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So if you need any tools or brackets, if you don't have any readily available, you can find a way to make one, using clips or rubber bands. After a lot of trouble, the two of them finally developed the problematic photos.

After the photo was fully developed, washed, and drained, Hank was stunned and asked, "What is this?"

The photo shows a strange, man-made, shuttle-shaped object that obscures a small area of ​​the starry sky. Not only does it blend seamlessly into the background, but the reflections from the object can be mistaken for starlight.

This is why it's not very noticeable during normal video playback. Only through special processing can this part be highlighted. This is similar to the future Photoshop techniques of using filters, contrast, and other adjustments to highlight different key points in an image.

The two left the darkroom, and Reed used a magnifying glass to study the unidentified object in the photo. He said, "I have a reasonable suspicion that when you were on the mission to rescue the Endeavour, there was a third aircraft in outer space besides the Endeavour and the X-Men's fighter plane.

"Based on this photo, I estimate this aircraft is approximately two to three kilometers away. It's approximately six to eight hundred meters long, sixty to one hundred meters wide, and one hundred and twenty to one hundred and forty meters tall.

"There are no obvious reference coordinates, so the data is estimated. However, its relative position to yours hasn't changed much. Therefore, I suspect this aircraft observed your mission from beginning to end without interfering."

"You..." Hank swallowed and asked, "Who do you think this aircraft belongs to? The Red Empire?"

Reed said bluntly, "If the Red Empire could have built something like this, they wouldn't have disintegrated. This can only be aliens."

"Alien!" This term had shaken Hank McCoy's fragile heart several times recently. He immediately thought of the man who had saved Raven and defeated the X-Men—although the two sides had not fought to the death.

Hank asked, "What do you think the aliens' purpose is?"

Reed, who felt the answer was uninteresting, placed the photo on the platform and let Hank approach and look at it. He replied:

"I suppose there are several possibilities. First, that cosmic radiation wasn't a solar flare, but some kind of weapon or experimental weapon of these aliens. They're hiding away to observe the results.

"Secondly, the aliens are here to observe Earth's spacecraft and assess our technological capabilities. I can't predict what they'll do after that assessment. There are only a few possibilities.

"Third, they just happened to be passing by. They saw a good show, so they stopped to watch. They didn't lose anything, and it didn't hinder your actions. If I hadn't warned you, you wouldn't even notice it."

Hank just felt a little aggrieved by Reed's criticism.

The Blackbird, the X-jet fighter that integrates all the black technologies, has an onboard radar that is superior to other fighters of the same period, but its main target is still the aircraft developed on Earth. It does not say that it is intended to detect alien aircraft.

Besides, the Blackbird already has radar stealth capabilities, and optical stealth is still under research. Would alien aircraft not have this technology?

Just say that you can't see any trace of the aircraft from ordinary external recordings, doesn't it also indirectly prove the stealth level of alien technology?

Compared to Reed Richards who focused his attention back on the special cosmic radiation energy, Hank paid more attention to the possible impact of this unknown spacecraft.

Alien invasions have always been a favorite theme in science fiction. But even though our world has mutants, superheroes, and all sorts of otherworldly creatures from legends and myths, no one has ever imagined that aliens might one day come and interfere.

So what is their purpose? Before confirmation, it is difficult to guarantee that it has no connection with the cosmic radiation.

What about the Qin that has absorbed the radiation? What role will it play?

Resisting the urge to immediately inform Charles and Raven, Hank continued to accompany Reed to study the observation data of cosmic radiation.

Although the screen was full of data, time and other raw information, neither of them was an ordinary scientist and had to convert the data into more intuitive graphics in order to understand it.

If ordinary people look at these things, they may try to cross-convert different groups of data into multiple graphs to see if there is any graph that can tell a story, which is the so-called "reasonable explanation."

But such work, whether it was Reed Richards or Hank McCoy, could be done directly in their own brains. Those obviously meaningless groupings and explanations were simply discarded.

During the discussion, Reed suddenly had an idea. He asked, "What are your visualization tools?"

"Well, this is my own design. What do you want to do with it?" Hank asked.

"I designed it myself. That's fine." Reed left his seat, let Hank sit down, and began to explain what kind of graph he wanted to convert the data into and then print it out.

After explaining several conversion methods and images in succession and printing out four or five images on a noisy dot-matrix printer, Reed stacked the images and held them up to the light.

Even Hank, who hadn't noticed anything before, noticed something was amiss. The overlapping images showed a certain pattern.

Such a pattern is unlikely to occur in solar flares. Even if it does occur, the time period will be very long, such as days, weeks, or even months.

The time period Reed used was only ten minutes, and within that time, the overlapping images showed a pattern that repeated dozens of times.

Hank said in horror, "This thing can't be alive."

"I don't know either," Reed asked. "Can you give me a copy of the complete data? When I get back, I might be able to find more results using my equipment."

After a brief thought, Hank replied, "The data cannot be leaked to anyone other than you. And we also want to know about your research results. Do you agree to this condition?"

"can."

Chapter 153 Mutant Refugee Home

Genosha is an island located on the southeast coast of Africa, northeast of Madagascar and southwest of the Republic of Seychelles.

This is a refugee home established by mutants with the tacit consent of the United States and managed by Magneto Erik Lansherr. The mutants on the island are self-sufficient and live a very simple life.

Although on the surface, this world is relatively tolerant of mutants and allows mutants to live and work together.

But there are still some mutants who are different from ordinary humans. They may have been hurt by humans, or hurt other humans; even worse, they have hurt others and been hurt.

These mutants would seek refuge on Genosha Island, where fellow mutants were more tolerant of each other. Even though some of them might have criminal identities, they could still live a peaceful life.

However, not all mutants who have committed crimes can come to the island. As the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, Eric will not accept just any scumbag. Especially those criminals who do not agree with the ideals of home and just want to stay out of the spotlight.

Therefore, Genosha Island couldn't be called a paradise, nor was it a so-called mutant nation. It was simply a last resort for a group of refugees who were not tolerated by the world.

Of course, the establishment of this place involves many factors, including the tacit approval of the United States and the US military, the behind-the-scenes efforts of the X-Men, and the idea of ​​creating a weakness for Magneto, trapping this mutant leader with considerable ability and charisma.

Otherwise, during the most active period of the Brotherhood of Mutants, the mutants led by Magneto were like rats in a ditch, and you wouldn't know where to find them even if you wanted to.

Unlike now, there is a base open to the public. As long as Magneto wants to keep this shelter, he will be easily restrained by other forces.

Since the X-Men only made behind-the-scenes efforts in establishing this shelter, it naturally means that the two sides rarely interact with each other in public, which gives people unnecessary associations.

At least the X-Men didn't openly send supplies here. They were already struggling to maintain the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, so they didn't necessarily have the resources to support a shelter housing thousands of people.

But today, the X-Jets made a rare landing in Hammer Bay, the capital of Genosha Island. Rather than calling it the capital, it was because Magneto settled here, not in other gathering places.

Because the X-fighter was too conspicuous, there was no need for the people on board to notify them themselves. Eric had already run over, waiting angrily for the X-Men to get off the fighter.

The only person who came to Genosha Island to gather information was Scott, who was dressed in casual clothes.

Looking at the large formation of two rows of people behind Eric, and the two American Black Hawk helicopters overturned on the ground not far away, with the smoke still rising, Scott had a bad feeling.

"What are you doing here? What trouble are you planning to bring to this land?" Eric asked sternly.

"Eric, I'm just here to look for Jean." Scott stated his destination directly.

"You saw what he did, but did you see him? He left before you arrived. I'm glad the X-Men are late again." Eric said sarcastically.

Looking at the mess, Scott cursed inwardly, "Damn it," and was about to walk towards the X-fighter.

Eric shouted from behind, "Stop! You owe me an explanation."

"I'm busy, Eric. I have to find Jean."

"You don't have time, that's your problem. Do you think that piece of junk can take off without my permission?" Eric threatened and expressed his doubts.

"Although I don't have Charles's ability, I can still tell that Jean is hiding something from me. The same thing happened with those soldiers. They asked me straight away if I didn't know.

"It's a pity they fled without saying a word that needed to be said. So, you'd better explain to me what I should know."

"Tell me what happened here first," Scott said.

Although Eric didn't yell, his gaze and the way he spoke in a low voice were equally intimidating. He said, "Kid, I'm not bargaining with you. Tell me, or I'll find the answer my own way."

Cyclops wasn't yet the future leader of the second generation of mutants. Compared to the average person, he was just a recent college graduate, stationed overseas, and had fought in a few tough battles.

Facing the pressure from Magneto, the leader of the first generation of mutants, he didn't show any fear, but he still told the story of the Battle of Red Hook. This was considered a surrender in his heart.

Eric certainly didn't care about the cause and effect of the battle. He was only concerned about the two injured mutants. He asked, "What happened to Raven and Peter?"

At this time, Eric and Peter had not yet recognized each other, and only Peter knew about their relationship. Therefore, Eric's focus was still on his former comrade, Mystique and Raven.

"They're all fine. Pete has multiple fractures. Raven is experiencing organ failure due to the immense force. But Hank has done his best to save her, so her life is not in danger."

Eric said disdainfully, "Two people were seriously injured, and you call that okay? I really wonder what Charles taught you. If no one died, it's not a big deal."

Scott was about to say this when he was interrupted. He was embarrassed and couldn't say it out loud. He had to change the subject and asked, "What happened here? Why did Jean run away again?"

He waved the others away, each going about their own business. Eric then explained, "Jin came here seeking shelter yesterday. I asked him why, and even though he didn't tell me, I took him in anyway."

"Today it's the US military's turn to come and demand the release of the prisoners. In fact, if he hadn't shown up, things wouldn't have gotten to this point. Who knew he would actually take the initiative and start this big fight?

"Looking back now, it was just when those soldiers were about to tell me what happened to Qin that he jumped out and beat them away. Judging from his behavior, he might have intended to kill them.

"If I hadn't stopped them, none of those soldiers would have escaped. After the battle, even if he wanted to stay, I couldn't have kept him. He understood this himself, so Qin left on his own."

Scott reacted quickly. He immediately thought of a possibility and said, "Perhaps Jean didn't know that Raven was fine and thought I killed him, so she didn't dare to tell you or stay. I knew it wasn't that he didn't care about us, he just couldn't control himself."

"Riven, that's not okay." Eric said quietly.

Seeing this love-crazed boy telling all kinds of lies to help his girlfriend, Eric felt he needed to teach him about the dangers of society.

Chapter 154 New York Continental Hotel

Nightcrawler Kurt Wagner, followed by Storm Ororo Monroe, walks the streets of New York City.

Aside from his white hair, Ororo didn't have many distinctive mutant features. So he just wore his regular clothes and tied his hair up with a rubber band like a normal girl to keep it from flying around.

But Kurt's mutant features are quite obvious. The tail is relatively easy to hide, but the blue skin and blue fur on his body are impossible to hide.

So Kurt could only wear a windbreaker and a large-brimmed gentleman's hat in the hot weather, pulling the brim of the hat down to cover his face as much as possible.

The world seems to accept mutants. However, the inner thoughts of ordinary people, and the vague gazes mutants feel when walking on the street, all indicate that this "acceptance" is only a temporary attitude, not a sincere intention.

So Kurt is still not used to walking on the street and being the target of people's pointing and talking. It makes him feel like a monkey in a zoo.

However, Kurt had never been to the place where Ororo wanted to take him, and he heard that the place was not very welcoming to mutants using their abilities to invade. Therefore, walking there was the safest way.

The destination was a Y-shaped intersection in downtown Manhattan. Ororo was headed for a triangular restaurant at the corner of two streets.

The page boy at the door was a black man wearing a red uniform with yellow lines.

But when Ororo walked by and raised his hat in greeting, Kurt noticed that the page boy had shark-like gill slits on his head. His eyes also suddenly turned completely black, then immediately returned to normal. It seemed he was also a mutant.

Walking into the hotel, there were several people sitting scattered around the lobby. Some were reading newspapers, some were resting with their eyes closed, and one was disassembling and cleaning his gun while drinking coffee.

Ororo walked to the counter and placed a special gold coin directly on the table.

Charon, the black concierge who was also the lobby manager, looked up, took in the person, and then smiled politely. He said, "Ms. Monroe, long time no see. How can I help you?"

"Notify us when there's any news on Jean Grey. You probably know where to call."

He pressed the gold coin with two fingers together and gently moved it toward him. Charon said, "It is an honor to serve you. I'm not sure if you know, but Miss Grey appeared on Genosha Island this morning, defeated a special US military task force, and then disappeared."

Ororo frowned and said, "The news that we can't find the person doesn't count, you understand."

"Of course, I am well aware of your request. The news just now was a gift." Charon smiled without showing his teeth and spoke very politely.

After seeing that the commission had been successfully issued, Storm was about to leave. Charon stopped her and said, "Ms. Monroe, we have a lot of jobs that are suitable for you. Have you considered making some extra money?" As he spoke, he took out a stack of papers from under the counter.

Ororo paused, glanced back, and said, "I have something urgent to deal with. I'll come back once I'm done. I hope you won't rush me."

"Of course not." Putting the letter of authorization back under the counter, Charon smiled, his great white teeth showing. "Then I'll be at your service any time."

As Kurt followed Ororo out of the gate, he breathed a sigh of relief. He asked, "Ororo, what is this place? It feels so dangerous in there."

"Continental Hotel. Don't cause trouble here. The professor's face won't be easily used. But I'll be in charge of the liaison here. I just came here because it was on the way. I need your help at another location."

"Where are we going?" Kurt asked.

Ororo looked around and said, "Let's find a subway entrance first."

Whether it was the benefit of his teleportation ability or perhaps he was just naturally gifted in it, Nightwalker Kurt had a keen sense of where he'd been, and his sense of direction was even better. He immediately pointed out the direction of the nearest subway entrance and walked towards it with Ororo.

The reason why he doesn't use teleportation is to avoid scaring the ordinary people around him. This is also what Professor X asked him to do. The teleportation ability is only used when necessary or when no one is around to see it.

The New York subway is always busy, no matter what the weather. Thanks to being New Yorkers, most people keep their heads down, rushing along, not paying attention to the people around them for even a second.

This is why no one cared when two mutants walked around them. Maybe if a black madman showed up on the subway and yelled that there was an alien bug biting the car at the back, everyone would still sit there calmly.

Looking at the blocked gate, Ororo felt the urge to jump the gate and evade the fare like other young people. But with Kurt in tow, she felt too embarrassed to do so.

And he couldn't teleport to a place he had never been to or seen, so Ororo bought the cheapest tickets for the two of them to enter the station.

Having never ridden such a crowded subway before, Kurt thought he would have a little fun. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to board the train before the doors closed, Ororo stopped him and made him stand on the platform, watching the train leave.

"Well, it's leaving. Aren't we getting in the car?" Kurt asked.

Ororo shook her head and said, "No. Let's go this way."

Because a subway train had just left, the platform was quite sparsely populated. Ororo led Kurt down the platform and walked along the tracks.

After walking a short distance, we turned onto the abandoned subway route.

As the world's leading metropolis, New York's underground development is beyond the imagination of most people. It's not just the subway lines that are intricately constructed, but also the sewer and other sewage systems.

Some are in use, some are half-developed, some are abandoned, and there are even some secretly excavated by unknown organizations. It can be said that no one can fully grasp the entire situation of the New York underground world, which also gives some people a little convenience.