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At this time, the Mutant Academy.

Heavy snow was falling, covering the buildings in the academy with a white coat of makeup. In the dead of night, only a few rooms were lit by windows.

In the teacher's office, Storm Girl Ororo (Ability: Control the Storm) packs up her things and sits quietly in the dark. After signing the contract with Fantastic Industries, she has completed her original job in the past few days, and will leave for Imperial State University tomorrow to receive continuing education.

Oloro turned her head to look at the familiar scene around her, where she had spent a wonderful youth, where every plant and tree was extremely familiar, and there were happy memories everywhere.

Strangely, when leaving, Oloro did not feel any sadness, but a sense of relief and peace after a great realization.

Although Professor Charles, after reading the plan, sighed three times and said "the future is terrifying", he chose to support her choice. But only she knows how much the Wind Catcher Project has touched her.

In her more than a decade as an X-Men, she has been wondering why mutants are getting tougher. After hearing about the Wind Chaser's plan, the force of the cosmic wind in her senses was unprecedentedly turbulent, surrounding her incomparably closely, bringing her a throbbing throbbing.

She understands that she went to school not to believe Matthew, but more to verify her beliefs. She also thought that even if Matthew was just fooling, she would admit it. Even if all else comes to naught, she will try to challenge this amazing and fantastic plan on her own.

Ding~bell~ The bell rings on the hour outside the window.

There was a familiar sound of patrolling footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door, getting closer and closer.

"Jean, I think the academy has become very strange, the Iceman and Colossus are gone, and now even the Storm Lady Oloro is leaving." This is the deep and deep voice of the X-Men captain Cyclophalo: "She actually listened to that kid's fool and went to college, and an X-Men went to college, isn't this nonsense?" ”

A gentle voice rang out, it was her best friend, Jean Gray, the host of the Phoenix Force. "Scott, I've seen Matthew and his plan. Frankly, that plan was a little tempting even to me. ”

"Jean, why are you like this. Don't you remember how humans treat us mutants? We saved humanity from the apocalypse, but you see how humanity later took revenge on us. Cyclops said dissatisfiedly, "Mutants and humans should live in peace, but not this way. Countless fellow mutants live in discrimination and abuse, and we are the power of mutants to protect themselves. ”

Jean Gray's voice is still the same gentle, with a soothing power: "Scott, times are changing very quickly, and I can't see through it anymore. But I think he's right, the future of mutants is not in power, but in value. ”

The office door opened, and Oloro looked up in embarrassment.

A trace of nostalgia flashed on Lasereye's face, and he said in a deep and mature voice: "Oloro, I still remember that at that time, everyone was very weak, and they worked hard together for the future of mutants. Frankly, I don't really understand your choice, we have been through trials and tribulations, and you have become powerful. The mutants need you, the X-Men need you"

"Thank you, Scott. It's my home, but mutants need a different future. Oloro also said sadly.

The battle of beliefs, there is you and no self. Seeing Oloro's determined eyes, Laser Eye left helplessly and sadly, continuing tonight's patrol, leaving Phoenix Jean Gray to accompany the departing Oloro.

Looking at the increasingly unfamiliar academy in front of him, Cyclops couldn't help but think of an oriental poem he had read before.

"The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden."

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Shortly after, six doors.

The snow fell, but it was helplessly melted in the rolling of the cars and horses, leaving only a little residual snow to prove that there was once a existence.

A kilometer away from the six doors is an ordinary duplex building, probably because of the heavy snow, the neighbors did not see the old couple who could not get up and exercise every day.

More than a dozen black-clothed people in the room were busy placing a large number of arms, guns, and artillery on the ground. The first person if Matthew was here would recognize that it was none other than his hair small, Grant Ward.

Compared with the last time he met Matthew, Grant deliberately grew a short beard on his face, and his face was more vicissitudes after a long period of hard work, and the tattoos on his shoulders revealed the fierce atmosphere of being unapproachable.

"Report to your Excellency, it has been confirmed that Lady Hydra is being held in the detention cell of Building Six." A man in black stepped forward to report.

Grant Ward's face was gloomy, half a month ago, the six doors suddenly attacked the hand-to-hand union without any warning, and the Lady Hydra, who was pulling over the four evils of the hand-petrified cow in the war, unfortunately fell into the hands of the six doors.

Luckily, according to Neo's intelligence, Lady Hydra managed to disguise herself, and Six Gates did not discover Lady Hydra's true identity, but only detained her as a special professional.

But Mrs. Hydra is involved in the organization's core plan to infiltrate New York, and has a one-line relationship with several key goals and members of the organization. During the period of Lady Hydra's disappearance, plans to infiltrate New York were nearly stalled, and the Baron was furious.

What chills Grant is that the organization cannot afford to lose Lady Hydra, and gives himself the task of rescuing Lady Hydra, who has already invested in the gold and power.

This is obviously a lack of consideration for his own life and death, or a worse consideration, and he has not deliberately taken himself as a victim to provoke the battle between the Six Gates and the Jinhe, so as to facilitate the organization to take advantage of the situation to recover the Jinhe forces.

"Wait a little longer, we're going to hit six doors and miss one of them." Grant inadvertently picked up his phone and looked at it, but Barbara Morse, the one-way agent 19 who had been contacted, had not yet responded.

"Grant, when are you going to wait?" Ten minutes later, the crossbones next to him, who was actually an assistant and were actually overseers, asked dissatisfiedly, with two crossed bones painted on his chest battle jacket very conspicuously, and his eyes under the miserable white metal mask had tyrannical killing intent.

Half an hour later, Grant Ward still did not receive the expected reply, and finally his heart was ruthless, and he gritted his teeth and gave the order to attack. A group of black-clothed men swarmed out, led by the murderous crossbones, and quickly killed towards the six doors.

Bang bang bang......

The silence of the night sky was broken by the sound of heavy gunfire, and it was already midnight, and a large number of agents from Six Doors were engaged in the work of recruiting and training new recruits. Caught off guard, Grantward and his entourage quickly subdued the six door security guards on the road and quickly arrived at Building No. 6.

"A stupid big man with developed limbs!" Grant looked at the crossbones who were in the lead and said hatefully. I saw that Crossbones took the lead, and his tall and sturdy body had extraordinary speed. There were no missing guns and bullets in his hands, and from time to time a flying knife flew out, shining with cold light, completely turning into a killing machine, and there was no enemy.

One by one, the men in black quickly attacked the defenses that broke through the six doors, dropping special bombs with hypnotic and smoke effects into the room.

The walls of the detention chamber collapsed under the influence of explosives, and dust flew everywhere. In the thick smoke, a slender figure swayed out.

It was an extremely hot woman, with slender legs and vitality. The bold and avant-garde evening dress exposes most of the round half of the chest and looms in the smoke. The red lips are like fire, the eyes are like silk, and they are extremely charming, and there are two words all over the body: sexy!

A crown on her head like a snake gives her a dignified and elegant temperament, which is perfectly integrated with dignified and sexy, forming a special temperament of bewitchment.

"Ha~ The world is burning under my feet." She said.

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