Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

"No matter who tries to stop us, whether it's aliens or the US government, if you don't want to kill people, just shoot them away. Can you promise me that you will help me do this?"

"This..." Hank looked embarrassed. This was almost like challenging three authorities at once. He was really not suited to such a thing.

Seeing this, Mystique immediately said, "If you can't do it, I won't force you. I'll do it myself." As she said that, she was about to pull out the surveillance probe and infusion needle on her body and prepare to get out of bed.

Seeing this situation, Hank was still scrambling to suppress the person. He quickly said, "I will do it, I will do it. Just rest well and don't think too much."

After glaring at Hank for a while, Mystique finally lay back down on the bed. He was still restless, so he suggested, "Go find Henry. If he wants to prove he's not on the same team as those aliens, then fight them."

"Anyway, you're worried about whether the two sides are working together. Instead of letting him hide in the dark, it's better to pull him out in the open so that we can be more prepared.

"Then go find Eric. Whether it's fighting aliens or controlling Jean, the X-Men alone can't do it. We still need the power from Eric's side."

Hank said in surprise, "So we're not handing the person over to Eric or letting him handle the aftermath. But we want him to help, is that what you mean?"

Mystique gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "He owes me! Tell him not to think that hiding on Genosha Island will put that matter behind him. This isn't over! If he doesn't help me this time, I'll make him pay a bigger price next time."

They say you shouldn't offend women. Hank felt a strange sense of satisfaction when he thought about Eric's expression when he relayed these words to him.

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say. I'll tell Eric what you mean. Anything else?"

Mystique added, "Take Scott, Ororo, Kurt, and the others with you. Don't leave any hands behind for Charles. Without anyone to help him, he won't be able to accomplish anything he wants."

Well, that's all for everyone. Hank wanted to ask Charles and Eric, why did you offend Raven?

He let Mystique lie down and tucked her in. Hank said, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Yes!" Mystique stretched out her hand from under the quilt with difficulty, grabbed Hank, and said, "Promise me, bring Jean back intact. He shouldn't have to endure all this.

"We made the mistake of putting all these things on him. Get rid of those bad guys away from him. He needs us now more than ever."

"Okay, I know." Hank put Mystique's outstretched hand back under the quilt.

"besides."

"Well, what else?"

"You have to come back safely too. This applies to you and everyone else. What we do shouldn't be at the expense of any of us."

Those simple words warmed Hank's heart. His previous worries seemed to have vanished. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Everyone will return safely."

Mystique further warned: "If Charles follows, be careful of his advice. Be especially wary of the US government and the US military.

"You can never imagine how cruel they are in secret. Even a true demon would feel as pure as an angel when seeing what those people did."

Chapter 158 Call again

Once again in Switzerland, Henry received a call at Ms. Audrey Hepburn's home, and this time he really had the urge to beat up all the X-Men.

You know, last time, he came back covered in dust, but the lady looked at him sideways and mistakenly thought he had gone somewhere, where they used the sky as a blanket and the ground as a mat, and had sex in the wild for eight hundred rounds.

This time, when she received another call, the sharp-eared Ms. Hepburn trotted into the kitchen again, revealing half of her face and peeking in. Her eyes were almost curved into crescents, which was really hard for her big eyes.

Henry forced a smile, pretending nothing was wrong. Veins popped out of his forehead, and he gritted his teeth as he asked the man on the phone, "What's the reason you're dragging me over this time? I thought we'd paid off our debt last time."

"What, outside...!" Henry almost couldn't control his mouth and bit his tongue.

Then I remembered what I had said before, "Kill the aliens and then come back to find him." Now that the aliens have really come, it seems that I have no choice but to fight them.

I really want to ask the other person if he can treat what he said as fart, just blow his nose when he smells it, and then forget it.

Seeing Ms. Hepburn's face becoming more and more exposed, with an excited expression that made her want to rush forward and ask questions, Henry knew that he could not stay in this house any longer.

If I don't give this old aunt some time to calm down, she might not be able to sleep tonight and will be tortured all night.

"Alright, alright, where are we going to meet?" The Kryptonian, unable to bear it any longer, had to resort to the last of his thirty-six strategies: running away was the best option.

After getting the meeting place, Henry hung up the phone and looked towards the kitchen. The Oscar-winning actress seized the opportunity and jumped out, saying, "Going out again, kid."

What's this about a son trying to go on a secret date and being caught by his mom? The next step isn't to ask if he's wearing any safety gear, right?

However, Audrey Hepburn did not ask the question of whether it was safe or not. Instead, she said, "You have to be polite when talking to girls. Otherwise, they will dislike you sooner or later."

Mom, they're not my girlfriends, they're a bunch of mutants who are no different from monsters! I'm going there to have a big fight, but not a gut-wrenching one!

As she was helping Henry adjust his collar, Ms. Hepburn's eyes suddenly lit up! She looked him up and down and said, "You're not going out with a change of clothes? This set of house clothes is really not good."

Her best friend was a top fashion figure and designer, and she herself led the trend of an era. Audrey Hepburn's vision had been cultivated long ago.

Henry's house clothes are a set of supermarket goods, originally bought in Los Angeles. His clothing requirements are basically clean and not torn.

Although he had been a bit of a street actor for a while and had gained some knowledge about fashion, keeping up with the latest trends cost money. His only fashionable item was an Armani suit, which he wore when he went out with his wife; the rest were all cheap supermarket finds.

Cheap items are fine if you know how to style them, but the material is a bit off. From a distance, no one can tell. But would you wear them out on a date?

Audrey Hepburn offered some advice, saying, "Luca left some clothes at home, and he has a figure similar to yours. Why not try some of his clothes?"

"I prepared all his clothes for him, and many of them have never been worn. Even if I gave them to you directly, he wouldn't know. So don't worry."

Luca Dotti, her second son, was born in 70. He and Henry look similar, so they're of the same generation. That's why Hepburn said that.

But Henry really wasn't going on a date. He smiled wryly, took a few steps away from Ms. Hepburn, who was about to strip him naked, and said, "Boss, I'll do it myself. After all, the occasion I'm going to is a bit special."

"It's a bit special~." She raised her eyebrows and gave a playful smile that was worthy of an actress. The lethality was quite strong, even the Kryptonians were broken.

But she was able to suppress her natural urge to dress up the doll. He said, "In that case, I won't interfere any more. Will you come back for dinner?"

"Well, I think it's the same as last time. I don't know how late it will be. So don't wait for me. I'll take care of it myself outside." Henry said honestly.

Taking a few steps back, Audrey Hepburn's eyes sparkled and she smiled sweetly and said, "Bon voyage (French: Bon voyage)!"

The Kryptonians fled in panic.

Henry crawled out of the door, but did not fly into the sky. Instead, he thought about what to do next.

Two days ago, I was probably experiencing the small-town battle from the movie Dark Phoenix. Since the X-Men had come to me again, it couldn't be a drink; it had to be another spectacle.

And they just used the words "kill the aliens" to stop me. Who told me to be so mean earlier? So, was it because of the butterfly effect I caused that they discovered the existence of aliens earlier?

Think of the scenes in the movies where two sides start fighting for no apparent reason. It feels quite nonsensical, each with their own story, and then they start fighting as soon as they meet. I wonder if they themselves feel a strange sense of "who is the other party, and why are they fighting?"

In short, if nothing unexpected happens, if I am summoned, I will have to face several consecutive major battles, and I will have to show up in front of the US government.

If you want to continue hiding your identity, a proper disguise is necessary. So, a battle suit? Even if you don't wear a hood, you still need to change your face.

Of course, not getting involved is also an option, and it seems to be the most consistent with my original character. But watching a movie in a special seat at the movie set is a privilege that no one else has. Should I give up this free movie ticket?

Henry had no intention of engaging in any outrageous acts. Even if World War III broke out and nuclear bombs were flying everywhere, he would still watch the Earth being blown to pieces.

But considering that Mystique is a particularly troublesome mutant in every version, I was fooled by her using Audrey Hepburn's appearance last time. Although I don't think I will be fooled a second time, I can't resist her.

In a sense, being targeted by someone who can change his appearance at will is more troublesome than being targeted by those intelligence organizations.

As for those who think Mystique is the chosen girlfriend, why don’t they think about whether they can accept her original blue skin and red hair appearance?

If that doesn't work, and he suddenly changes back to his original appearance during sex, he'll be so frightened he'll have a seizure. It's not impossible that he'll develop a lifelong psychological barrier to impotence.

Not to mention that the other person is suspected to have lived from World War II to the present day... at least fifty years old. The same generation as the old aunt in the house.

Henry shuddered at the thought of this.

They say there are three evils for men: cold tea, light wine, and constant chatter. Now it seems they're not only harmful to my body, but also to my young heart. The wisdom of our ancestors never fails me.

Chapter 159 Rendezvous

Genosha Island, home to mutant refugees. Eric, the manager, was speechless after seeing the X-Men's X-Jet, the Blackbird, land on the island twice in such a short period of time.

But it wasn't easy to just lift the fighter plane and throw it into the sea. So Eric had to lead another team to line up and "welcome" the X-Men. If there was any disagreement, they would just send them on their way.

The love-hate relationship between the Brotherhood of Mutants and the X-Men has historical roots.

But this time, the person who got off the plane was not the rebellious young man from last time, but an old friend, Hank McCoy.

"Eric," Hank stepped forward and extended his hand in greeting.

Eric didn't want to embarrass his old friend. He shook his hand back and said, "You should know that we are under surveillance by the US military. X-fighters landing here every few days is not a good thing for us."

Hank smiled helplessly and said, "It can't be helped. This matter is more urgent. It was Raven who asked me to come here."

Another old friend's name, and Eric's mouth twitched. He said, "What did Riven say?"

After quickly explaining the whole thing and showing the photo as evidence, Hank finally said, "Raven, I hope you can send some help. With only half the X-Men left, we may not be able to take on a battleship of aliens."

"It's impossible to deal with it, okay." Eric pointed to the outline of the man-made object in the photo and said, "If something like this is discovered, shouldn't the US military take action?

"Even an Omega-level mutant is at best an infantryman. You can't expect every one of us to be able to shoot down a plane, let alone a spacecraft flying outside the atmosphere.

"Whether it's a warship or not, my abilities can't reach that far and have any effect. Unless you have a plan to send us up there and invade directly from the interior, we're like monkeys roaring at the sky with rocks."

Finally, someone had the intelligence to raise a very realistic question.

Expecting aliens to not use their spaceships, not fire their warships and cannons, and instead send people to land and engage in hand-to-hand combat, what a fantastic tactical thinking this is.

If someone like this could become a commander of an alien warship, does that mean there are idiots among the aliens who have risen to power through nepotism? Unless there's some other purpose.

In response to this question, Hank could only smile helplessly and said, "This photo is our only evidence. After that, I contacted many observatories and other units that can observe space.

"No one has found any other evidence to prove that there is an alien warship in Earth's orbit. Even Dr. Richards, who worked with me to develop this photo, couldn't find any more convincing evidence. —"

What Hank didn't know was that Reed Richards had actually taken the time to look for the existence of this space battleship, wanting to see it with his own eyes.

But it only took about half an hour. After getting no results, he went back to studying the energy data of cosmic radiation.

After all, there was no guarantee the spacecraft was still in the same location. His intuition was that the spacecraft had left or moved to another location, not that his search method was wrong.

"--Without evidence, we have no way to convince the US government to order the US military to deploy. But I'm afraid that by the time we have solid evidence, it will be too late. So we need your help."

Faced with such an unreasonable request, Eric instinctively refused. Infantry attacking a space battleship? Even if all the mutants were Omega-level, they couldn't do that.

If the enemy had weapons of the star-destroying cannon class seen in science fiction, they would destroy the Earth, let alone mutants. So just hearing about this kind of thing makes it seem magical.

Hank was very familiar with this old friend's little tricks. Seeing Eric's grimacing, he knew he was going to refuse. He quickly said, "Raven said you owe him this."

Eric was stunned and said, "What do I owe him?"

"It's about that thing in '73," Hank hinted vaguely.

Eric showed a pained expression and said, "It happened almost 20 years ago, and he still holds a grudge?"

"With women, once you owe them, it's a lifelong debt." Hank spread his hands and said helplessly, "And you do owe him an apology, unless you mentioned it somewhere I'm not aware of. But judging by his attitude of never mentioning it, you know it."

Now my teeth are also sore.

Eric couldn't remember if he ever apologized for the incident. Regardless, they all agreed not to bring it up when they met again, assuming it was over.

In fact, if it hadn't been mentioned today, he would have almost forgotten about it. It seemed that the matter wasn't in the past, but rather something he'd kept for now, ready to use when needed...

"Okay, I'll help," Eric said in a compromised tone, "but you have to know that I can't bring an army back to the US mainland. So I will only bring a few elite combat teams.

"A head-on confrontation with the alien army is impossible. I can only accomplish two goals: proving the existence of aliens and rescuing Jean. As for how to attack that large ship, that's the military's business and has nothing to do with me."

"No problem, as long as you're willing to help. Our main goal is to rescue Jean," Hank replied.

Eric immediately called out their names, "Honglian, Selene, the two of you go get ready and follow me to America to rescue people."

Two seemingly normal humans, a man and a woman. If there was anything unusual about them, it was that the woman had a purple three-point haircut, while the man had a waist-length braid, as if their lives were reversed.

"Only two people?" Hank asked in surprise.

Eric said, "They're both much more capable than the young people you've trained. Besides, I'll be going with you. Just me setting foot on American soil will make a lot of people restless. How can you expect me to bring more people with me?"

"Okay." Hank nodded in agreement. Suddenly, he added, "Oh, we still have to wait for someone."

"Who?"

"An outside…" "Aha, everyone. I'm coming."

Hank's answer was interrupted unexpectedly. Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound and saw a guy in strange clothes walking out of the woods.

He was wearing a rose-red suit, a goose-yellow vest, a dark green shirt, and a pair of brown tap shoes.

She had a grass-green slicked-back haircut, a face powdered to a whiter white than a ghost, a red nose and red eyebrows, black cross-shaped eyeshadow on her eyes, and smiling red lips painted all the way to her cheeks.

The man came in, shaking his hips with every step, saying, "Knock, knock.

“Who’s out there?

"Soup (transliteration: Supu Soup).

"Sup what?

"Super Joker! Hahahaha." The person who came out laughed to himself.