Compared to Professor X, who has always been tolerant and kind, for West, Eric has never had any self-consciousness as an elder.

After all, let's not mention the very tragic fact that their meetings are often accompanied by an earth-shattering brawl. As the 'Magneto' and 'Hermit' of the mutant world, faith has long determined that they are destined to stand against each other. And even if they have an extraordinary relationship at the legal level, an old immortal will never show mercy to his 'son' because of this - Qiu West, who once tied him to the Statue of Liberty with twenty-three steel bars, still remembers that he would definitely throw him into the Pacific Ocean to vent his anger if he had the chance...... Even if Charles stopped it, it was useless.

But in fact, no matter how annoyed West himself is, the grievances between him and Eric are all internal contradictions among the masses. Before he could live up to his great ideal of kicking Magneto, he would of course have to kill the one who dared to come to his guardian for trouble, which is the main reason why he is here now.

Standing on a street in London with a map, the brown-haired boy looked up at the two-story duplex apartment in front of him, silently thinking in his heart.

It was easy to get a vacation from school, and given that he had just turned in his research paper, his supervisor was not likely to bother him with such things. The only part that was in trouble was how to get Collin Burens who had figured out all of his schedules and routines. In order to prevent anything from going wrong, West negotiated with him in the café for three hours before finally dispelling the kid's idea of 'taking a leave of absence to travel to London with Williams'.

――I have to say, sometimes a friend who can't get rid of you is more terrifying than the most fierce enemy, especially if you still look like that friend's ex-boyfriend.

Do I really have a scumbag face? has automatically made up for an annual sadistic drama with a beautiful beginning and a sad ending, and West, who has been staring at the boy tightly, touched his cheeks with palpitations. Thinking of the strong resentment that almost broke through the sky when Colin was reluctant to compromise at the end of that day, he still felt hairy in his heart, and he couldn't help but think back to whether he really had an innocent little boy somewhere, and then dumped people without conscience...... Otherwise, every time he was stared at by that kid's big wet eyes, why did he feel inexplicably empty?

Of course, that's what he just thinks. While he did occasionally have a bit of flirtat, West was so confident in his discipline that he would dare to bet a cucumber on a Stark who slept on the cover of a magazine all year long. And it wasn't until soon after, when he finally realized that this idea was infinitely close to the truth, in addition to slapping his face, he had already unknowingly boarded the thief ship and could no longer climb down_(:з)∠)_

But that's all for later. At present, West is still running the road to save his second father, and has effectively found out who is behind the scenes, and is thinking about whether to give the other party a surprise salary, or give priority to violence and go directly to the door to smash the field.

According to the news brought by the Demonic Woman, it is Lady Aurora, the mistress of the Conston family in London, who has been colluding with Dr. Yi to trouble Eric everywhere. She and her husband have hereditary titles, have a Masonic background, started as a casino in their early years, and in recent years have begun to smuggle arms and drugs. Earn a lot of money. After her husband's death five years ago, Mrs. Aurora inherited the family business and expanded it further, suspecting that she had been a financier for Dr. Yi. I don't know what she's funding for humanoid research, but 'Humans, once they have power, want more, whether that's what they should be involved in or not, and that's always the case with the Root Nature'—West swore that was Raven's exact words...... Therefore, what he needs to do now is to completely remove this tumor, and if possible, he can also find Yi Laizhe's nest.

And where he now stood, it was none other than Lady Aurora's trusted confidant, Lawrence Barry's secret apartment, the head of the manor that oversaw almost all of the Connson family's underground business.

Pulling the backpack on his shoulder, which perfectly disguised himself as a traveling college student, the brown-haired boy looked at the rather luxurious duplex building in front of him, and finally resisted the urge to demolish the house with his bare hands. Although his face is only seventeen years old, it does not mean that he is still at this kind of secondary two age...... Given that the owner here may not be friendly to mutants, exposing his abilities too early will attract too much prying eyes, and he may also put himself in before helping Magneto solve his problems, West shrugged his shoulders and put away the map in his hand, deciding to sneak in first and try his luck to see if he could find more valuable clues from Barry.

Standing at the white door and moving his fingers, he rang the doorbell, ready to brainwash him as soon as the people inside came to open the door. But to West's surprise, he waited outside for a long time and didn't see anyone answer the door, and then he realized that he had chosen a good time to conduct research without embarrassment or embarrassment, and that he would become a thief in the battle of wits and courage with the enemy.

Rolling his eyes, West walked around the small cottage and finally chose the sunny spot on the side of the study. Manipulating the air flow to push open the glass window, he then put his hands on the balcony and forcefully flipped in the air, and stood firmly on the light wooden floor of the room.

-- Compared to the illustrious status of the director of Lawrence Barryconston Manor, this apartment is really too low-key.

As soon as I landed, I realized that it was not a place where people could live regularly. West looked around, and although he had all the daily necessities, he always felt that he was missing a little popularity. Judging from the thin dust everywhere, it must have been a while since anyone returned, and there were some messy texts and wine glasses scattered around the huge space, and a handful of Browning was placed on the desk with a big grin, and there was nothing else that could prove Barry's unusual identity.

Roughly walked around the upstairs and didn't find anything particularly valuable. West thought for a moment, reached out and snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the air around him was almost still, slowly flowing, cutting through almost every corner of the apartment.

Feeling every hint of information coming back from the airflow, he let go of his mind and stretched with the wind. Slowly, as if stepping back in time, West seemed to be able to see a haggard middle-aged man sitting behind his desk not long ago, until the sun was setting in the west, and a circle of hazy light and shadow was blurred on the floor, and he finally made up his mind to get up and walked to the bed in the bedroom at the other end of the hallway.

With a 'click' and the soft sound of the hidden lock popping open, the safe hidden behind the hanging picture was opened.

The black-and-white time fragments in the brainstorm instantly coincided with the present, and West carefully took out a stack of texts in the safe. It's a charming little trick he developed after discovering that he can go back in time, and since it only needs to be synchronized with his mind rather than actually manipulated, it won't affect him much, and it will be very useful in ordinary tasks...... As long as he colludes with Cyclops to keep Stormgirl or Jean from finding out, Charles will not know that he has secretly used this strictly forbidden ability.

Slowly calming the air around him again, West flipped through the tightly guarded documents, most of which contained records of Lady Aurora's arms smuggling transactions, which Scotland Yard would surely like. The only thing that interested him was the small book with a black cover at the bottom, which contained Barry's private diary, and there should be some references to Dr. Yi and Magneto.

Flicked the black stud earring in his right ear, making sure he was able to monitor every creature that approached the apartment. West dragged a chair over the edge of the bed and began to go through the bits and pieces.

Barry doesn't say much, which is very consistent with the image of the steward described in West's sources. Although it is difficult to completely string together the few words in the diary, it does not prevent him from having a general understanding of the whole thing.

The Shapeshifter and he were right, Dr. Yi had been borrowing Lady Aurora's hand to obtain funds and hunt down Magneto, as evidenced by the fact that Constance Manor had a sizable monthly account with unknown whereabouts. Barry himself seems to have been in constant contact with the modders sent by Elizhe, and since the United States successfully snatched the 'Tower Project' from the Avengers, they have been inquiring about the traces of mutants in various places, and not long ago they also transferred a batch of mysterious 'goods' to a certain place - West speculated that it might be a bionic weapon developed by Hydra, and maybe it was all used on Eric...... After all, he couldn't think of a group of ordinary humans with no superpowers, without the help of transformers, how dare to go against Magneto, who could assassinate the president of the United States alone.

However, what puzzled West was why Lady Aurora would go out of her way to help that madman from Elijah. Whether it is greater power or money, she is fully capable of obtaining it herself, and there is no need to obey his words and let him do it. Even if Dr. Yi coerced and enticed, threatening his life, and uniting with Magneto to protect himself instead of allowing Yi Laizhe to trouble him, it should be a better choice.

Shaking his head, it was not convenient to speculate until the matter was fully investigated. West decided to put the questions aside for a moment, and lowered his head again, checking the journal in his hand.

And this time, before he had turned a few pages, he found something extraordinary.

"A photo?"

Frowning, he picked up the photo tucked between the pages. It was a frontal photograph of Mrs. Aurora, with a marker on her face. Logically speaking, this should be the work of the enemy, and it is not an uncommon thing for a black-and-white boss. But if it appeared in the private diary of the head of the estate, who had always been known for her loyalty......

Perhaps, Barry doesn't want to show that much respect for Mrs. Aurora, right? Thinking so, West raised an eyebrow and flipped the photo to the back. In the lower right corner, a line of smooth and beautiful small characters instantly came into view, which further confirmed his guess.

'Happy working together, dear Mr. Lawrence. That's exactly what it says.

And this handwriting, which he can recognize at a glance when it turns into ashes, is clearly the handwriting of the madman doctor Yi Laizhe that he has been looking for.

West raised an eyebrow meaninglessly.

This kind of drama of betrayal and betrayal has not been seen in his life so far. Father and son cannibalism, husband and wife become enemies, master and servant turn against each other, and the suspicious and cowardly nature of human beings is vulnerable in the face of both crisis and temptation. He used to spend a lot of time thinking about whether it was worth it to do so many things that were not understood in order to protect such an ugly human being, and he was even attracted to Eric's ideals for a while. But in fact, as Charles told him, judging the world, whether evil or good, is actually something that God needs to consider. And all they can do is to follow the will of the ancient Dao Law, and instead of shedding rivers of blood, what can be redeemed by fate will always be forgiveness and forgiveness.

Thinking of his adoptive father's kind and gentle face, like a light guiding the way at the end of endless darkness, he always found the right path. West smiled slightly, casually stuffed the photo into his pocket and prepared to continue flipping down, but suddenly felt a tightness in his heart, and his slender fingers paused on the somewhat curly page.

- Someone is coming.

'snapped' and closed the notebook in his hand, and West quietly tracked the two unfamiliar brain waves. From the gravel path in the garden, to the beveled corners of the backyard where debris is piled up, to the drain that dredges the rainwater on the sunny side, it finally stops at the ...... On the ceiling?

"Pull the rope and I'll go take a look, John."

There seemed to be a muffled voice from an uninvited guest from the rooftop, and as he walked in the direction from which the voice came, West was soon standing at the door of the study where he had just been. Given that it was unlikely that Lawrence Barry would have thought of breaking into his house from the roof like a thief, he could easily tell that the two latecomers must have had the same purpose of breaking into the house as he did.

"Are you sure I can hold you and not let you fall and break your neck?"

"I hope so, doctor."

The sound of conversation on the roof became even more pronounced through the window that he had opened not long ago. West alertly put a finger on his temple, deciding that if the visitor was not good, he would immediately hypnotize the brains of the two men at his mercy.

At the same time, with the sound of ropes, a dark-haired man in a navy blue coat also swayed onto the windowsill. Before he could take in the entire study, he saw the young man standing at the door vigilantly.

Sherlock Holmes was stunned.

“Whoareyou？”

Without even thinking about it, the same question came out of the mouths of both at the same time. The great detective obviously didn't expect someone to get ahead of him, and was a little confused for a moment, while West looked at the strange little curly hair, his brows furrowed, and he always felt that this face seemed to be in some newspaper he should have seen before.

“Sherlock？ Sherlock？！ You okay? ”

Just as the two looked at each other, the doctor's inquiry also came with the wind. It's just that, in addition to the worry about the great detective, there is more panic that doesn't know the point:

"Hey! Hey!! I'm not in a good direction, man, can you help me down there? ”

"Wait, John......"

He tried to stop the doctor from dying, but he was one step too late. Before Sherlock could finish his sentence, a 'humanoid cannonball' that kept swaying in mid-air whizzed at his back, and before the detective could react at all, it knocked him straight off the ledge, falling face down to the ground.

"Good." Dizzy and lying on his roommate's back, John Watson moans in pain. Moaned, "You shouldn't be stuck in the window." ”

Sherlock's first brain crash for more than five seconds: "......"

West couldn't bear to look at him, and turned his head.