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However, he did not tell this to the Wakandans who had not yet left.

Instead, he quickly returned to school.

I told this to Professor Charles who was in a wheelchair.

“Enzo!

Your choice is correct.

The people of Wakandan must not know about this.

Otherwise, they will bring New York into the abyss."

Charles Francis Xavier.

The most famous mutant in the world, a powerful mind controller.

"That's what I'm afraid of, Professor. These Wakandans have gone completely crazy. They are searching for traces of this place inch by inch in the forests of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. There are many primitive tribes in the forests of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. They enter the tribes indiscriminately and arrest everyone for interrogation... That's why I didn't dare tell them."

"So, this matter must be kept secret." Charles fell into deep thought.

Finding someone was too easy for him. Through the mind amplifier, he could easily find Ororo's spirit.

But...Charles wasn't prepared to do that.

Because using the mind amplifier is not only harmful to his body.

It was also harmful to Ororo.

And more importantly, Charles had other ideas.

Charles has been committed to the peace and balance between humans and mutants for many years. Therefore, he used his strong financial resources to establish the "X Academy", a school to guide mutants to rationally use their superpowers to contribute to society, and formed the mutant superhero team X-Men.

Charles understood that although the attitudes of many countries towards mutants had become very ambiguous after all these years, opposition to mutants was clearly the mainstream in the world. Although he had helped educate many mutants over the years so that they could better integrate into human society.

However, the number of mutants he could help was too small.

What's more, new mutants are born every day.

It is obviously unrealistic to want to save all mutants by one person.

So, he formed the X-Men.

Charles also thought about it for a long time.

Ultimately I got inspiration from Spider-Man swinging on a swing in New York.

Through mind control, he learned the true identity of Spider-Man, who was just an ordinary teenager in Queens, and that the spider-powers he obtained came from a mutant spider.

Spider-Man is not a mutant.

But they are mutants who are more difficult to be accepted by society than mutants.

But it is because Spider-Man punishes evil.

Therefore it gained huge popularity.

This gave Charles a lot of inspiration.

With such inspiration.

He formed the X-Men.

He wants the X-Men to learn from Spider-Man and become a superhero team.

Maintain justice and peace to gain recognition from others.

And since all members of the X-Men are mutants, this means that as time goes by, the reputation gained by the X-Men will slowly be passed on to the mutants, and people's attitudes towards mutants may also change.

To this end, he has been training the X-Men.

Now, it's finally time for the X-Men to show their skills.

Charles made his decision.

He will not get involved in this matter.

Because he is old and his time has passed.

He is going to train a successor.

If we don't train a successor.

What if one day he died of a sudden heart attack or cerebral infarction?

Then everything he had built over the years would collapse overnight.

This is not alarmist.

Sometimes Charles really envied his old rival Eric Magneto.

Compared to Magneto.

These students of mine are really not up to par.

But it doesn’t matter, I still have time, right?

"Professor, we received a message." The door was pushed open and Jean Grey walked in.

Charles turned his gaze away, a gentle smile on his face.

Jean Grey has red hair as smooth as a waterfall, casually draped over her shoulders. Every strand of hair sparkles with charming luster, like a burning flame of passion.

Her skin was as white as snow, with a healthy pinkness and delicate as fine jade, emitting a soft halo under the sunlight from the window. Her delicate facial features seemed to be the most carefully crafted masterpiece by God, her eyebrows were as dark as distant black, and her slightly raised eyebrows carried a hint of stubbornness and determination.

Her eyes are deep and bright, like a pool of dark blue lake, crystal clear and yet full of endless mystery.

She stared at Charles, her eyes revealing wisdom and tenderness, as if she could see into the heart of this spiritual master.

If you were to ask, which student in the entire college is Charles most satisfied with?

Needless to say, it's Jean Grey.

It’s a pity... Qin... is not suitable.

"what's the message?"

Charles took the phone, raised his brows and read the message on it.

The expression on his face became somewhat serious.

"Fighter's Tournament?"

Charles knew quite a bit about fighters.

In particular, he has many friends among the fighters of the previous generation.

He knew that each of these fighters was a violent person who disregarded the law and rules.

This means that New York, which was chosen as the venue for this year's martial arts conference, will have extremely serious security risks. Those martial artists don't care about the lives of ordinary people. Their strength allows them to transcend most laws.

But a smile soon appeared on Charles' face.

In this case, the X Special Forces becomes even more necessary.

No?

Chapter 159 Hell’s Kitchen is also a place you can come to.

"what is inside?"

"We need to search!"

"hurry up!"

"Here's a search warrant!"

The plane had just come to a stop.

A large number of black cars, flashing police lights, surrounded the plane aggressively.

It’s not the NYPD.

But the FBI.

Heavily armed men in black.

Although, no gun was pulled out.

But they all confronted the gunmen with serious looks.

They demanded that the entire plane be inspected.

Fisk looked at the agents outside the elevator.

Listening to Ross's nagging, I felt a little impatient.

However, Fisk also heard between the lines.

Ross already knew that he had vibranium in his hands.

He was too lazy to beat around the bush. "General Ross, how much vibranium do you want?"

"one tenth!"

Ross stopped beating around the bush and said, "One tenth. Don't think I'm greedy."

“Haha, news spreads really fast.

General Ross, I can give it to you.

But the people causing trouble outside are yours, right? "

“That’s not what I was looking for.

However, I can make them disappear from your sight."

Ross smiled and said, “Don’t worry, the whole world will help you cover it up.

After all, you are not easy to mess with. "

Fisk grinned: "Then I want to know, who sent these people outside?"

"Your old friend."

"Ophelia?"