The locator in Mo Xie's hand is actually just a one-sided transmitter that releases a signal when the button is pressed, and the X-Men's planes have instruments that can receive this signal.

For the current situation, Mo Xie was completely useless with such an instrument in his hand, and Mo Xie also figured this out after checking this 'locator' a little.

"My day!!"

Mo Ye felt irritated, and for a moment he almost felt the urge to smash this broken machine.

"What do you want?!"

Mo Xie received the task of rescue, and it was also a 'obliteration-level' mission, and now he didn't know where the mission target was, he was like a headless fly.

He lifted the locator and was about to smash it to the ground, but his hand was raised and lowered, and finally he took the 'useless' locator into his arms.

Although this thing can't give Mo Ye a direction to go forward, this thing can let the X-Men know their location.

Hopefully, Professor X, who is obviously in trouble, will still have the time to give himself a mental communication.

"20° south-east, go. ”

Mo Ye, who has experienced several missions in the world, has already understood a truth - don't put your eggs in the same basket.

The time given for the mission is only fifteen minutes, and if the Holy Book tricks itself and lets Professor X summon it at the fifteenth minute - or simply does not let Professor X summon him, then Mo Ye's end will be bleak.

At the moment, regardless of whether what he did was considered a modern version of 'Carving a Boat for a Sword', Mo Xie directly took out his compass, and after debugging it, he flew towards the current position at 20 degrees south-east.

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Beneath the dark dome.

The thunder and lightning and streamers between heaven and earth have all dispersed, and only the trees in the mountains, which were unfortunately struck by beams and lightning in the previous battle, are still burning sporadically.

There are not many trees on this mountain, and even if they were all burned, they wouldn't be able to illuminate much of the area.

The firelight danced, slanting towards the top of the mountain from all directions, as if the wind was converging towards the top of the mountain.

"Wind. ”

Stormgirl had already floated, and the winds that were coming from all directions gathered around her.

The sky above her was already inky black—of course, it was night, and the darkness wasn't noticeable.

With Magneto down, Professor X still awake (the thing has stopped yelling, but it looks like a vegetative person), and Logan is just a 'melee unit', Stormgirl feels like she's on her own.

"Logan, move Magneto up first! Wait, if things don't go right, take the professor away!"

Things are definitely not going to go to the 'right' side, and Stormgirl's words are equivalent to giving Logan order to 'prepare to retreat'.

"Calm. Logan picked up another cigar, one of the few stocks he had.

"Whew~!"

Taking a hard puff of his cigarette, Logan's eyes blurred in the rising smoke.

"Storm, you'll be in charge of the retreat this time. ”

Between swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog, Logan's words also seemed a little vague, so that the storm girl could not hear clearly for a while.

"What...... What?"

The Storm Girl, who was preoccupied with mobilizing her abilities, thought she had misheard.

A melee sandbag to take on a sentry cluster?!

I must have heard it wrong!

Stormgirl thought as she continued to invoke her abilities.

She had accumulated dark clouds, and when she had just defended with Magneto, she had exhausted all the charges that had been piled up in the thunderclouds.

"Storm!" Logan roared when he saw that his words were not taken seriously, "Believe me!

He launched an improvised version of the anti-aircraft gun from the belly of the plane, and he shouted in a vague but unmistakable voice with a cigar in his mouth.

"Huh?"

Stormgirl finally noticed the 'anti-aircraft gun' pushed by Logan, and she didn't see anything outstanding in the appearance of this gun.

It's like an ordinary small military anti-aircraft gun, just enough to shoot down a helicopter gunship from the diameter of its muzzle, and it was not used in the army decades before the end of the world.

This is Magneto's private collection, commemorating the 'glorious deeds' of thousands of human ships that were deflated at his hands.

Oh, the original place of the incident was Cuba, and the artillery fire was unscrewed directly from a certain ship.

The original technology is naturally backward now, and it is even more difficult to attack the sentries with such artillery fire.

Even if people stand there and let you play all morning, you won't necessarily lose an arm.

For a moment, Stormgirl thought Logan had gone mad.

But she held back.

She only asked one sentence.

"Logan, what month is it today?"

Storm Girl descends, she can't say much when she activates her abilities, and she's floating in mid-air for two purposes, making it easy to be sniped off as a target.

It's been so many years in the line of warriors, and the storm girl still has some experience, and when she just floated up, it was because she had a mortal heart, but at this moment, she was interrupted by Logan's set, and suddenly this determination was blocked.

"March 13. Logan's answer was calm, "Don't try, I'm not crazy." ”

"Is this thing reliable?" Storm Girl pointed to the 'anti-aircraft gun', and at the moment Siye was silent, but everyone present knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

Sentries with frustrated ranged attacks have made the decision that 'best for their own combat effectiveness' - they are going to play melee.

The night was frighteningly dark, and it was not known how many sentinels were trudging in from afar.

The X-Men on the top of the hill don't really have much time left.

"It's not reliable or you still ask him if it's good, after all, this thing is guaranteed by him. ”

Logan gestured to the plane behind him, clearly referring to Magneto.

"Alright then, be careful. Stormgirl nodded, and then she stepped into the plane, "Wait until something is wrong, remember to send the professor in first!

A second before boarding, the Storm Girl deliberately admonished.

"Got it, help me illuminate them. ”

Logan had already set up the gun, but he couldn't see the target clearly in the dark, even with night vision devices.

Sentinel, as the crystallization of the highest technology in the history of mankind in this world, would be a failure if it could be detected by ordinary reconnaissance methods.

"Thunderbolt!"

Storm Girl waved her hand, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.

This white light is like the shutter of a camera, and in an instant, the silhouette of the whole world is engraved into Logan's eyes.

"Hey, Son of the Beach!"

Although it was only for a moment, Logan couldn't help but scold.

He saw a swarm of sentinels flying like swarms of bees out of holes in the sky, and at a glance, Logan's mind was followed by more than four zeros.

Weird, such a big show?!

At this moment, Rogan felt the malice from all over the world.