with one hand.

—But that's based on the professor being in a normal state.

Mason glanced at Charles.

Everyone else in this college can be a liability, but you, sir, are the only one who can't. Stand up straight, Professor!

"and----"

The White Queen took a small knife from her belt, used it to cut a gash on Riven's nape, then carefully rummaged through it before using the tip of the knife to pick out an irregularly shaped piece of metal.

"This thing can block out mental perception," she said, stuffing the metal fragment into her pocket. "It's not as effective as Eric's helmet, but it's much more convenient."

"Impairing perception—?"

Charles frowned, but quickly changed the subject, instead contacting Storm by phone and asking directly, "Oloro, how's the defense system ready?"

"It can be activated at any time if needed."

Storm gave an affirmative answer, and then asked, "What's going on? Is there any new development from the Brotherhood?"

"Defense system?"

At this moment, Mystique, who was lying on the ground, barely raised her head and sneered, "That kind of thing—it's useless."

"Riven's voice?"

Storm on the other end of the phone paused, stunned. "Wait, what happened?"

"I'll explain later," Charles said. "Gather all combatants in the conference room. Suspend the morning classes, arrange some entertainment for the students, then activate the defense system—alert level three. We'll discuss other arrangements after the meeting."

"—It seems Magneto isn't planning to give us any more time."

Storm sighed briefly, "Understood, I'll go arrange it right away."