Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Do you know why Uber will be so popular in the future? It's because taxis in New York are so hard to hail!

In order to prevent the world's busiest city from becoming a large parking lot full of taxis, the New York City government strictly controls the number of taxi licenses.

There are even three different types of taxis, with restrictions on the areas where they pick up passengers, to prevent a large number of empty taxis from pouring into the core area and randomly picking up passengers, which would increase the burden on city streets.

This is why in movies, you can often see New Yorkers fighting for taxis. This is truly a local characteristic that is rarely seen in other American cities.

But maybe it was because of Ms. Hepburn's lucky yellow outfit, but when Henry accompanied the lady to the side of the road, he was lucky enough to hail an empty car and got in.

"Please go to 1407 Graymagin Road in the heart of Salem, Westchester County."

"Westchester County? It's a bit far, but that's not a problem for Wesley. Sit tight, my guests. Wesley's driving skills are fast and safe. Being able to ride in my car is definitely the luckiest thing that can happen to you today."

The black man driving the car made full use of his racial talent for chattering, telling all kinds of New Yorker jokes while glancing at the old woman getting on the car through the rearview mirror.

"Old lady, has anyone ever told you that you look like a big star?"

"Oh? Which big star does he look like?"

He paused for a moment, squinting his eyes, then staring at the road. Finally, he said, "Audrey Hepburn. You really look like that lady who was in the newspaper not long ago. Could it be you?"

"Of course not. I just look like him." Ms. Hepburn said, while winking playfully at Henry beside her.

He added, "If I were a real celebrity, I'd have a private car and three or five bodyguards who look like male models at all times."

Old Black, who loved chatting about celebrity gossip, nodded and said, "Yes, yes, yes. Ah, no, no, no! Don't underestimate me, old lady. I've also driven many celebrities and stars."

"Do you know Vito Corleone? I drove him, the godfather of the Italian Mafia. Do you know Dr. Elmer Brown? He was a great scientist who invented a time machine. I drove him, too."

Lao Hei listed several famous names in a row. If Henry had not seen the movies of these people in this world, he would have thought that these movie worlds were embedded in the Marvel Universe.

To put it simply, this old black man is using his racial talent to brag in a fast-paced voice with his tongue clicking!

If that Mafia Godfather really existed in this world, would he just take a taxi? Wouldn't he be afraid of being spotted and shot by his enemies?

The time machine is even more ridiculous... Henry doesn't even want to waste his energy complaining about it.

But Audrey Hepburn seemed to be in high spirits, and every time the other party said a name, she would exclaim. With such a cooperative audience, Lao Hei couldn't help but talk more excitedly.

Time passed by unknowingly, and the taxi arrived at its destination, a large manor.

Although Westchester County is the southernmost county in upstate New York, it is also within the New York metropolitan area. Most residents use the Metro-North Railroad to commute to work in Manhattan.

It can be imagined that the people who can live here are not ordinary white-collar workers.

And being able to own such a manor in such a place is something that ordinary people cannot do.

Especially the brass sign at the main entrance of the manor - Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters...

Well, it’s really not a place for ordinary people.

Watching Audrey Hepburn open the big iron gate with familiarity and walk in, Henry hesitated. Did he really want to follow her in and act out this scene?

"Henry, why aren't you following?" Audrey Hepburn turned around and smiled.

"here……"

"Oh, don't worry. The old friend I want to meet is the principal and person in charge here. Professor Charles Francis Xavier. This is not only a school, but also his family's business."

Well, after hearing this, if Henry still doesn’t know what the situation is, then his journey through time would be in vain.

It's just that although the world is no stranger to mutants, in public intelligence, all members of the X-Men and the Brotherhood of Mutants are referred to by code names, and their bases have never been made public.

I don’t know whether he is afraid of being disturbed or afraid of people coming to him.

The love-hate relationship between the two sides was more than a decade ago. There haven't been as many conflicts in recent years, though their ideologies remain opposed. Both sides have accepted the arrangements made by the US government.

This is like the conflict between the Democratic and Republican parties in American politics. There's no saying who's good or bad, just different ideologies and positions.

So under normal circumstances, ordinary people would not know what this place is for, or who Professor Charles Xavier is.

However, Henry wondered what was the point of continuing to play dumb. He didn't want to act like last time, trying so hard to act stupid that he ended up being a fool.

Henry simply laid his cards on the table and said, "I'd rather not go in, ma'am. You've disguised yourself as that person perfectly, and you fooled me at first. But let's leave it at that."

"Oh, when did you realize something was wrong?" 'Audrey Hepburn' did not deny it, but transformed in front of Henry.

The skin flipped from top to bottom, and the whole person changed drastically, from a relatively thin figure to a normal plump woman. Moreover, it was a female mutant with blue skin, dark blue veins, yellow eyes and red hair - Mystique.

This is really not surprising. Henry said: "I noticed it from your conversation with the driver in the taxi. The real Ms. Hepburn would not make such vulgar jokes.

"And you've admitted it yourself. You're not Audrey Hepburn, you just look like her. You speak the truth with a clear conscience because it's true, isn't it?"

Chapter 117 Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters

If there is any difference, it is that the unique hormonal scent exuded by Mystique is completely different from that of Audrey Hepburn herself.

It’s just that Henry didn’t take this abnormality seriously at first, thinking it was just a chemical change caused by the perfume, so he was really fooled.

"So, you have guessed where this place is, fellow countrymen." said Mystique, who revealed her true form.

"I used to guess this was the headquarters of the X-Men or the Brotherhood of Mutants.—"

Henry continued to play dumb, after all, this was undisclosed information.

"——But now that we see the famous Mystique, it's not difficult to guess whose territory this is. But I'm not your compatriot, so don't call me that."

Mystique said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you deny it, fellow countryman."

In order to persuade the man in front of her, Mystique said seriously: "Don't think that the world is kind to us just because you haven't seen the news about the persecution of mutants.

"The suffering we have endured in the past is beyond your imagination. To prevent such tragedies from happening again, we can only overcome these difficulties by working together and contributing our own strength."

"No need, and it's none of my business. Because I'm really not your compatriot," Henry said resolutely.

Mystique refused to give up and continued, "Why do you deny all this, fellow man? Do you think that if you don't acknowledge it, the facts will disappear? If we want to survive in this world constructed by barbarians, we can only rely on each other."

"I'm going to answer this stupid question for the last time, because I'm not a fucking mutant, I'm a fucking alien!" Henry yelled.

Rather than continue to hide his alien identity and be dragged into the mutant conflict, Henry felt it would be better to reveal his true identity.

Because the plight of mutants in the Marvel Universe is a giant shithole, worse than people of color, at the bottom of the contempt chain. Even their own parents might despise them, so who can they turn to for justice?

Whether it's Magneto or Professor X, they're both good at using moral coercion, and then they're discriminated against by the government. In short, no matter who they join, there's no good ending.

Henry decided it was better to draw a clear line between them and not be dragged down by a group that was still confused about its own identity.

Besides, I really have nothing to do with mutants. I'm not just trying to cut ties or pretend I have nothing to do with them.

I am an alien and I am proud!

I don’t know if it was the momentum of Henry’s shouting that frightened Mystique, or if it was that what he said was so unbelievable that it scared her.

This is one of the most magical things about the Marvel world: mutants can walk in the sun and be accepted by most people, as long as there is no conflict of interest between the two sides.

But aliens... are still words that appear only in gossip tabloids and science fiction movies, or exist only in intelligence that has not been made public by the government.

Mystique had an expression of disbelief on her face. She pointed at Henry and said tremblingly, "Walt! You... an alien?"

Henry said sarcastically, "Do you have in your mind the classic image of a small, wrinkled brown creature with a head as big as a beef Wellington, eyes like searchlights, and a neck thinner than a matchstick?

"Not all aliens are ETs, okay. Besides, that's just an image of aliens created by Hollywood. It doesn't mean that real aliens look like that. Not even the ones in Star Wars."

It was unclear who he was mocking. Henry imitated E.T. in the movie, raised his index finger to his chest, and drily said the movie line: "Elliot, I'm your friend."

"Do you think all aliens have to be that stupid?" a certain Kryptonian, who had returned to normal, roared, completely overwhelming Mystique in terms of momentum.

Very suddenly, Henry froze in place, like a lifeless sculpture.

Seeing this, Mystique knew who had done it. She shouted angrily, "Charles."

As expected, a group of people emerged from the manor. The most conspicuous figure among them was Professor X, a bald man in a wheelchair. He pressed his fingers to his temples, his eyes fixed on the stranger.

Others include Hank McCoy, Jean Grey, Cyclops, Storm, Nightcrawler and Quicksilver. It can be said that all the active X-Men members are here.

Professor X, who was pushed out in a wheelchair, said: "Raven, I told you, he doesn't have the X gene."

"Okay, he doesn't have the X gene, so let him go. What are you doing?" Mystique questioned.

"He says he's an alien, and I have to prove it and find out why he's here on Earth... Wait, what are you doing? Stop. No! Stop!"

Professor X looked like he was suppressing the pain. His eyes were bloodshot, and blood was flowing from his nose and ears. He looked incredibly ferocious. Even his bald head looked like it was covered in veins.

Suddenly there was a scream, and one of the mutant leaders fainted on the spot.

Henry, who had returned to normal, looked at the bald man in the wheelchair who had fainted and said, "Oh, I've only just calculated pi to the digits of a nayuta, and you can't handle it. I haven't even started playing with infinite geometry yet."

One of the main reasons why Henry didn't want to enter the X-Men's territory was, of course, that he didn't want to see Professor X, who possessed the most powerful telepathic ability in the Marvel Universe.

Only Magneto and Juggernaut's helmets can fully protect against this powerful being. Even Dark Phoenix and Apocalypse would struggle to stop his invasion, lest they, like Henry, be controlled and their fellow Omega-level mutants, be controlled as well.

Who would have known that this good man who claimed to be a moral role model would use a series of control and mind-reading techniques when he heard that he was an alien.

There is absolutely no self-requirement to not pry into other people's privacy. Does this mean that aliens have no human rights in the eyes of mutants?

It seems that mutants have finally found a lower status in the contempt chain. Or rather, aliens are simply not considered human.

Of course, Henry couldn't just sit there and wait for death. It was just that Kryptonians had low magic resistance, which was basically a joke.

Henry had no confidence in being able to withstand Professor X's mind control like other psychic masters, so he could only take a roundabout way to save the country.

First, examine your own situation. Although your body is controlled, for some reason, your consciousness is still clear.

Unlike some people whose minds are frozen by Professor X, even their consciousness will stagnate. When they are released, they don't even know what happened.

Since my brain is working, and the other party wants to read my mind, I'll test the power of my super brain and see how far I stand from the most powerful telepath.

Chapter 118 X-Men

Simply put, it is like one of the basic means of combat used by hackers, DoS attack, which uses a large amount of spam to paralyze the opponent's network or system resources.

If calculating pi isn't enough, then study the infinite geometry of fractals in the Mandelbrot set, using two open pages. If that doesn't work, then study various infinitely solved math problems in three or four open pages, or simply review the books in the Los Angeles Public Library.

Anyway, my own thinking is normal, which is the other party's biggest miscalculation.

As a result, the great Professor X didn't even need to use a second trick, his head was so smoked by pi.

It's true that you have strong mental strength, but our hardware is different.

The Kryptonian, back to normal, smiled triumphantly.

At the same time, Henry also discovered that Professor X's mental attack was actually a kind of brain wave forced synchronization ability, thereby controlling the opponent's brain and the commands conveyed to the body's limbs.

The difference between me and Professor X is that the other has the ability to interpret brain waves, thereby knowing so-called memories and thoughts.

So can we regard Magneto and Red Tank's helmets as a design that uses the Faraday cage principle to isolate the interference of internal and external radio waves?

That being said, it's not impossible for me to get a helmet to protect myself from Professor X. Even if I don't protect myself from this bald guy, there are still a lot of telepaths in the Marvel world who need to be guarded against.

They say a thousand thoughts can be turned on in the blink of an eye. From the moment Professor X collapsed, while Henry was still able to think wildly, the other X-Men certainly couldn't just stand there and let the situation unfold.

They no longer cared who started it first; it seemed that Professor X had suffered the most damage.

So the most impulsive young man, Cyclops, pressed the switch of his eye mask, and a huge ruby-red shock beam was immediately released.

Henry didn't even think twice and fired back with a heat ray! The two of them faced each other in the air.

This move truly exceeded everyone's expectations.

Storm immediately floated into the air, her eyes white and her hair floating in the water. Ionic discharges appeared around her, clearly preparing to unleash her ultimate move.

Meanwhile, Quicksilver's thoughts were relatively simple. Growing up in a single-parent family, he had been educated by Professor X as a kind-hearted hero. When faced with an enemy, his first thought was to find a rope to tie him up!

And he did so.

But when he found a thick rope from the schoolyard and ran back to the school gate, where the conflict had occurred, and wanted to quickly surround the enemy and tie him up, Quicksilver saw something he had never thought he would see.

He quickly rushed past the man who was fighting with Cyclops. Who knew that the man seemed to have given up the fight with Cyclops and turned to look at him.

The two looked at each other, but one of them had a sneer in his eyes, while the other one had a look of disbelief on his face.

Just when Quicksilver was about to tie the rope around his opponent, he flipped over! Because Henry tripped him with the same speed as him, causing Quicksilver to lose his balance like a primary school student who had been successfully pranked.

Henry, however, didn't let Quicksilver fall into the gourd. Instead, he grabbed the rope, pulled it backhanded, and threw it directly onto Storm, who was in mid-air. Storm, hit by the human cannon, flew away together.

Only then did Henry take over the heat ray and retreat a considerable distance, continuing to stalemate with Cyclops.

However, Henry's super brain still had time to ponder one question. Although this thing looked like light, it wasn't traveling at the speed of light. Since people could see the trajectory of the shot, it only meant that this thing was slower than a bullet!

If the laws of physics really applied, there would be no time for him to play with Quicksilver. As soon as he turned his head, even in bullet time, he would be hit on the head by Cyclops's vision shockwave.

Was this meant to show that he and Quicksilver were truly incredibly fast, exceeding the speed of light? Or was it meant to say that these beam-like abilities were actually just streams of high-temperature, high-energy plasma that had to float past and make contact with the enemy to cause damage?

Henry's super brain hasn't figured out the principle yet, and the other X-Men haven't stopped their actions.