In Paris, meetings that were supposed to run smoothly had to be interrupted.

Just because of a farce that happened at the meeting.

"Jiang Tian, I just said that the white-skinned guy can't believe it! We shouldn't have come to this meeting from the beginning!"

The Vietnamese delegates were arranged to rest in a pantry, and the officers looked indignant, three of them middle-aged people pacing along the carpet of the room, and one of them shouted at the old man sitting on the side of the coffee table drinking tea.

"It's not big, it's not small!, how do you call the elders?!"

There were three people sitting on the side of the coffee table, and the young man with a mustache was sandwiched between two old men.

His expression was a little dazed, and he kept his head down until he heard the shouting of a middle-aged man.

He slammed the teacup in his hand on the coffee table and looked at the middle-aged man with angry eyes.

"Ruan Dashao, what are you yelling at?!"

Originally, the atmosphere in the room was depressing enough, but at this moment, the young man responded to the middle-aged man's words, and it was like detonating explosives.

The middle-aged soldier's chest straightened, and the whole person was about to rush over and pull 'Ruan Dashao' by the collar.

The Vietnamese delegates who came to Paris this time were all people of great status in their own countries, especially several middle-aged soldiers, who had risen through the ranks by virtue of their solid military exploits.

I thought that after this meeting, they would be able to return home with news of glory and peace, but they never expected that such a strange situation would occur at the beginning of this meeting.

And as this young officer, who played an important role in this turmoil, naturally made several middle-aged people feel unhappy.

"Enough!"

The old man sitting on the left hand side of the young man raised a hand to suppress the quarrel, which was about to escalate into hand-to-hand combat.

"Jingtian, how do you talk to the elders?!"

His first sentence was addressed to the middle-aged man who had rolled up his sleeves, and the latter sentence was a lesson to the young man.

"I'm sorry. ”

The young man known as 'Jingtian' bowed his head, and he stopped talking.

"Listen, this has come to this, we are all just fish on the chopping board at the moment, have you forgotten the oath you took before leaving for Paris?"

The old man said, his tone solemn.

"'On this trip, we will never fail to live up to the expectations of the party-state!', of course I remember! But ......!"

The middle-aged man spoke, but he stopped only halfway through.

"Nothing, but! If those white-skinned people want to change their minds, let them change their minds! If something happens to us in Paris, our country will surely avenge us!"

The old man's eyes were as bright as stars, but he didn't notice that the young man's hand sitting beside him shook suddenly.

……

"According to a reporter from the front, this morning's talks with the Vietnamese side were postponed due to the discomfort of one of the attendees......"

“Shit…… Professor, I think we might be late......"

Due to the long delay in the Pentagon, Charles and his party, who were supposed to arrive in time in the original plot, already felt that something was wrong when they flew over Paris.

Hank received a message from the local radio channel where the host on the radio was reading out the message of the 'Peace Conference postponed'.

"It's over......"

Logan took a deep breath and said those words to the group of mutants who were staring at him thinking he was about to say something.

He had a messy look on his face.

'Peace Conference postponed'?!

That's just an official rhetoric to stabilize people's hearts, and everyone in this plane knows it.

I'm afraid something went wrong at the peace meeting.

"Raven ......"

Sitting in the cabin, Charles had a pained expression on his face.

He knew that the delay was largely due to the fact that they had wasted too much time in the Pentagon.

It's ridiculous to want to save the lives of thousands of people, but at the cost of billions of lives in the future.

Charles put his hand over his forehead, as if this would ease the pain in his heart.

"Charles, it's not time to despair, and even if Raven is caught, I'm afraid they won't be able to transport her out of Paris at this moment. Magneto sneered, there was an inexplicable glint in his eyes, "Listen, even if I had to turn the whole of Paris upside down, I would find Raven!"

Magneto used the word 'find out' instead of 'rescue', and Logan frowned on the side.

"Why do I think that's a little subtle......?"

He secretly said in his heart, I don't know if it was an illusion, he heard a strong killing intent and tyranny from Magneto's tone.

The situation is not optimistic at the moment, and as a person who has been worn back from the future, Logan knows very well what the consequences will be if Raven falls into the hands of the enemy.

"Ready to land!"

Hank knew that at this time, he might not be able to allow him to place the plane according to the original plan, anyway, there would be a big battle later, so he turned his heart and directly lowered the height of the plane.

This man is going to land the plane on the streets of the city......

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Mo Xie finally restrained his murderous intent, but he could still feel the impulse in his body.

As soon as he was near the battlefield and smelled the strong smell of blood, the urge would rush through his mind.

So he withdrew from the battlefield early.

"Retreat!"

He left a message in the channel.

The negative score has been resolved, his goal has basically been achieved, and whether he returns or goes somewhere else is a matter of story.

He felt he needed to find a quiet place to check on his condition and use the points he had to exchange for 'fixes' or something.

The 'Angel Wings' spread out behind him, not shying away from the gaze of the soldiers on the battlefield.

"Mutants!"

A few of those soldiers shouted loudly, while pouring their ammunition at Mo Ye, who had already risen into the air.

But they were weak, and because it was night, they were not on point, and only a few of the bullets fired from several guns hit their targets.

"Dangdang!"

The bullet slammed into the alloy 'Angel Wings' with a chaotic sound, and by the time Mo Xie had turned up his flight altitude, no bullet could touch him.

Hit a handjob with a machine gun?

That kind of thing only exists in certain 'god plots'.

Earth-to-air is always hard, because if the other party really wants to leave, you can't keep people at all.