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Henry, however, spread his hands and said, "I don't know his recent condition, so how can I know what happened? The only guess I can make is that the cause of the incident must have happened recently.

"His current behavior is more like he's overfed and needs time to digest. It's just that external events have been so frequent that he can't focus on dealing with his physical problems."

Cyclops excitedly shouted, "Solar flare! Jean must have absorbed the effects of that solar flare during the mission to save the Endeavour. If we can find a way to release it, perhaps the problem will be solved."

I didn't mean to discourage this optimistic young man. If he mistook that thing for a solar flare, he would be doomed to failure. But Henry had no obligation to tell anyone, and besides, he had no evidence or solution. Saying more would only make more mistakes.

So Henry followed Cyclops's meaning and said, "Great, then your only problem now is to deal with the US government."

"Solve...the U.S. government?" Beast Hank said in a daze, not realizing the seriousness of the problem.

Henry said, "They smashed two police cars. Although the police officers didn't die, they were definitely injured. They also destroyed people's property. If it were an ordinary person who knew their identity, they would have been arrested and taken to the police station long ago.

"You can't expect that just because he's one of your people, the government has to ignore crimes like this. Oh, I have to say first, that ditch I dug in town was also created by the power of that chick.

"So you have to help me find a solution, or pretend you know nothing. Anyway, if you want to ask me for compensation or hold me responsible, I won't admit it. I'm in Switzerland now and haven't entered the United States."

Looking back, although I didn't destroy the house, I did destroy many walls and fences, not to mention the damage I caused to other people's yards and the destruction of asphalt roads.

Anyway, the point is, I'm in Switzerland. What happens in the United States has nothing to do with me.

Henry stopped talking and said, "Do you have any questions? If not, I'm leaving. It's best not to come to me if you have any problems in the future."

Chapter 150 Action Plan

"Can't you stay and help?" Mystique asked unwillingly.

It's not a question of whether a scapegoat is useful or not. Rather, for Mystique, Professor X's credibility has declined, and he needs more helpers to hold the X-Men together, so as not to let the entire team fall into the abyss.

Compared to this guy who calls himself an alien, the Brotherhood of Mutants led by Magneto is not suitable because the labels on them are too obvious. The children studying in the gifted school are also not suitable because they have not received combat training.

After much thought, this guy is the most suitable. If nothing else, he can be a good tank when getting hit.

"Why should I stay? This is your family affair. If I intervene, I'll just add fuel to the fire." Henry continued to make excuses. Mo Ming casually said, "Call me when you fight the aliens. I don't want to get involved in Earthling affairs."

"Then get lost."

Having just faced a major setback, the X-Men were feeling dejected, so no one wanted to stop Henry from leaving.

Persuasion failed, and he didn't want to ask a second or third time, as it would make him beg for help. Mystique gave a less than friendly response.

On the other hand, Mystique also had some internal thoughts to explain. If Henry didn't want to integrate into their group and become a part of it, then it would be inappropriate for an outsider to be present and listen. That's why he simply told him to get out.

Henry was overjoyed to receive the permission. His peaceful life wasn't enough, so why did he have to go through fire and water? Superheroes don't get paid.

Henry slapped the most easily startled night walker on the shoulder. As expected, he startled the other party.

But Henry was just reminding her, not putting in much effort. He smiled and said, "Brother, take me out. I don't know the way down here. What if I get lost and end up somewhere I shouldn't be? Like the women's restroom or the women's locker room?"

"Well, those places are marked, and ordinary people won't accidentally break in." said the Night Walker.

"I'm an alien and I don't know the Earth's language." Henry lied.

"Oh, all right. I'll take you out then." The innocent Night Walker believed him. He grabbed Henry's arm and vanished into thin air with a "puff!"

Seeing the outsiders leave, Mystique perked up. Although she couldn't sit up, she still asked while lying down, "Where's Charles?"

Storm replied, "The professor is in his office."

"Tsk, useless man."

As someone who had witnessed the US military subjecting mutants to cruel experiments, she dared to invade a national peace summit alone to assassinate a specific target, Trask, the leader of the Sentinel Project. Mystique is not just a follower or an assistant to the two leaders.

Not only does he possess a strong ability to act, he also holds a certain weight in the mutant community. After all, during the time when Mystique was acting alone, he helped many fellow mutants.

So now that Professor X was unable to play his role, he took over the command and said to everyone, "Hank, I need you to analyze what exactly that thing Jean absorbed.

"Solar flare? Who gave that name? Jean's abilities don't include absorbing energy. I want to know what he absorbed and what effect it had on him."

The beast said in embarrassment, "But I still have to take care of you."

Mystique glared at him, and the Beast immediately changed his words and said, "I'm not very familiar with astrophysics, and the analysis I did before was already as far as it could go.

"But I know a genius who should be able to help us. The only concern is whether he will refuse to help us because this matter is too simple."

"Who?" Mystique asked.

"Reed Richards."

"Is he reliable?" Mystique's implication was the other party's attitude towards mutants.

Hank said bitterly, "That guy is a true genius. So in his eyes, mutants and humans are just as stupid, there's not much difference. So if we really ask him out, some of his words might be very rude, but they'll definitely be unintentional."

It seems like he's another troublesome guy. Mystique said helplessly, "Forget it, as long as he can help, it doesn't matter. Let's find him."

"Okay, I'll try to contact him." Hank then walked aside and made a phone call.

Mystique then said to the remaining people, "Scott, use our intelligence sources to find out Jean's whereabouts. Ororo, go to Genosha Island and find Eric and ask him if he knows anything."

With a "puff" sound, the Night Walker teleported back again, right in the middle of the crowd.

He looked at the people around him stupidly, his movements seeming a bit bewildered. Mystique could only say, "Kurt, follow Ororo. Go out and gather information."

Cyclops suggested, "Raven, let me go find Eric. Ororo will get the information."

Storm didn't particularly object to this idea. Mystique saw it and said, "You guys can discuss it among yourselves. It's okay if someone does the job."

"Okay," the three of them nodded. Then they looked at each other, unsure who would speak first.

Seeing this, Mystique immediately urged, "Move, boys. If you stay here, nothing will go wrong."

"Oh, yes." The three of them quickly ran out of the infirmary. Mystique, who was lying on the bed, sighed, "Well, young man."

At the same time, in Earth's low-Earth orbit, a discussion concerning the survival of the race unfolded on the bridge of a wandering DeBerry battleship.

The scientific officer reported to their leader, Wu Ke, "We have previously traced the cosmic energy that destroyed the mother planet. It was not an interstellar weapon of a specific civilization, but an independent and unimaginably large free energy.

'The purpose of this energy is not just destruction. During the investigation, we have observed the planetary landscape being changed by cosmic energy and the birth of primary life more than once.

'The reason we haven't touched this cosmic energy so far is simply because we don't have a definitive method for utilizing it. However, the natives of this planet have given us a good example: using a specific individual as a vessel to absorb this energy.

"Our tracking and observations show that the target is still able to function normally after absorbing cosmic energy, and exhibits abilities that differ from most natives. It's reasonable to speculate that after training, the target native can fully utilize the properties of cosmic energy."

"I hereby propose that, in order to rebuild our home planet, we should seize the energy of the universe. Select members of our tribe as vessels, and completely control that energy within the hands of the Diberi people."

Vuko looked at all the Diberians and asked, "Who objects to this action? Speak now."

Chapter 151 Reed Richards

As a race that lost its home planet, the Diberi people's last fleet scattered everywhere, looking for an opportunity to revive the Diberi people.

The battleship in front of them had been tracking that cosmic energy and saw a unique opportunity. Therefore, all the Diberi people on the battleship would certainly not let this opportunity go, even if it meant turning the culprit into the hope of the entire tribe.

Wu Ke immediately asked, "Science Officer, what is the surface environment like? What is the threat rating?"

The science officer reported: "The surface environment and climate of this planet are somewhat harsh for the Debiri people, but they can still survive without relying on environmental adaptation equipment.

'If we use our mimicry ability and disguise ourselves as natives of the planet, our soldiers' physical fitness will only be slightly reduced compared to their peak fully armed state.

The natives of this planet still belong to a stellar civilization, and the spacecraft we observed previously is still very backward. Based on its appearance, it is speculated that it has no leap forward capability.

"Judging from the above conditions, this planet poses a low threat. Although this area of ​​space is Kree Empire territory, it is a border area, and there are no signs of Kree Empire warships operating nearby."

"Very good." Wu Ke stood up and ordered everyone, "Let's begin the infiltration operation now. I will personally lead the team and serve as the commander of the infiltration force."

The Marines used single-person landing capsules, carried no weapons, and wore biochemical mimicry armor suitable for land combat. After landing on the surface, their primary mission was to mimic the planet's natives.

"The rest of the troops will be organized into ground support forces and surface attack forces. They will be ready to act upon my orders. Our operational objective is to identify indigenous individuals who are absorbing cosmic energy and seize it when the opportunity arises. We will primarily conduct covert operations."

'Yes, sir.'

Following the spectacular solar flare that struck Earth a few days ago, Earth is now experiencing another meteor shower. Again, no matter where astronomers come from, they can't pinpoint the source of this shower.

On a suburban highway in New York State, a car sped along. Reed Richards, the Marvel Universe's top genius and wandering doctoral student, was behind the wheel. On the passenger seat sat a sheet of fax paper, densely packed with observational data.

A few days ago, the government sealed all observation data from all observatories regarding the solar flare phenomenon, citing confidentiality. By the time Reed, a step behind, became curious, there was nothing left to study.

Until today, when Beast Hank McCoy, the X-Men's logistics officer and a rare smart guy among that group of stupid mutants, whom Reed had met at an academic seminar, sent a brief report, Reed saw an opportunity.

So he hurriedly drove to the X-Men's base, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Hank had told him the location was private and he had to help keep it secret.

Reed didn't care about that; he just wanted to study what the government called a solar flare. And look at what a bunch of bullshit "solar flare" that was!

The car pulled into a manor filled with children and teenagers. Reed momentarily thought he'd arrived at the wrong place; this wasn't some X-Men base. But there was a sign at the entrance that said "Junior School," so this kind of scene was normal.

At the front gate of the mansion, Hank McCoy, whom he had met before, was waiting. Reed parked his car in the open space in front of the main gate, got out, and greeted him, "Mr. McCoy, long time no see."

"Dr. Richards, I didn't expect you to come."

"I'm just interested in the truth about what the government says about the 'solar flare,'" Reed Richards confessed.

"Of course, that's exactly what we'd like to ask for your wisdom on. Please follow me." After the greetings, Hank immediately led his men into the mansion.

The house on the grounds is a manor house built by the Xavier family during the Civil War era, or even earlier. It has been expanded upon by successive generations and has been passed down to this day.

Although it was completely destroyed in 73 AD, it was rebuilt to its original state, and its splendor is no less than that of European aristocratic mansions.

Since Charles Xavier, also known as Professor X, donated it as a mutant school, it has been renovated several times by mutants. Although it cannot be seen from the ground, the underground space is already quite large and modern.

However, Reed didn't care about the beauty of tradition at all, and kept asking Hank about their mission to save the Endeavour space shuttle.

The focus is on the direct and close-up experience of everyone on the X-fighter after being exposed to the 'solar flare'.

This kind of experience, beyond the data itself, can potentially influence the final decision. Without hearing the person's story and asking them about it, it's difficult to fully understand.

When Reed followed Hank to the experimental area next to the underground hangar, there were many finished and semi-finished devices developed by Hank, which would be used by the X-Men in the future.

Reed Richards took a quick glance and, judging it lacking in technical expertise, lost interest. The two of them approached a personal computer, only slightly more advanced than those outside. On the large, CRT screen, a data report with green fonts appeared.

There were several screens nearby, showing footage from different angles of the X-fighter. Hank explained the situation while helping Reed review the footage.

After just a few operations, Reed became familiar with this system developed by the X-Men and operated it skillfully.

The first-hand data of the "solar flare" observed and recorded from the X-fighter is very detailed.

As a rare scientific research expert among mutants, Hank McCoy's sensitivity to data collection and recording is far beyond the reach of other X-Men. No one knows when these things will come in handy.

Even if it sits idle most of the time, it can't be without it when it's needed. That's Hank's thinking and approach. And since he built the X-fighter himself, who would say no to putting some sensors on it?

At least from the data, from the temperature to the recordable radio frequency, Reed can responsibly say that this is definitely not a "solar flare", but he cannot rule out some kind of cosmic radiation.

As for how this high-energy, high-level cosmic radiation is produced, how it is absorbed, and what impact it will cause, further research is needed.

But Reed Richards's full attention was drawn to the documentary footage on the outside of the X-Men. He paused and played, and then rewound the tape.

Hank noticed Reed's behavior and asked in confusion, "What's the problem?"

The reason for asking this question is that what Reed was concerned about was not the image of the pseudo solar flare, but the dark scene of space.

Reed Richards pointed to a certain area on the paused screen and replied: "Don't you think this part of the film is weird? It's like something is hidden."

Hank studied the screen carefully and adjusted the knobs to play the image correctly. The images recorded on the X-fighter were not recorded on VHS tapes, but on 8mm camera film.

Not only is the content clearer, but there's also no noise when pausing. The only problem is that it might end up pausing in the middle of two frames, requiring adjustment.

After some minor adjustments, Hank still couldn't figure out what was going on. He asked honestly, "Is there something wrong with this image?"

"The starlight, the brightness of the starlight is abnormal. And the position of the stars is also wrong." Reed replied.

Chapter 152 Alien Warship Appears

Taking the film roll out of the machine, Reed asked, "Do you have a darkroom for developing photos?"

"Yes." Hank pointed to a corner of the laboratory. There was a room with a heavy black curtain hanging at the door.

Reed faced the light, confirmed his target image, and marked it with a sticky note. He asked, "What kind of photo processing method do you use here? C-41 or RA-4?"

"C-41," Hank replied.

"Did you mix the developer yourself?"

“It’s also from Kodak.”

"Do you have ammonium thiosulfate, sodium acetate, sodium bisulfite, ammonium sulfate, aluminum sulfate, and boric acid?"

"You want to mix the developer yourself?" Hank asked.

"To bring out the different color blocks, of course, we have to adjust the developer's formula. Furthermore, the company's standard developer is only suitable for developing ordinary landscape photos. It's not very suitable for using it on space photos, and it tends to lose a lot of the key points."

With that, Hank cooperated with Reed, prepared some materials and entered the darkroom.

Although they were developing film rolls instead of standard camera negatives, both of them were scientific research experts with manual skills, and certainly not the kind of novices who couldn't do anything without standard tools.