Professor X would never have thought that the 'Mr. Mo Xie' who he valued so much was actually just a deception and a thief, and Charles, who had received his special advice, did not think about it at all.

Because, no matter how skeptical a person is, he will not fail to believe himself.

Brady...... Brady...... Where...... Brady ......."

Charles, who was unaware of his future self, sat down in front of the 'mastermind' after an hour's rest.

He has been sitting here for a long time, and his mind, which has been amplified by the 'mastermind' many times n, has been going around this planet several times, up to the Congress, down to the market, and there is no place that his consciousness has not been.

How many people in this world have taken the name 'Brady'?

Charles wouldn't have known about the number jù before, and he never even cared about it.

But now, he can write it down in his notebook with great care:

"There are 130,000 and 32 people in the world called 'Brady,' of which about 30,000 ......are in the United States."

It's a huge number, but if you change the standard, it will shrink considerably.

Because among the more than 100,000 people with 'Brady' in their names, there are only about a hundred people with mutant genes, and among these hundred or so, there are only forty teenagers.

The probability of a mutant being born is very low.

"Alas...... It would be nice if Logan's memory was a little more complete......"

Due to the collapse of Logan's memory that had been shot through his brain, as well as the inaccurate information from his future self, Charles only knew the appearance of Brady and Mo Xie, and it was the appearance of adulthood.

For more nuanced information, such as whether his real name is 'Brady' or 'Mo Xie', or neither, Charles doesn't know.

In the 'main brain', hundreds of red figures are projected against a black background, sitting or standing, carrying out various daily activities.

Unable to determine Brady's age, Charles could only scatter his mind among all the hundred or so figures.

He was keeping a close eye on the movements of the men.

His spirit was so concentrated that even the things around the figure and the environment in which the figure was located were cast into the 'mastermind' by him.

Using the techniques he's learned from his future self, Charles' surveillance doesn't seem to attract the attention of any of his clients.

And if things go according to their rule, then Brady himself, who really exists in this era, will inevitably be screened out of this hundred or so people by Charles.

All Charles has to do now is wait.

Wait for an observer to spot his peeping, or for an observer to perform the ability to 'light an electric light'.

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It has been said that the fruit of this life is the cause of another life.

It is also said that the cause of the past is the fruit of today.

Just as Professor X had guided his past self, an indescribable sense of foreboding hung over his head.

It was as if the sword of Damocles was hanging over his head.

"Are you coming......?"

Professor X raised his head, and his gaze seemed to look through the stone roof to see the storage zài above the roof.

Changing the past is something that the rules of this world do not allow.

History, or time, is like a turbulent river, and if you want to go upstream, you want to pay more than just your body.

Of course, there is no such thing as a 'god' in this world, and there is no such thing as a 'divine punishment' for those who break the rules.

However, it is possible to become an outcast of fate.

"Buzz ......"

Professor X seemed to see something, and he drove his wheelchair to the outside of the temple.

There was no snow or rain in the mountains, but there was still a chill of slaughter.

"They're coming. ”

The old man closed his eyes slightly in the face of the wind in the mountains.

He uttered a sentence that was originally dedicated to the journey.

"Where?"

The 'lookout' crouching on the roof opened his eyes in bewilderment, he didn't sense the 'them' that Professor X was talking about.

And, as far as he knew, Professor X did not have the ability to sense the approach of a mechanical sentry.

"Anywhere. ”

Professor X replied calmly.

In fact, he wasn't sure what was coming.

He only felt a sense of crisis, and he was not sure about the carrier of this crisis.

It could be a mechanical sentinel, or something else, or even a meteorite.

He smelled death.

Really, truly.

……

Does death smell?

Mo Ye didn't know.

All he could smell now was the scorching stench, like the smell of rotting batteries.

The mechanical sentinels hovering high finally moved.

This was to be expected, after all, they had gathered here from all over the world for the purpose of 'performance art'.

Just as Mo Xie thought, there was indeed an order issued that was a level higher than their own job.

And unfortunately, if Mo Xie's comprehension ability is correct, the content of that order should be......

Destroy a qiē on this land!

"Boom!"

The energy carried in the body of a mechanical sentry is not infinite, and the 'blood' that Mo Xie used to fool people before was actually just a disguise.

The energy in the mechanical sentinels is limited, and it is extremely difficult for them to be resupplied when they are far from their homeland and 'mothership'.

They would not be able to accomplish the task of 'destroying a qiē' by normal means.

So, they chose an extreme way.

Self-destruct!

Dive down from a great height, slam your body into the ground, and explode on impact.

Each mechanical sentry was transformed into an 'air-to-surface' missile, crashing and exploding in an area less than three thousand meters in circumference.

Self-destruction is always the most efficient way to use the energy inside the machine.

Again, the location of their impact will probably not be simply chosen at random.

This is probably the most vulnerable position in this continental plate.

They're going to sink the continent!

No!

It should be said that the people behind them are going to sink this continent!

Oh, my God!

At this moment, Mo Xie wanted to scold his mother, but because he didn't know what the surname of the main messenger behind this matter was, he couldn't scold him.

"Damn! Why Mao is only here to make such a big move now?!"

Mo Xie had already raised his flight altitude to a position where he could almost touch the clouds, and flying at a low altitude might be a little more dangerous for the current situation.

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