In fact, with more specific coordinates, it is not difficult for them to find the so-called 'α'.

"We're here."

Slam the steering wheel, flick your tail on a grassy path, and stop by a mottled iron gate somewhere. Bond stepped out of the car first, and rather gentlemanly pulled the door open for the young man in the passenger seat with his forehead covered, only to see his terrifying eyes as if he was about to kill.

He took out his ID card and swiped it lightly on the electronic lock next to the iron door. This secret base, codenamed SC-T, was once the largest intelligence turnover center in London, but it has long been abandoned and was taken over by MI6 more than a decade ago. Although there is basically no one who can't think of coming here in normal times, and the top brass of MI6 probably have long forgotten that there is such a place under the name of their unit, but as a heavily guarded military management area back then, those ordinary agents who did not have enough authority actually couldn't come in so easily to find out.

And for the same reason, although he knew that this method was not a problem for West at all, but after all, it was his own family's territory, and although there was no difference between taking the initiative to invite someone in and being forced into some kind of process, 007 still felt that there would indeed be some psychological comfort...... I believe that the whole MI6 also has the same idea as him.

"I'm not sure what's going to be in there...... Maybe it's the kind of person like me, you'd better be careful. ”

Watching Bond open the metal door to the main building of the base, West suddenly spoke before he stepped inside. If it was just him, even if Agent 007 was notoriously capable of feigning death and resurrection, it would not be appropriate to involve an ordinary person without superpowers without knowing what that α was.

"Don't worry, cat."

was stunned, but when he turned his head, he couldn't help but laugh softly. It's rare to hear that anyone would worry about their safety, and 007 tilted his head to feel this novel experience, but he didn't flinch because of the boy's words:

"This is also MI6's territory, and I probably know better than you what is in it."

Then there's not much to say.

Shrugging his shoulders, he had already done his duty to remind anyway. Since Bond insisted on following up, West naturally wouldn't insist on stopping him. As for whether he will really die accidentally, or encounter any domestic violence because of hanging up the quartermaster's newsletter, since 007 himself is not worried, what else is he doing nonsense?

Thinking so, he flicked the black stud on his right ear. The brown-haired boy glanced at the rather gloomy and dilapidated building, and without hesitation, strode forward, towards the hidden darkness and the qiē he wanted to know.

……

As a long-abandoned secret base, while security measures are still tight, the fact is that SC-T is not much better than the dilapidated illegal buildings on the street.

Stepping through the tables and chairs scattered in the corridor, the dust accumulated for more than ten years clings to every corner as far as the eye can see. West lowered his finger against his temple, his face solemn. He had just conducted a brainwave search of the entire area and found no trace of any trace of the azài. But Bond told him that, according to the results of thermal infrared imaging, there was indeed a very weak life response in the center of the building.

Logically speaking, superpowers can do far more than high-tech, which is why mutants are feared by the public. But now, the thermal infrared technology that can be captured by ordinary people blocks the telepathy of mutants...... There seems to be no better explanation for this anomaly, except that it is attributed to superpowers.

Thinking so, West couldn't help but frown.

Although he is far inferior to Professor X, who can drive Ceraboro effortlessly, in terms of mental ability, as a 'hermit' who also uses telepathy as the basis of his ability, he is not a soft persimmon to be manipulated. At the very least, there are only a handful of mutants who can completely block out his consciousness...... So far, apart from Charles, he has only seen Adelaide.

And now, this mysterious α, a reformer loyal to Yi Laizhe who takes care of all kinds of materials for him, has such terrifying powers, which really has to make West feel strange.

- But he won't back down because of this.

Close your eyes and relive every second of time in your mind. Unsure of what else lurked nearby, Bond asked to explore each floor separately. Because West needed to destroy Charles's manuscript without anyone knowing, he naturally had no objection to this, and with 007's acumen and skill, even if he met a reformer, he could hold out for a while and wait for him to arrive. So, the two hit it off and agreed to meet at the center of the center where the vital signs were found on the top floor, so as to save time for exploration.

The wind blew across the broken window edge at the end, rolling up every piece of black and white time. With the help of the power of time, the boy saw the Angel Hunter walk through the hallway into an inconspicuous room in front of him, holding in his hand a stack of yellowed old files, the ones he had clearly seen in his memory, the ones that Elizhe had given her.

Got it.

The corners of the mouth are hooked up in a cool arc. The boy opened his eyes as blue as jewels, and took a step, following the trajectory left behind in time.

……

-- Things seem to be going too smoothly.

Holding the document he was looking for in his hand and not rushing to open it, West frowned slightly. It's not that he doesn't think it's normal that he has to fight someone else to the death first, or go through countless treacherous levels before getting what he wants, but when he walks in the door, the old file is neatly laid out on the desk where there is nothing, waiting for him to pick it up...... I have to say that compared to the well-guarded underground of Constance Manor, this is indeed a bit too simple as a very important stronghold for that man.

And, what exactly does he mean by placing such an important thing in such a place?

Pulling out a few of the manuscript papers with Charles' notes written on them, and putting them in his pocket after confirming that they were correct, West's brow furrowed even tighter. After all, even after years of abandonment, the building is still nominally under the jurisdiction of MI6, and it's hard to say that one day they won't want to use it again or demolish it on a whim. At that time, whatever Elizhe hides here will inevitably be exposed...... Knowing the man's deep scheming too well, West didn't think he would fail to think of it.

Unless......

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he shuddered at the thought of a new possibility. The boy turned sharply, walked to a bookshelf, picked up the file box placed on it, and opened it gently. If Yi Laizhe's original purpose was to let him discover this place, deliberately leave those messages in the memory of the angel hunt, and be sure that he must have been attracted to come here to confirm the truth of the matter, then these file boxes that seem to be full of bookshelves are just a trick with little technical content, and when they are opened, they must be-

Empty.

Quietly looking at the dust accumulated at the bottom of the box over the years, as if mocking him for once again falling into the trap designed by his old enemy. Something seemed to flash in West's eyes, and a storm was coming. Since all of what Elizhe did was to come here on his own initiative, then what drove him to do so, or what Elizhe really wanted him to see, might be hidden in the central control room where vital signs came from.

- Bond.

Sensing that 007's brain waves had left the level, heading towards the final secret on the top floor. West didn't care about delaying any longer, threw the file back in his hand, and immediately rushed out.

……

Standing in front of the central control room, the high-tech in his hand clearly told him that there were weak but absolutely stable vital signs inside. Bond hesitated, remembering the terrifying power he had displayed at West, Conston Manor, and the strange bionic soldiers, but he still put down his hand to push the door and waited quietly for the arrival of the brown-haired boy.

Although 007 is notoriously troublesome in MI6, and he has the experience of throwing off the command and acting alone, but, in front of those mutant humans who may be beyond his imagination, no matter how much he likes to do things out of the ordinary, he will never joke with his own life.

So, when West rushed upstairs as fast as he could, and saw Mr. Bond standing obediently in front of the door waiting, there was a faint hint of reassurance in his shockingly blue eyes.

"You'd better get out of here, 007."

When he walked up to the agent, he opened his mouth with an unquestionable order. The expression on the young man's face was still inadequate, cold and cold, but it was not difficult to hear a trace of anxiety and trembling in his tone that could not be hidden.

Naturally, the always perceptive 007 agent also caught it effortlessly.

"That's not going to work, cat." The tail note is raised, with lingering sexiness and seduction in the bones. Bond chuckled softly, as if he were a child who hadn't grown up, and reached out to rub West's messy brown hair, "You know, there's never a precedent for Agent 00 to give up halfway. Since I've brought you here, there's no way I'm going to leave on my own until I've taken you away. ”

"But it's not something you can get involved in, Bond."

His brows furrowed even tighter, and the fingers hanging at his side were about to move. West knew that whatever Elizhe had designed him to come here for, it was just to torture him in various ways. But as if he had been deceived, he knew what the outcome might be, but he had to follow in the footsteps of the madman, trying to catch up with his old enemy, and immerse himself in this endless revenge - this was his fate, even if he died. But even so, he couldn't bear to have others implicated by his enlightenment...... After all, even if he was discouraged to the point of despair, he would still feel guilty.

"I know."

Naturally, he understood the boy's worries, and he could also perceive what kind of dangerous situation West was in now. Bond shook his head firmly.

"You ......"

Not wanting to use his abilities until he had to, West sighed and was about to continue trying to convince the 'stubborn' 007 in his eyes, when he was suddenly interrupted by a strange sound in the accusation room that seemed to be something shattered.

"Bond?"

Taken aback, he turned his head to look at the agent with the same solemn expression. West listened carefully for a while, convinced that he had indeed heard the muffled sound of something falling to the ground, and the accompanying 'rattle' as if walking in water, and the door gradually changed from vague to clear, stopping behind the metal door of the control room.

"Looks like we've woken it up."

The face has never been more ugly. 007 and West glanced at each other, one pulling out a PPK, the other holding out his hand while aiming at the rusty iron door in front of him.

Nodding his head, he signaled that he was ready. West took a deep breath, manipulating the near-physical airflow, slammed into the not-so-solid door, and pushed it open—

Dum light, regular flashes of red dots on the wall. In the center of the room, there was a huge petri dish, but now it had been broken from the inside, and the glass shards were scattered everywhere.

And in the transparent nutrient solution all over the ground, a little blonde girl stood behind the door, looking at them quietly, her eyes empty. It seems that something is reflected, and it is as if there is nothing.

At the first sight of the girl, she froze in place. West Xavier opened his mouth, narrowed his pupils, and began to tremble for no apparent reason.

"Ade... Ryder...? ”