Chapter 639: Eric, I'm Too Hard, Lanshel
After the group finished eating and drinking, they rested in the hotel for two hours, and then took a special car to the mutant academy and went on an outing, without the atmosphere of a big war at all.
Deadpool was self-contained the whole time, curled up in the leather chair with his hands on his knees, his washing machine was broken, the washing machine that was tumbling up and down, left and right, and the sound of running water could not turn, no matter what method he used, he couldn't change the fact that the washing machine had become a refrigerator.
Cold, quiet, no more lively restlessness of the past!
Deadpool is bored with everything now, and the spirit butterfly is starting to lean on Russell again, which is really unpleasant, but what does this have to do with him?
From now on, it doesn't matter.
Deadpool is frighteningly quiet, this unscientific scene has attracted a lot of attention, just like a person whose home is next to the train tracks, falling asleep with the sound of the railroad tracks every day, and after moving suddenly, it is too quiet and a little unaccustomed.
During this time, Logan suspected that Deadpool had been dropped, and now in front of them was Raven, the Demon.
Russell shot it out, and it turned out that Deadpool was still the same Deadpool, but he was seriously consumed and was currently in a state of reading.
"Wade, what's going on, you look like you're in a bad mood." Russell pushed away the eyeing butterfly and sat on the opposite side, that is, next to Deadpool.
When Deadpool heard this, he seemed to grasp a life-saving straw: "Russell, my good brother, little Wilson is not good, he is dying." Tell me the Light can heal him, won't you? â
If you can cure me, I won't cure it!
Russell continued to be confused: "Wade, what are you talking about, who is Wilson Jr.?" â
"Little Wilson is ......"
Deadpool was about to shout, when he suddenly remembered that the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, and the doctor knew about this kind of thing, so he whispered in Russell's ear: "Little Wilson is ...... Let's go...... Somehow he ...... Let's ......."
After hearing this, Russell's face changed drastically, he took a hard breath, his chest bulged, and shouted with his maximum lung capacity: "Wade, you said you were depressed because you couldn't anymore, really?" â
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There was an instant silence on the car, and the passengers' bodies froze for three seconds, and then they retracted their disdainful eyes, talking and laughing about the previous topic, as if they hadn't heard anything just now.
What a considerate group of people, giving Deadpool enough face, if their eyes were more tactful, it would be even better!
Deadpool sensed everyone's contempt and wanted to immediately wipe his neck with a knife, thinking that he would not be able to die, so he gave up the idea of suicide.
He covered Russell's mouth: "Man, you did it on purpose. â
Russell slapped Deadpool's hand away and said honestly, "No, I'm just too surprised." Originally, your brain capacity was not large, but now you are directly brain dead, and I can't accept the reality for a while, so I will shout. â
"Come on, I know you too well, you just did it on purpose......"
Deadpool was stunned as he spoke, and grabbed Russell's collar: "Russell, tell me honestly, did little Wilson's death be your hands and feet." â
"It's not."
Russell shook his head decisively: "If I had this ability, Little Wilson would definitely not be alive now." â
Reasonable!
Deadpool nodded, loosened Russell's collar, helped him smooth it, and flattered, "Good brother, use your holy light to help me heal." â
"My problem, it's a trivial matter."
Russell used the illumination technique, shining his glowing palm up and down Deadpool's body, wiped the non-existent sweat on his head, and said with concern: "How is it, what did little Wilson say?" â
Deadpool tilted his head and leaned back in his seat, and said, "He's gone, let me be strong in the future......"
Russell laughed in his heart, and held back a bad trick: "Wade, in fact, there is another way, I don't know if it works, you can try to use this trick to save little Wilson." â
"What's the move?" Deadpool suddenly stopped sleepy.
"Don't you have a self-healing factor, can you recover at high speed, try it, there won't be a piece of meat missing anyway."
Deadpool: "......"
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On the other side, Xavier Gifted Junior Academy.
The three X-Men backbone members, led by Charles and supplemented by Hank and Raven, are waiting in the college garden. Charles could sense that the other party did not deliberately hide his whereabouts, and announced it in a grand manner...... They're coming!
Is it contempt or self-confidence?
Charles didn't know, he only knew that after the first two defeats, the other party's empty-eyed behavior made him very stressed.
"Charles, relax, you're too serious and will put pressure on the students." Raven whispered.
Behind the trio are the newly formed X-Men, Quicksilver Pietro, Jean, Nightkin Wagner, and Shockwave Alex.
Cyclops is no longer on the list, he has not yet mastered his powers, compared to his older brother Alex is a qualified fighter, having been an X-Men ten years ago.
Alex's ability is to absorb cosmic energy such as radiation, electromagnetism, or heat from the environment and release it from various parts of his body, which is very destructive.
Quicksilver Pietro is here, invited by Charles, to come and see what kind of person his father Magneto Eric is, whether he is a heinous cold-blooded butcher as the outside world says.
Charles knew Pietro's mother, and out of concern for his good friends, he loved the house and U knew Pietro's abilities.
Supersonic movement!
Despite his youth, Petro is as talented as his father and has mastered his abilities early on, and Charles believes his abilities may be able to turn the difference when it matters most.
In addition to these seven X-Men, the other teachers and students in the academy were all transferred to the bomb shelter by the school bus for refuge, and there were many mutant children with full potential, but they lacked the actual combat experience of using their abilities, and it was purely for nothing to stay on the battlefield.
Looking at the four young and powerful X-Men behind him, Charles was confident that the members of this team had their own abilities and might be able to deal a blow to their arrogant foes.
"Today you can unleash your energy without worrying about hurting others, Wagner, your ability is very important, the first priority is to protect your teammates."
Charles said a word of encouragement, looked at the demon girl, and said solemnly: "Raven, I'll drag the other party's telepathic ability, you can find a way to get close to Eric, and try to find out where his family is being held." â
The enemy is strong and I am weak, Charles decided to win over his good friends, and if the plan is successful, this battle should be stable.
"Understood!"
Raven nodded slightly, and found that Charles's face was serious, and when he looked into his line of sight, he saw two stretch cars driving into the school gate.
"The enemy is coming!"
The way he appears is a little chic, even a little plain, but that doesn't stop Charles' attention, he locks on one of the sedans, and the telepathic powerhouse that makes his heart palpitate is among them.
Click!
The car door was pushed open, and Eric, who was dressed in a suit + sunglasses, stepped out and stood by the car with a cold face. Due to his inappropriate words, Professor X disqualified him from participating in the battle and waited for the appearance as an alternate player + bodyguard.
Four more figures walked out, Russell, Deadpool, Logan, and Spiritbutterfly, these four members of the X-Attack Team, who were the protagonists of today's battle.
Considering that Lingdie is a soy sauce player, and Deadpool's dead brother is not in a state, Logan looks at the familiar figure and reminisces about the past, and Russell is the main attacker.
Russell enjoyed it, beating up superheroes, or superhero groups or something, he liked it the most.
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The X-Men were a little confused, and the four opposite sides didn't seem to have much fighting spirit, in a daze, and nervous, were they sure they were looking for trouble?
Only Qin was deeply disturbed, and subconsciously took two steps back, and the middle-aged uncle with a beard on the opposite side stared at her from the moment he got out of the car, his eyes were like wolves.
Charles was puzzled, but the Russell four had no fighting spirit because, like Eric, they were subject to telepathic abilities.
Just as he was about to say something, the black window rolled down, revealing a shiny head and smiling at him.
Professor X didn't get out of the car, after all, it's all a wheelchair + telepathic setting, which will inevitably make the other party think of something, so it's not interesting.
"Shhh
Charles's eyes swelled, it can't be wrong, that familiar light, the mysterious man who defeated him twice appeared.
He couldn't wait to ask, "Who are you?" What is your purpose? â
Professor X smiled and didn't answer Charles's question, his long thick hair making him jealous...... Ahem, very envious, feeling that it's good to be young: "Start acting, take this school, and build a mutant utopia." â
"Don't worry, we'll take care of the rest!" Eric bowed very doggedly and said, he didn't want to, but he couldn't beat the old one, so he could only use the small one to get angry.
Not to mention, as soon as this scene opened, he enjoyed the pleasure and loved the pleasure of playing with Charles in the palm of his hand.
"Eric, you...... What are you doing? â
Charles couldn't accept it, he thought that his teammates were being coerced, but the scene in front of him was clearly enjoyable!
"What is it, don't you see it all?"
Charles asked angrily: "What about your arrogance and self-esteem, how can you casually bow to others?" Eric, is this still you? â
"MD, don't deceive people too much, get cheap and sell good bastards!"
Eric I'm too hard Lanshell scolded unhappily, he was bullied by Charles, but Charles was still not satisfied and scolded him for being spineless.