"Brady. ”

One afternoon in early 1973, Brady, who was about to surprise the uninvited guests in his home, suddenly heard a solemn voice.

"Huh?"

Brady was taken aback, and he quickly turned his head and looked around.

However, the hallway he was in was so narrow, and he lived on the top floor, so it was only a glance to see if there was anyone around.

There was no one around.

"Who?"

Brady pressed his back against the load-bearing wall by the door, he knew the structure of the building by heart, and even ten times the number of enemies he would not gain anything from being here.

Because, he has already done everything in the electrical appliances in this building.

From the street lamp in the hallway to the oven in the kitchen, everything can be called a weapon against the enemy.

He lowered his breath, and even the vacuum-packed object that he had previously carried in his arms, which had been regarded as a heavy treasure, was temporarily dropped to his feet.

Brady is already in combat mode.

At this moment, he is no longer the addict, no longer the madman who 'thirteen times a night', or even the Ha ghost clan with a blooddrop-shaped tattoo on his back.

At this moment, he revealed his true essence - a second-class patient with a phobia of persecution.

"First time we met, I was Charles, and I'm in your apartment right now, and we're here to ask for help. ”

This time Charles didn't put on the title of 'professor'.

Because he knew that this title would not give him any positive help in this situation.

In other words, he didn't think that the other party would take a mere 'professor' in his eyes.

He put on a low post.

"Charles?"

Brady leaned against the wall, the lights in the hallway flickering on and off, and his abilities were already on the verge of an unknown visitor.

He listened carefully to this sentence, and then he noticed that it seemed to ring directly in his head.

Have an unfamiliar voice in your head?!

This situation is not new to Brady, and every time he 'has a good time', he always encounters a similar situation, but Brady can guarantee it at this moment.

He can swear to God that he will never 'play' today, and of course, there will be no 'hi'.

When a person is awake, he discovers an unfamiliar voice in his head, which is largely an indication of one thing - he is crazy.

"Am I crazy?"

No madman would admit to being insane, and Brady was 100 percent sure he was mentally fine, except that the girl or girls would curse him for being a madman and a psychotic the next morning after each fooling around, or when he left his bed.

"No, it's my ability, just like you, we're all mutants. ”

The thoughts had only just popped into Brady's mind before Charles sensed them, and he explained them in a timely manner.

"Mutants?"

Brady swears it's the first time he's heard the word in his life.

"You're not the only one with extraordinary abilities. ”

Charles explained, as the people of Brady's apartment opened from the inside, and a large man stepped out of the door.

"Smack!"

Suddenly frightened by the open door, Brady, instinctively, he controlled the street lamp on the wall next to the door to explode, and in an instant, dozens of pieces of broken glass burst into the air.

“Shit。 ”

The big man who emerged from the door was blown up without any suspense, and the shards cut through his flesh, but strangely not a single drop of blood came out.

Because the wound of this magnitude had healed before the blood flowed out, even the glass that had pierced into the flesh was squeezed out by the new tissue.

Brady, who was standing on the sidelines, witnessed all this.

"Mutants?"

At this moment, he completely believed Charles's words.

"How can you help you?"

Looking at the big man's slightly unkind eyes, Brady asked cautiously.

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"The Russian forces were stopped...... Finally, did you find it?"

The golden chamber has been completely cut off from the outside world, no, it should be said that this base has been completely cut off from this world.

The blond youth held a special terminal shaped like a tablet, and the screen had cut from a town that was destined to be saved, to what looked like a miniature version of the world map.

There are a dozen red dots on the interface, which are distributed on different continents.

At this moment, a red dot belonging to Soviet Russia is flickering.

"Hmph, let me see what kind of face the guy who created that monster is. ”

The young man smiled coldly, and he didn't know what kind of plan was brewing in his heart.

However, as the existence of the idea of 'blowing up all the continental shelves', this young man's brain circuit is probably not something that ordinary people can speculate.

"Drop!"

He pressed the flickering red dot on the screen.

"Rustling ......"

A series of snowflakes flashed across the screen, and after the snowflakes had crossed, he saw a man standing with a sword on his back.

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"Zi~!"

The space door, to put it in layman's terms, is a passage formed by opening up two spatial points in different positions by some means.

When you go in, it's here, and when you go out, it's somewhere else.

The flickering ball of light that had been charging for a long time was finally thrown, and the ball of light accurately hit the void area created by Mo Ye, and then, it began to expand.

"Zi~!"

The ball of light spread, and a dark gray hole appeared in midair, a strange sound of space being corroded.

This is something that does not occur when opening a normal size 'door'.

A 'door' of that size doesn't attract the attention of the space, or the 'world' itself, so there won't be much resistance to that kind of erosion.

However, this time the 'door' was too big.

However, even if it was contained by the world itself, the spatial door was still opened.

A space door with a diameter of more than 30 meters!

"Twitter......!"

The interruption created by Mo Xie only lasted a little more than a second, after which the 'waterfall' was connected again, and this time, the mechanical sentinels did not rush to the ground.

As if the light had hit the mirror, the sentinels who rushed through the door rushed out of the door at a faster speed than before.

And this time, they were facing the sky, catching up with the 'descendants' who had been behind them.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, but when it is put here, the front waves finally counterattacked.