"Doctor, please heal my friend!"

In Madison, Wisconsin's capital, in a well-shaped hospital, Charles took a doctor's hand and asked him.

"We'll do our best, but be prepared, because that friend of yours is so badly injured that even if he is saved, he will have to spend the rest of his life in bed. ”

The doctor's face was embarrassed,

"I have to go to work. ”

He pointed to the lighted operating room and motioned for Charles to let go.

"Charles...... Is this hospital really reliable?"

Rogan looked inside the hospital, which he thought was just an ordinary hospital, and he couldn't figure out why Charles insisted on getting Brady into the hospital - they had even traveled more than half an hour to get to the hospital.

If Brady hadn't been a mutant, he would have died halfway through.

"It should be......"

Charles replied casually in a wheelchair as he watched the doctor disappear through the door of the operating room.

"What do you mean by 'should'......?"

At the moment, only Logan and Charles were outside the operating room, and Hank had already been sent to treat his wounds.

Brady's 'masterpiece' injured Hank's left eye, and if it weren't for Charles's legs and Logan's motion sickness, Hank would never have been the one who flew the plane before.

"Trust me, it's already the best choice. ”

Charles controls the wheelchair steering.

"Logan, we're going to pick up Hank and then go back, I feel like there's a tough fight ahead. ”

Charles's brow was furrowed.

"Professor...... But what about Brady?"

The purpose of this trip is to pull Brady into his own team, and now that Brady's life and death are unknown, is it really good for them to leave like this?

Moreover, when they leave, who will pay for Brady's medical expenses?!

Some questions are inconvenient to say explicitly, so Rogan can only rub his fingers implicitly, indicating that he is asking about medical expenses.

"We can't waste any more time, I just saw in the doctor's head the news that was released just ten minutes ago, and it said that tomorrow the president will make a statement in the White House, and the statement will be about dealing with mutant relationships, and Trisk will be there!"

Charles Dow.

“So？”

Logan was a little sluggish, the plane of the past had been turned beyond recognition by his arrival as a time-traveler, and by now, he had lost his bearings.

This pot is indeed a bit heavy for Logan.

"So! If Eric must 'save' the future, then he will attack the White House tomorrow!"

This sentence was not meant to be spoken, so Charles sent the voice directly into Logan's head.

"We've got to stop him!"

Logan finally reacted.

"But, until then, we'll have to get some help. ”

Charles's mind was clear, and he knew very well who he could get now, imbued with 'future memories'.

“So，let‘s_do_it！”

Hearing that the battle was approaching, Logan jerked his muscles, and a series of bone knuckles 'crackled' like a symphony.

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"Karada!"

Mo Xie, who ran the wrong way and chose to make a mistake, finally found a guy who could speak Chinese in this land, but the process was a bit tortuous.

"Can I take a moment of your time?"

Vegas was already quite large in 1973, and the city was filled with gamblers from all over the world.

After Mo Xie entered a certain casino, he found several 'suspicious targets' at first sight - yellow-skinned, black-haired gamblers.

But under his exclusion one by one, all but one of them were gamblers from Goryeo and Fuso, and the remaining gambler was a busy man.

He sat at a table in the center of the casino, stacked with stacks in front of him.

This guy had already won almost twenty in a row before Mo Xie came in, and even the dealer on the casino side had already changed three or four.

If it weren't for the fact that this thing was thin, wearing a plaid shirt, and didn't chew chocolate in his mouth, then Mo Xie would almost have thought that he was playing a show.

"Sir, how do I get there if I want to go to the White House?"

This was Mo Ye's original question.

"Neuropathy. ”

This was the gambler's initial answer to Mo Ye.

Nonsense, this question, no matter how it sounds, it doesn't seem like a normal person can say it.

However, Mo Xie, the 'illiterate', really couldn't think of other more normal ways to ask.

"Please, I have something urgent to get there. ”

This was Mo Ye's additional request, and he was very low.

However, the gambler was still cold to Mo Ye's request.

"I don't send it. ”

This man's gaze has never fallen on Mo Xie, and since Mo Xie saw him, he has been staring at the gambling table in front of him.

On this table is a dice cup, in which there are three dice, and there are sixteen numbers on the table. Before each cup opening, gamblers place bets on their guessed numbers and get money for their correct guesses.

It's a very simple bet, but it's also the hardest bet to win.

This Chinese gambler won more than 20 games in a row, and both the other gamblers who 'competed on the same stage' with him and the casino staff felt extremely incredible.

The table was already crowded with people, all looking forward to what would happen next.

"Karada~!"

The dealer who asked for the dice cup was very powerful, and he kept the sound of the dice loud, as if to prevent the appearance of the legendary 'listening and counting' technique.

Mo Xie also sat down at the table, although he could have gone elsewhere to find other 'fellow countrymen' who knew Chinese for help, but this gambler made him interested.

He decided that he must get the information he wanted from the gambler, and even if he couldn't ask, he must frustrate the prestige of the goods.

"Smack!"

The dice cup was slammed into the table, and with this final sound, it marked the freeze frame of the dice.

"Bet, bet, buy, buy, buy, buy!"

The dealer shouted in English, Mo Xie couldn't understand the meaning of his words, but he could roughly guess what the dealer meant.

"Three, two, five, ten. ”

Don't get me wrong, Mo Xie doesn't know how to gamble, let alone listen to dice, he relies on his perception to 'see' directly.

The three dice in the cup are already at rest, and ten looks like a fixed number.

The gamblers placed their bets, and so did the man, who grabbed a handful of chips from the stack in front of him and threw them into the 'digital area' of the table without even looking.

He bet on '15'.

"Interesting. ”

Mo Ye sat at the table, and he touched his nose.

A man who can win more than 20 in a row can never rely on illusory 'luck'.

He knew exactly what the numbers were in the cup, and the man probably knew that.

"I'm betting on 3. ”

Mo Ye, who has the power of remembrance, has an extra advantage in betting on dice, and he pulls out a handful of chips from his trouser pocket, which are colorful and have a face value of about two thousand dollars.

He placed the stack on a number that no one had picked at all.

Three points means that all three dice must be 'one point up'.

This probability is simply too low.