The next day at noon.

University of Oxford, UK.

After the professor's lecture on genetics, Charles, dressed in a suit and uniform, and Raven, who has transformed into an ordinary woman, walk out of the school gate side by side.

In the eyes of the third-party students, they will be an enviable couple - after all, the man is young and handsome, the woman is tall and beautiful, and they have lived in the same house with childhood sweethearts for more than ten years.

Raven secretly looked at Charles, who was traveling next to her, and sighed in her heart, but unfortunately she was an alternative mutant, and if she didn't deform and disguise, her ugly appearance would only be treated as a monster.

It is precisely for this reason that Charles, who usually spends a lot of time drinking, is the only one who can't have sexual interest between men and women.

"Do you want to go drinking? There's a drinking event at the bar today! Charles said to an absent-minded Raven.

"Okay."

Raven nodded obediently, no matter where, as long as there is Charles, she will go, and it may be good to continue like this.

Bar near Oxford University, on the lobby.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! ”

Dozens of guests gathered in a lively group, Charles had taken off his coat, holding a long glass glass in both hands, gurgling beer, some of which was sprinkled directly on his white shirt, just like the professor standing on the three-foot podium during the day.

Five minutes later.

"It's okay, let you drink less." Raven helped the slightly drunk Charles, leaning on the bar table and chair, while Charles didn't care about the stall and muttered, "I can drink again." ”

"I'll get you a wet towel and wipe your face." Raven looked at him heartbrokenly, turned and walked out the door.

Charles was leaning back on the bar chair, and in a daze, a shadow approached him.

"You're the youngest professor of genetics at Oxford, Charles Xavier, right?"

"Huh?"

Charles raised his head suspiciously, only to see that the person who came to him to ask questions was a well-dressed sexy woman, who was none other than Mora, who had traveled all the way from the United States to ask for help.

When Mora saw him looking over, he asked straight to the point, "Professor Charles." You've published papers on genetic variants before, and I'm wondering, is the kind of humans you are referring to now — humans who are at the forefront of evolution because of genetic mutations — already in this world? ”

Charles frowned, he was indeed a little drunk, and his head was slightly dizzy under the alcohol paralysis, but the topic of genetic variants immediately attracted him.

He subconsciously placed his fingers on his temples, staring at Mora, and in less than half a second, his mind entered the consciousness of the other party, and he read the reason why Mora had this question.

In the consciousness generated by Mora's brain, first Caesar's appearance, and what happened in the hellclub, as if he had experienced it himself, appeared in front of his eyes one by one.

Charles was thrilled, completely sober from drunkenness.

Similar......

It's actually other mutants, and there are so many gangs!

"Professor? Professor? ”

Looking at Charles, who was glazed over, Mo stretched out his palm, shook it in front of his eyes, and then said helplessly: "It seems that you are drunk, I'll talk when you sober up." ”

"There's no need for that, Agent Mora." Charles smiled indifferently, looked at her and said, "Didn't you already know the answer before you asked me this question?" Rest assured, if the target is those mutants, I'll do my best to help you! ”

"That's great!"

Mora was both surprised and happy, and said with a sigh of relief: "I want you to prove the existence of mutants in front of the CIA." ”

"No problem." Charles agreed without hesitation, hiding his mutant talent for a lifetime, pretending to be an ordinary person and getting along with ordinary people, which has never been what he wants.

Another day later, the CIA headquarters.

Although Charles had come to his senses and took the initiative to expose their respective mutant talents, namely mind reading and transformation abilities, several CIA directors not only did not accept this fact, but also reprimanded Agent Mora.

This is also what Charles can anticipate, human beings are more often afraid of the unknown, and would rather avoid than go deeper, and need a long transition period to accept.

There was only one exception.

Jena, the CIA's chief of military weapons research, is a tall fat man in a puffed suit. After the meeting, he chased out of the room and expressed his willingness to let Charles and Raven join him to test the strength and power of Xia Shang together.

Either way, this is a milestone in history, the first collaboration between mutants and government forces.

After dark.

Off the coast of the United States, somewhere in a slightly remote bar.

Caesar was randomly selected to come here, as an ordinary customer, to continue tasting fine wine and gathering information of interest, and this kind of wandering in a foreign time and space is not bad.

'Rustle......rustle'

Hearing the sound coming from the roof of the bar, Caesar glanced overhead, and when he saw the red devil prostrate on the roof, quietly waiting under the moon, he couldn't help but shake his head, "Are you chasing here again, it's really troublesome, who is not good to follow me, see how long you can follow." ”

'Squeak-'

At this moment, the wooden door of the bar opened, and a tall young man wearing jeans, a leather jacket, a wide-brimmed hat, and a bag on his shoulder, walked into the bar hall.

"Have a whiskey." The tall young man sat down at the bar next to Caesar and whispered to the bartender.

Caesar looked at him closely, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter. The aura on the other party's body is too similar to the Lorna he knows!

has an aura of ability similar to Lorna's, and gives people the feeling that the strength of his ability is definitely not inferior to Charles's level, probably only him......

Magneto, Eric Lanschel.

I didn't expect to meet him, the first Marvel variant with the ability to control the magnetic field.

When Caesar looked at Eric, Eric also observed him in turn, his sharp brow slightly raised, and from Caesar's body, he felt an ominous aura.

"What are you looking at?" Taking the bartender's whiskey, Eric said coldly.

Caesar smiled and said, "This buddy. There is a strong smell of blood left on you, and at this moment, there is an unconcealable smell of revenge. ”

Eric's pupils contracted slightly, but his face remained calm, he raised his head, drank the whiskey in the glass, and the glass fell on the table with a clatter, and said in a low voice: "So what?" If I'm going to kill someone, do you want to stop me, or do you want to call the police? ”

"I'm not going to do that, it's too much trouble." Caesar shrugged.

"Then I'll kill you now, and you'll have no opinion." Eric narrowed his eyes dangerously, he was like a wounded and mad beast, maintaining a certain hostility towards everyone, not to mention the teenager who guessed his intentions.

Only Caesar noticed that a few rusty screws were quietly loosening on the wooden wall not far from Eric, as if an inexplicable force was manipulating them.

Caesar said nonchalantly, "I have no opinion. But only if you can kill me. ”

"That's what you said."

A wisp of murderous intent appeared in Eric's eyes, and the screws had detached from the wooden wall, suspended in mid-air in defiance of gravity, and the tips of the screws were aimed at Caesar.