New York at night is already devastated, and the global disaster brought by the professor has not yet reached its peak, and is still brewing.

The few establishments on the street are open, and this one in front of me is one of them.

"Atomic? Atomic bomb? Joaquin looked at the shiny sign above his head and wondered what the hell this was called.

At this time, Qiao Jin was wearing a neat suit, although he was only about 173cm tall, but that perfect figure did support this suit. He also carried a long black instrument box in his hand, but inside were two katanas. With black gloves, he looked like a musical instrument player at this time, but he was a little younger.

Walking through the gate, the security guard at the door did not stop Joaquin. When Joaquin actually stepped into this club, he was immediately blinded by the splendor in front of him.

In his mind, or rather, in his cognition, places like nightclubs, bars, and dance parties were dimly lit, writhing bodies, and violent music, but here, obviously, was like a high-class clubhouse.

Under the disaster, the people are struggling to make a living, but this place is like a paradise, and it is incompatible with the scene outside the door.

Led by a waiter, Joaquin walked through the slightly quiet corridor and opened the very stylish door, the huge second-floor entertainment venue was introduced, the decoration was slightly classical, and it could be seen that the peculiar hobby of the owner of the clubhouse was very tasteful, and the modern one was very extravagant.

A man in a suit and leather shoes with oily hair and a pink face was on the stage on the first floor below, singing lyrical songs. Next to several gambling facilities, there are scattered people around. It is not difficult to see from these people that they all have a certain identity, because ordinary gangsters cannot have such a temperament.

Women are indispensable, and girls with hot bodies and sweet faces are interspersed to show their charm to the fullest.

The hall is in the shape of a ring, with different boxes and compartments on display. At this moment, a beautiful woman held two wine glasses in her hand, half of which were filled with champagne, and sent them to Joaquin, and just wanted to say something, the waiter on the side glanced at the woman covertly, and the woman was shocked, and hurriedly apologized and left.

In the process of walking, Joaquin vaguely heard some conversations, all kinds of colonels, the name of the president made Joaquin pout, this club is a bit interesting, the outside world is chaotic, these guys who seem to be a little powerful, and even in important positions are still enjoying themselves here, the charm of this club is so great?

Finally, led by the waiter, Joaquin came to a hidden box. The waiter bowed respectfully and left.

"Tsk" Joaquin admired while sitting on the circular sofa, both come and go, Deborah this girl, looks a little old, not like a simple mutant.

call

Just as Joaquin was calmly seated, the circular box suddenly turned, and after half a circle, Joaquin's eyes were no longer a lively hall, but a quiet office.

This time, the décor is completely classical, like a medieval style, chandeliers, oil paintings, wool carpets, and beautifully constructed furniture. There are bookshelves on both sides, and a pile of books is displayed on them, and a strong smell of books comes to the face, refreshing people's hearts.

"I'm looking forward to it more and more." Joaquin sniffed, full of bookishness.

Bang! A red mist filled the air.

In front of him, a tall figure suddenly appeared, with crimson skin and a slightly hideous face with this skin color, which had some strange beauty. The tail was elongated, with an arrow-like logo at the end, and the man was looking at Joaquin with his head down.

This is a skin-changing nightcrawler! Qiao Jin tilted his head, picked up the box in his hand, looked at the unkind eyes of the man in front of him, and said, "Need me to play a song?" ”

The red-skinned demon raised an eyebrow, didn't speak, turned and walked back, and at a row of bookshelves, he gently pressed something. Then, the shelves open to the sides.

Joaquin sighed in his heart, it was really different.

The hall in front of you is no smaller than the club outside, but it can be seen that this two hundred square meters is a private place. A line of enchanting flames was constantly beating, burning silently on the walls, and although it was winter, the interior was as warm as spring.

In the center of the hall, a woman was sitting lazily on a sofa, her long blonde hair dazzling. Dressed in a white dress, with a white fluffy shawl on her upper body, her legs overlapping elegantly together, and a graceful and luxurious temperament came to her face. When she saw Joaquin's figure, her beautiful eyes lit up slightly, and she picked up the goblet with two fingers and shook it to greet Jooquin.

Joaquin took a deep breath, just in terms of appearance, within the scope of Joaquin's cognition, only Isabel can fight with the woman in front of her! But the temperament exuded by this strange woman is beyond the reach of Isabel's green apple!

The woman's aura is very strong, and Joaquin is slightly unnatural: "I'm looking for Deborah." ”

The strange woman stretched out her white palm and motioned for Joaquin to sit on the couch across the hall. The beautiful eyes glanced at the red-skinned mutant in the distance.

"Hmm~" The red-skinned mutant made a strange tone with his nose, as if he was a little teasing, his body flashed, and he came to Jooquin's side, with a red mist on his body, and put the wine glass in his hand on the table in front of Jooquin.

"I'm not here to drink." Joaquin leaned down and opened the leather buckle of the instrument case, but he did not open the instrument case, since he dared to come, Joaquin had the consciousness of entering the tiger's den in Longtan.

"I'm Deborah." The woman finally spoke, and Joaquin raised her head instantly, because this woman and the illusory Deborah had exactly the same voice! Mysterious and elegant. It's just that, compared to Deborah, the woman in front of her, even if her voice is steady, and even with a hint of kindness, but there is a trace of majesty in it, which is enough for Joaquin to eat a pot. The momentum of this superior person cannot be cultivated in a day or two.

"The sound is very similar." Joaquin didn't show his attitude, and said a word.

The mysterious woman suddenly laughed and shook her head: "You little guy, if you hadn't watched you grow up, who would have known what your words meant." ”

"Huh?"

"Deborah is a good boy, she was lucky to meet a diamond-shaped mutant, and she wanted to cultivate it well, but unfortunately, she was killed. However, I was blessed by a curse, and the dead Deborah actually touched you. The woman smiled and raised her glass, "Emma Frost, you can call me Emma, or you can call me the White Queen like everyone else." ”

"The White Queen? You've been in my body for so long, so, what do you want? Joaquin frowned, the professor actually made mistakes sometimes. In the past few years in school, Joaquin has asked the professor about this matter, but under the professor's careful inspection, there is no trace of Deborah! This made the professor think that it was the sequelae left by Joaquin's special ability, after all, if you suck away a mutant's special ability, anything can happen! Hallucinations, for example? Fantasy? Fortunately, in the future, Joaquin did not receive much influence from Deborah, and the matter dragged on.

I thought she was just tricking herself into gaining strong strength and doing something exciting. But it wasn't until last night that Joaquin found out that he was really wrong, the so-called "heart demon" Deborah, where is the heart demon!? Rather, a living person! Perhaps, like the Professor, a mutant of a spiritual category!

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