The vicissitudes of life came too quickly, and the world of yesterday seemed to be alive, and after a night, all that was left was dead silence.

Less than 12 hours ago, it should have been a large camp, but now all that was left was scorched earth.

"Am I late?"

Stopping the car in front of the ruins, Logan held the Fire Lin Sword in his hand, and he could tell that there should have been a sudden fire here. In the cold weather of the snowy fields, there were still scattered flames in the charred black wreckage of some tents.

If Logan hadn't been a few hours late, but three or four days late, he would never have felt so guilty at this moment, because that would only mean that he really couldn't catch up.

However, he knew that he could catch up this time, but he chose a detour for his own safety on the way.

He felt ashamed and guilty for putting his life ahead of "saving the world."

"Is anyone there?!"

Step into the scorched earth and the snow beneath your feet melts hours ago and then condenses in hours.

The snow that had recondensed had turned to ice, and it was no longer possible to find its former form.

Rogan walked the indescribable land, one foot deep and one shallow, tentatively lifting the large and small coverings on the ground, trying to find the echo of the sound fantasy in the wreckage of the wreckage.

It's just that after all, he didn't get anything, so all he got was disappointment.

There was no one he could redeem, not even a single physical remains that he could find.

The scorched earth was everywhere, the air was filled with a pungent smell of smoke, and it smelled like walking on the edge of a large furnace in a chemical factory.

No one, no one, wants to stay in this kind of place.

It's just that Logan feels obligated to stay here.

He felt obligated to take responsibility for the tragedy that had happened here a few hours earlier.

He felt like he could have saved it all.

However he missed it.

He was late.

Latecomers should blame themselves.

"Is anyone still alive?!"

Shouting loudly, like a beast trapped in an iron cage, he was always looking for an exit for himself.

However, he did not find it.

Standing in an empty camp is like being abandoned on an empty desert island, where neither the so-called exit nor the so-called salvation can be found.

"Sorry, Professor, it looks like the mission failed......"

Logan felt that the Sentinels had arrived before him, and even the most powerful mutants would not survive the Sentinel's siege.

And there are still 'traces of a battle' of this magnitude left here.

After looking around, from the first day of daylight to the dawn of the sky, although he already felt that there should not be a single living creature here, Logan still felt that he should do his best.

"Goodbye, buddy you've never met. ”

Logan returned to the driver's seat with unconcealed disappointment.

This area was not a safe place, and most of the points that Logan could sense that represented danger were stationary, but a few were still moving.

He knew that if he stayed here, he might be dumpled by the sentinel robots.

There were already three moving points 'floating' in Logan's perception.

I can't go if I don't go.

It's unwilling, but even if the X-Men are all here, they will make the same decision.

Start the engine, hit the accelerator, and you're ready to hit the snow quad again.

"Wait......"

As he was about to leave, Logan stumbled upon a glimpse of the scattered footprints around the camp.

The jumble of footprints was old and new, but most of them had been destroyed by the melting snow and were hard to identify.

It's just that most of them point out of the camp, and the footprints aren't too far apart.

These footprints don't look like they're left by a group of people who are busy running for their lives, but rather like a planned evacuation.

"Oh, it doesn't look like things are as bad as I thought......"

Although he didn't believe that anyone would survive a conflict of this magnitude with the sentry robots, Logan resolutely set out on the path of pursuit.

"Buzz~!"

The snow quad took less than four seconds to reach its top speed from a standstill, and this vehicle was purpose-built to leave the sentry behind, otherwise Professor X would never have let Logan out on this mission.

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"The 'Fire Blade' has been detected to be within summonable distance. ”

Rushing on the monotonous snowfield, if it weren't for the low temperature of the muscles and bones here, Mo Xie would almost think that he had entered the 'Heavenly Realm' before the collapse.

Pulling the car, the oncoming wind carried unexpected news.

"No, even at the current maximum speed, it will be difficult to walk a hundred kilometers in one day, not to mention that it has only been more than eight hours now......

Dragging the sleigh, Mo Ye pondered.

"Zhang Xiaohu, can you calculate how far we have come and how far we are from the edge of the snowfield?"

If you have doubts in your heart, you have to say it, Mo Ye is very conscious as a road idiot.

"What is this for?"

Zhang Xiaohu, who was walking behind, snorted, and he was staring at Mo Ye and Matthew all the way, and the sleigh was carrying all their supplies—some cured meat (this was not normal meat...... ), a few rolls of blankets and some covers, firewood. He was always on guard against Mo Ye suddenly pulling the cart and running away.

Of course, he thought it was nonsense, after all, no one could run fast in knee-deep snow.

"I'm just asking, the scenery here is so drab that it would be nice to know how long it would be before you leave this damn place. ”

Mo Xie made an excuse, and it didn't sound good.

"It's about fifty or sixty miles, and it's only thirty or forty when converted into kilometers, and if we move at our current speed, we won't be able to walk out of this snowfield in less than half a month. ”

Zhang Xiaohu's talent is all manifested in his mind, since many years ago when he retreated into the snow field with the refugees in the camp, he has secretly paid attention to the coverage of this snow field, although it was also a road leading to the depths at the beginning, and after his long calculation, he has roughly calculated the size of the snow field.

In some ways, Zhang Xiaohu is a genius.

"Oh. ”

Mo Xie nodded noncommittally, and he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Tightening his grip on the gun, Zhang Xiaohu deliberately prepared a pair of gloves for himself, so that the fingers he used to pull the trigger would not be frozen.

He can pull the trigger at any time.

"It's nothing, I just want to go for convenience, I see a small slope in front, you guys wait for me here~"

Mo Xie put down the rope on his shoulder, and his face was serious.

Of course, it's okay to call him expressionless.

Zhang Xiaohu looked at him, and he didn't know how to interrogate him for a while, and it was extremely inappropriate to send his younger brother to follow him, monitor him, or follow him directly.

"Go ahead, but hurry. ”

Zhang Xiaohu looked at Mo Xie and then at Matthew, he felt that if Matthew was still lying here, Mo Ye would not dare to play any tricks.

However......

"Brother, I want to go to ...... too"

Matthew's words were very inappropriate, and before he could finish speaking, he was knocked by Mo Xie.

"I'll go first, you look at the stall. ”

Mo Xie said in a low voice, and at the same time, he deliberately let Zhang Xiaohu, who was standing behind, hear this.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohu's vigilance disappeared by half.

"This man shouldn't have rebelled yet. ”

Zhang Xiaohu came to this conclusion from Mo Xie's whisper just now, 'thinking that he was not heard by others'.

“Ｓee_you_later～”

Mo Xie waved with his back to Zhang Xiaohu, and then ran quickly towards the snow slope.

Judging from the back, this is just a bitter man who was forced to be 'cornered' by a sense of internal urgency.