A minute later.

Mark walked leisurely past an armed sentry.

Mark could see the armed sentry.

The armed sentry couldn't see Mark.

"Hey, did you feel anything?"

"What's wrong?"

"I felt like someone had just passed me."

“…… The detector is not responding, your delusion. ”

“…… Well, I'll go to the bar for a drink after work. ”

"You're in for a treat?"

"Let's go home."

“……”

Listen to the conversation between the two armed sentries behind him.

Mark had already walked inside the fortress.

The invisibility cloak on the body rotates and is in normal working condition.

No way.

This fortress is perhaps a nightmare prison presence for any mutant.

But alas.

Only concerned about the ability to guard against mutants, but did not think about guarding against high technology.

Typical arrogance.

It's obvious.

Mark commented in his mind and walked around the office that seemed to be made entirely of glass.

Not much.

Following the remnants of the thought left when Reid went out, Mark easily went down to the second basement floor and saw Reed in a suit and leather shoes not far away, holding a file.

and a black woman who followed Reed.

Mark followed straight up.

Reed walked towards the end of the passage as he flipped through the materials in his hand.

After stopping at a doorway and being inspected by the soldiers at the door, Reed pushed open the iron door and entered.

The black woman followed.

Mark, who was invisible, followed.

Boom!

The door was closed.

Mark saw for first glance that the room also contained a prison made entirely of plastic.

Featureless.

Mark commented unceremoniously in his heart.

But that's not the point.

The focus is on a little sister in this plastic prison.

It is the codename Polaris.

Lorna Dane.

Quicksilver and Crimson's little sister.

The illegitimate daughter of Magneto Eric, one of the two giants of mutants.

Small, somewhat messy black hair.

Iconic face.

He wears a set of orange prison uniforms.

Age?

Twenty?

Twenty-two?

Couldn't be more.

That's when it happened.

But Reed rested his right hand on the doorknob of the plastic prison cell as he looked at Polaris in the plastic prison.

"Reed." The black woman with her arms around her behind her spoke up.

Reed turned around and made a gesture of fineness, watching Polaris inside slowly open the doorknob of the prison cell.

Click!

That's when it happened.

Poof.

Reed looked back at the black woman behind him who suddenly fell to the ground, and was slightly stunned.

It was also a pain in the back of the head and fell to the ground softly.

The next second.

When the monitor saw that there was an emergency, the piercing alarm sounded instantly.

Outside, the door immediately showed signs of being knocked open.

It's just that?

The gate is as steady as Mount Tai and does not move at all.

Polaris in the plastic cell was stunned.

He looked like he didn't know what was going on.

The next second.

There were unusual fluctuations in the air.

Mark appeared in front of Polaris with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

Subsequently.

Under the sound of knocking on the door from time to time behind him, Mark looked at Polaris with his dumbfounded hands tied and said, "Why, don't you invite me in to sit down, big niece?" ”

Lorna Dane: "......"

By the time Polaris came to his senses, Mark had blasted the walls of the plastic room to smithereens.

Mark didn't think there was anything wrong with his title.

He and Lao Wan call each other brothers, which has stood the test of time and friendship.

Although Mark pit Lao Wan once.

But Mark can't be blamed entirely on that time.

Afterwards, Lao Wan also expressed his understanding of this, and said with a smile that if it weren't for the fact that he was not sure to kill Mark, he would not continue to be friends with him.

Listen to it.

This is where Mark dares to be the Polaris and even Quicksilver and Uncle Crimson.

Polaris blinked a little confusedly.

The pounding outside the room was getting louder.

Even.

You can also hear the sound of chainsaws chopping.

And also......

The screams of rage.

Mark wasn't worried.

Cut casually.

Able to cut down the mark and surrender automatically.

The moment his mind moved, a second before the video surveillance turned into snowflakes.

Mark's telekinesis has covered the entire room three hundred and sixty degrees, without any dead ends.

Not to mention.

The edge of Mark's telekinesis enclosed a portion of the hallway.

Other words.

The man outside was cutting through his telekinesis with a chainsaw.

If you can cut it like this, then it's called a ghost.

in the room.

Polaris looked at Mark with a cute little eyebrow and said, "Who are you?" ”

"Your uncle." Mark replied.

Polaris prepares to be angry.

Mark replied lightly: "Don't believe me? I call your father brothers, do you think I'm your uncle? ”

Polaris' anger did not diminish in the slightest, "My dad is dead. ”

"I'm talking about your biological father."

Mark said as he looked around the corners of the room as he pulled out a flue-cured cigarette from his bosom that he had never finished smoking.

How can this kind of occasion that shows its domineering spirit not have a cigarette to match.

But.

Just as he was about to light himself, Mark casually glanced at Polaris' belly, shook his head, sighed, and took the cigarette back.

No cigarettes don't feel right.

Mark thought to himself.

Polaris' anger decreased, but his doubts did not.

After Mark took the cigarette back, he saw Polaris's expression and asked directly, "Don't you believe it?" Do you think an ordinary person who often travels for ten days and half a month and dies prematurely can give birth to three children who are all mutants? ”

Polaris frowned.

Whether it was her, her brother or sister, she had doubted it.

It's just that?

Daddy died early.

My mother also passed away when Polaris was sixteen years old.

In the rebellious period, she ran away from home in a fit of anger because of her sister's discipline, until now......

You can't blame Polaris for not believing it.

It all came so suddenly.

She's not ready.

Besides.

Lorna thinks it could all be a trap set up by the Sentinel Service.

After all, the Sentinel Secret Service does all kinds of evil, and can think of any obscene means.

"Don't believe me?"

"Hmm."

“……”

looked at the little girl Mark of the North Star, who was still nodding honestly, and was speechless.

This is completely different from the North Star he imagined.

It's not that Polaris has a domineering president Fan.

And also.

Mark noticed that Polaris's hair color and expression were a little odd.

Saying.

Polaris' hair color isn't supposed to be forgive.

What's the fuss about this pure black?

Did I go to the wrong room?

Mark muttered in his heart.

But.

This little face.

This is what it looks like.

This does not speak of the fan.

Obviously I didn't find the wrong person.

Didn't you dye your hair?

Mark thought to himself and looked at Polaris' hair, where he saw a drop of forgiveness green to confirm his thoughts.

While breathing a sigh of relief, Mark said directly: "Why don't I get your biological father over and let him talk to you directly?" ”

Polaris: "......"