The Shetland Islands region is nearly 6,000 kilometers away ——— 5 time zones.

This location is located 210 kilometres north of Scotland, and as it was an uninhabited archipelago before the war, it was not burned during the war.

According to its jurisdiction, it is divided into the British Provisional Administrative Region, Manchester, where it borders with Iceland, so all the districts in this circle start with the letters "M" and "I". And because the British still adhered to their refulgent demeanor and elegance even after the war, all the urban areas here are named after MIRD

And our 'Shetland Islands' are sandwiched between the transportation lines of the cities "MIRD-134" and "MIED-150".

However, there is nothing of a city in itself, after all, there are no people here, in fact, in the consciousness of the people, this place has been forgotten.

That's exactly what the X-Men wanted!

Yes, you heard it right, there is an organization within the archipelago, an organization that is supernumerary in the government, and they call themselves the X-Men.

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Well, to be honest, the name of this organization is really earthy and second-class, and even, it still exudes a bit of a sense of uncultured stiffness. But you may not know that in the past, when mutants had not yet completely ruled the world, the name of this organization could be said to have resounded throughout the entire human society.

They are a group of mutants, with about 100 members at the peak and less than 10 at the time, so what have they done?

That's a lot, saving the city like a common thing, and then saving the world a few times, destroying several wars between mutants and humans, reversing time and space two or three times, as if they saved the solar system once Anyway, without them, it is estimated that this plane would have ceased to exist a long time ago.

However, heroes are like this, no matter how many times you save this world, but as long as you make a mistake, you will be abandoned by this world, and the war between humans and mutants finally happened, this time, the X-Men failed, so those heroic deeds of the past were also destroyed by the war, and no one remembers the "X-Men" for a long time.

The plane was fast, but it took four hours to finally reach the skies over the Shetland Islands. The plane then switched to vertical take-off and landing and began to descend rapidly towards a lake.

And the surface of the lake slowly cracked a big hole, and then the lake water poured out, and a huge platform rose up with the flying machine, and stopped steadily on it.

This is the only remaining base of the X-Men.

The line of sight came to a corridor, which was located below the ground, so all the light came from the scorching lamp overhead, and after Quinn and the others got used to the dimness in the aircraft, it was inevitable that they would not be comfortable walking in such a bright place.

"So, Ziliang drew such a charm on your body, and then when I touched the 'Silver Aries' charm in the book, I switched places with your 'Golden Aries Charm'?" Hannibal asked as he walked.

"That's how it should be." Logan pouted and said, obviously, he didn't have a good impression of Ziliang, including these messy things he drew on himself.

As they spoke, the four of them walked around a corner, and then a door with a huge 'X' engraved on it appeared in front of everyone.

Logan stopped

"What's inside?" Quinn looked at the gate and asked.

"The Command Room? Well, or it can be called the office of the top head of the X-Men, or it can be called the rebel headquarters, I don't know, anyway, this is the 'old man's room'. Logan said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Old man?" Hannibal also asked suspiciously.

"Well, old man, I've always called him that, but if you want to be polite, you can call him Mr. Eric, or use his name Magneto from a long time ago."

"Magneto?" Old Joey scratched his head, it sounded powerful, but he didn't seem to have heard much of it.

"Of course I haven't heard of it, because you can never have such a person in your books, anyway, go inside, that's the answer you want."

The rest of the people looked at the door in front of them, and after going through so much, they naturally couldn't hesitate at this juncture, so they didn't say anything more and strode up.

The door seemed to have a sensing device, and when it approached, it automatically parted to the sides, and a large hall appeared in front of everyone.

Students who have watched war movies should be able to imagine such a scene.

Even in the office of the commander of the theater, there will be all kinds of intelligence networks, huge maps, combat sand tables in the middle, and stacks of documents piled up like a hill.

However, the place, known as the office of the leader of the resistance, does not seem to be what he imagined.

There is no command atmosphere here, on the contrary, it is a bit like an old house more than half a century ago, where everyone is standing now is the living room, there is a very old big-headed TV in the middle, a tablecloth coffee table, some old-fashioned small teacups with broken flowers, a small porch on both sides of two rooms, although you can't see the situation inside, but you can guess at a guess, one is the kitchen, the other is the bedroom.

Such a scene made the group more or less surprised.

And at this time, an old man also walked out of a hut little by little with a cane.

He was wearing the kind of thick clothes that the old people usually wear, and the pants looked thicker than the upper body, it seemed that his legs and feet were very afraid of the cold, and his gray hair was still in good spirits, and it could be seen between his eyebrows and eyes that when he was young, even after he was over fifty, he was a person with that kind of non-anger and self-authority, but now, the slightly drooping skin and heavy bags under his eyes have made him an old man entering his twilight years.

He looked at the few people standing at the door, was stunned for a moment, and then, with trembling hands, hurriedly put on the reading glasses on his chest.

"Oh, here you are," he said apologetically, as if someone had come to the house as a guest, but suddenly there were no slippers, "then you sit down first, and the water will boil in a moment." Oh, yes, chair, look at my head. ”

He said

Then, four chairs floated out of the corner of the room and automatically surrounded the coffee table, all with knitted cushions.