Matryoshka: Nina Yinvanovna, year of birth and death unknown, origin unknown, congenital albinism, awakened through near-death experiments to awaken mutant abilities psychic suggestion, due to the extreme uncontrolled personality and abilities, after causing several researchers and paramedics to commit suicide, it was decided to be dealt with secretly.

Eraser: Anton Goncharov, Alexander Goncharov's brother, born in 1942, his father died in Berlin in World War II, his mother died of illness, lived in a welfare home for more than three years, disappeared shortly after the awakening of the experimental mutation, and is suspected of having a stealthy variant ability.

Perpetual motion machine: Andrei Dakoski, born in 1937, is an experimental volunteer soldier with a constant ability to radiate a variant of potential energy positions......

In the study of the Long Island mansion in New York, James looked at the information that Emma had sorted out from the materials brought back from the "Hellfire" Institute, took the wine glass she handed over, and said aloud:

"A few mutants from Sebastian Shaw's side are here?"

"Judging from the images in the mind of Colonel Sergei, who bit his tongue and committed suicide, in addition to the four people I sorted out, there is also a long-haired young man nicknamed 'Riptide', but he doesn't seem to be a mutant found through the channels of the institute."

Emma Frost sat down next to James with another glass of whiskey with ice cubes, clinked glasses with him, and took a sip.

"What do you think of these mutants?"

James shook the crystal cup lightly and asked indifferently, the skills of these mutants are a bit interesting, but they are still of little interest to him.

Emma put down the cup, groaned slightly, and clearly analyzed that Xiao gradually mastered the mutant laboratory and mutant armed forces that belonged to the Soviet military through these mutants.

"Xiao should have gained the trust of 'nesting doll' Nina first, how he did it is not clear, but relying on this most dangerous experimental subject, Xiao further controlled the Goncharov brothers, and the abilities of these two brothers can make Xiao hide his whereabouts and move more freely."

"Like this Andre, it is not difficult to conclude from his information and experience that this is a soldier who is extremely loyal to the Soviet Union, but in the end he still followed Xiao, with the ability to hide his actions and the control of his mind, Xiao can grasp the talents he needs step by step."

James nodded, suddenly laughed, lay on the sofa, rested his head on Emma's snow-white and plump thighs, closed his eyes and said:

"Xiao's original abacus was very perfect, after mastering the high-level of the Soviet side, with the support of a steady stream of new mutant forces, and then relying on nuclear war to destroy the order of the old world, through nuclear radiation to further accelerate the mutant mutation of all mankind, so as to truly occupy a place in the chaotic new world."

Emma's green and white fingertips gently pinched James's forehead, and continued in a clear voice: "But he didn't expect that as soon as he walked on his front feet, he would become a rootless tree again, even if he ......"

Emma suddenly remembered something and asked instead, "Do you think Shaw will abandon the plan for a nuclear war?" Even if the current situation sets off a great war between the two sides, he is just a lonely dog who has lost his home, and there is no great significance. ”

"Yes, because he can't find it again, such a good opportunity."

..........................

The Su-658 H-I class nuclear submarine quietly docked at a port in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA.

During the time of the voyage under the sea, Shaw's mood was very bad, and several mutant followers around him had no clue about it, Nina tried to sneak a peek into Shaw's consciousness, but he stayed alone in the cabin and did not have much chance of contact.

After landing on the shore, Xiao seems to have changed back to his old self, sometimes pompous and enthusiastic words, and incomprehensible jokes. They arrive at a nightclub that Shaw secretly invested in a few years ago, and wait for the guests they will meet tonight.

In 1931, during the Great Depression in the United States, the Nevada State Legislature passed a bill legalizing gambling, and Las Vegas became a gambling city and rose rapidly.

Las Vegas is like two sides of the same coin, one side is hell and the other side is heaven, and the dance hall built by indulgence and pleasure is full of gorgeous and charming atmosphere day and night, and the two extremes are inseparable from each other.

Not far from the Las Vegas Strip, which is full of luxury casinos and replicas of iconic buildings from all over the world, the famous nightclubs gather on the street, Tropical Road.

Outside an atomic nightclub that has not been open for a few years, groups of hot ladies in cool and revealing clothes are twisting their exaggerated undulating hips and walking in.

"This job is finally a little sweet, I like that black haired one, how her ass grows, like a fat peach..."

Agent Mora Maktagut took off his coat and shirt neatly, and scolded his partner helplessly and disgustedly:

"Can you see anything but your ass in your eyes! There's Colonel Hendry over there! ”

Agent Mark Taggett propped himself up on his feet, leaned on the back of the co-pilot's seat and cocked his hips, took off his casual trousers, revealing black boxer lace panties, and the female detective, who had not dated for a long time, thought with some regret that it would be nice to have another pair of stockings.

"Colonel Hendry? The one from NATO? Oh...... Mora, you, your legs are so beautiful. ”

"Thank you!"

The CIA female agent slammed the door and quickly followed the team of "professional" women, she straightened out her long brown and black hair a little nervously, fortunately, she looked good and didn't do any makeup, but she still blended into the nightclub club with extremely tight security at the door.

The Atomic Club was targeted by the CIA because it was suspected to be an intelligence transit point for the Soviet side, and the boss and funding source behind it were also mysterious.

Mora didn't expect that tonight's originally boring stalking operation would encounter such a big fish.

She disguised her unfamiliarity and panic with the club's environment, turned her anger into coquettishness, slapped off the big hand of a man with a Spanish mustache, watched the back of Colonel Bob Hendry and finally flashed into a box with a curtained veil, and hurriedly chased after him.

Mora took a deep breath and lifted the bright red curtain, and before he could use the excuse he had just thought of, he found that the place was empty, and it seemed that the figures who came in one after another were his own illusions.

The detective lady fumbled around with great experience, and finally pulled a handle under the coffee table, and the private room rotated and moved, and a secret door was exposed.

In a discreet and spacious lounge, more elaborate than the outside, Nina Yovanovna sits on a stool in front of the bar, swaying back and forth with her legs that don't reach the floor.

The Goncharov brothers mixed their drinks at the bar, simply poured two martineas and pushed them in front of Shaw.

Sebastian Shaw served Colonel Hendry the bar, wiped his pocket towel, and said with a look of cultivation:

"Bob, we're old friends, and we've been doing well in the 'business' together, so-"

Xiao took a sip of the wine in his glass, pondered for a moment, and continued heartily: "I hope you can once again consider the proposal to deploy Jupiter missiles in Turkey." ”

Colonel Bob Hendry, senior strategic staff officer of the U.S. military and an important representative of NATO military organizations, did not drink the martiny in the cup, stirring the olives inside, and the thick folds of his forehead were squeezed together with the raised eyebrows.

"Sebastian, it is indeed very comfortable to exchange Soviet intelligence business with you, especially in the past year, you have provided a lot of effective overseas deployment of Soviet troops, which has really benefited me, but ......"

The Colonel smiled, leaned back on the soft sofa and spread his hands, snorted helplessly, and continued:

"I don't know why you're so obsessed with digging into the Soviet side, of course! I am glad to see this happen, but once Turkey's strategic missiles are deployed, the development of events will also be very detrimental to the United States. ”

"Shaw, you're trying to cause a war, a nuclear war!"

"Call me the Black Emperor, Mr. Colonel, it's time to ditch the title of the mortal world."

Shaw put down the cup and beckoned to Nina, and the girl jumped out of the chair and threw herself into Shaw's arms.

"Bob, I'm not talking to you so much for anything else, but I'll talk to you later, and it will become very boring, in fact, I like to deal with you."

Nina's eyes were staring at Colonel Hendry, the emerald green eyes were particularly bright, Mr. Colonel looked at this snow-white, bloodless girl, and felt a little uncomfortable, her eyes shining with a demonic brilliance gradually aroused Hendry's consciousness.

Nina gradually approached Hendry's side, put the miserable white little hand on his forehead, Colonel Hendry couldn't stop rolling his eyes, his body twitched slightly, after a while, Nina happily ran back to Xiao's side, and said coquettishly:

"A deep, deep seed, Nina did her best."

Xiao nodded in satisfaction, stroked Nina's little head, and looked at Mr. Colonel, who had finally raised his head, as if he had woken up from a big dream.

"Whose permission is still required for the deployment of strategic missiles." Shaw's voice was emotionless and undulating, and Colonel Hendry, with his head lowered, said seriously:

"There are still two generals who are opposing, and if they can agree to it, then there will be no hindrance to the Turkish strategic deployment plan."

"Create opportunities for me to meet them."

"Yes, sir."

......

Agent Mora Marktagter, who had been watching the crack in the door for a long time, covered her mouth tightly, and crawled out on the ground without a sound, and when she ran back to the old Ford car she was watching, she still had no relief for a long time.

"Levin."

Ms. Mora leisurely shouted to her bespectacled partner, who had always been unreliable, and continued to herself:

"Do you think mutant powers can control a person's mind and behavior......

.......................

"Agent Mark Taggett, we are not ignorant of mutants, we have fought many monsters on the Soviet side over the years, and I know very well that they are just deformed children who have obtained all kinds of strange mutation abilities by relying on terrible genetic modification technology."

"Long tongue, hardened skin, or covered in bacteria...... Something like that! ”

Mr. Mike Cowen, the new director of the CIA, took off his glasses and knealed the bridge of his nose a little tiredly, considering whether to continue to work in the field with the unobtrusive Agent Mark Taggett.

"Sir, I've looked up all the information I've had on the Soviet Army's 'Hellfire' lab and the mutant units I've been in contact with in recent years, and they're not just easy for us to understand, uh... Strong body, speed or... Or disgusting tentacles, or even mutants that are able to change the ambient temperature to a certain extent, and—"

"But there is nothing that can control people's hearts! Mark Tagggart, there are no mutants like this, and there can't be, and I admit that they have some skills that are really incredible, but they still can't stop a sniper rifle bullet. ”

"You know, several of our super soldiers have maintained a record of outperforming these mutants since they joined."

Director Mike Cowan paused and put his glasses back on, he looked no more than fifty years old, but his short hair was gray. Looking at the female detective whose face was full of grievances and frustration, she took a slow breath and whispered:

"Mora, you should understand that such accusations and intelligence cannot be relied upon for our actions, and it is ridiculous that Colonel Bob Hendry has a high level of status and trust in the military... Speculative speculation, I have no reason to accept it. ”

The female detective was not discouraged, her eyes lit up, and she said dryly: "I'll find the evidence, Director Cowen." ”

New York.

NYU Faculty and Staff Lounge.

"Charles, how was the holiday?"

Eric Lanshel took a fruit salad, patted Charles Xavier on the shoulder, and leaned to the side and gulped down.

"Oh yes, it's time to call you Professor, Professor Xavier, Xavier... Awkward surnames, cough, sorry, there are very few surnames starting with X. ”

Charles Xavier, the new lecturer in genetics at New York University, loosened his shoulders a little uncomfortably, took a sandwich he had on the table, and ate breakfast with Raven this morning, and after the first class, he was really hungry.

"Hmm... At present, I am the only one in my family, and Raven and I, and the relationship between my parents... It's a bit complicated, so it's nothing special, you Lanshel, you don't look like someone who stays at home. ”

Eric smiled loudly, said hello to a good-looking female teacher passing by, and continued to chat with Charles casually.

"I went to Sue with the elders of the family... Europe, it's a short-term trip, it's a little regrettable, but it's also relaxed for a few days, cough, speaking of which, you must have a set of writing papers, I know that our majors are very different, but in terms of the entry angle of academic papers, ......"

Charles listened to Eric ask him for advice on essay writing skills, and wondered whether to see what Mr. Lanscher's so-called trip to Europe had been like.

He is full of curiosity and a certain fear of what Eric calls the so-called "elders" in the family.

"Charles Xavier? Professor Xavier of Genetic Mutation and Genetics? I'm Mora Maktaguet, can I talk to you a few words? ”

Charles's mouth was stuffed with a bacon and ham sandwich, and the frantic lady apologized to Eric, and dragged him to the porch outside the lounge, where he breathed a sigh of relief and steadied his words.

"I'm sorry Professor Xavier, I'm a CIA agent, and I have some very important questions to ask you, I understand that you are the most accomplished scholar in the field of genetic mutation, and I don't know if you have a good understanding of mutants-"

"Yes. It can be done. ”

Charles looked directly at the female detective who was quite attractive, slowly swallowed the last bite of the sandwich, as if he had no head to say a word.

"I'm sorry what you said?"

Mora was also stunned, she looked at the young and promising Professor Charles Xavier gently rubbing the side of his forehead for some reason, with a complicated but somewhat strange excitement.

The female agent was sure that she had heard correctly, and that immediately after the words that came out of the mouth of the professor of genetic mutations.

"Mutants can control the mental will, as you can see, Agent Mark Tagggart."

......................

"So, it's like watching a movie? You can see anything I see and anything I think! ”

Mora almost stepped on the gas pedal of the 50's Ford sedan and sped on the road from New York to Virginia, yelling at Charles in some shock.

Raven in the back seat rolled her eyes, deflected abruptly in the car, overtook and hurriedly touched the seat belt buckle, and grabbed the handle on the window with her left hand.

"Hmm... I can describe it this way, Miss Mora, I can call you Mora, in fact, we could have opened a little fuller, and a little slower. ”

I don't know if it was under Charles's words to soothe or if it was affected by something else, the female detective's mood gradually calmed down, and gradually slowed down the car, she rose and fell her body, panting, and said in disbelief:

"I thought this kind of mind control was just some kind of psychiatrist's hypnosis, but it was done through mutants' mutant abilities, but I didn't expect you to be able to- you'd better not look at anything you shouldn't see!"

Mora seemed to have finally realized something, and it would not be a good thing to be happy if all his privacy and secrets were visible in the "eyes" of this man.

After another hour or so, Mora Marktagart took Charles and his "young" sister, who could not be left at home, to the CIA's headquarters in Langley, Virginia, where she arranged for the two to receive visitor badges and eagerly led them to the director's office.

On the way, Charles couldn't stop recalling what he saw in Mora's mind, and when he first met Eric, the secret and terrifying family, the traces of mutants in this world became more and more obvious, and it was difficult to say whether this was good or bad.

Eric Lanshell drove this year's new silver-grey Mercedes-Benz coupe all the way back to Long Island, and when he got out of the car, he tilted his head to look at the brand-new sports car that had not yet been officially put on the market, and felt that he still preferred Ferrari.

However, every year, Dad receives more than a dozen new cars from car brands directly or partially indirectly controlled by various families, and he always has to share the burden for him.

"Sir is waiting for you in the study downstairs, hurry up."

Eric's mother, Mrs. Yinti, helped her son take off his coat, patted him on the back, and urged.

More than ten years have passed, Mrs. Yin Di's complexion and appearance are getting healthier, the only dissatisfaction is that her son's current love life is a little out of tune, she still hopes that Eric can find a marriage of the same nationality and have more children as soon as possible.

James sat cross-legged with Emma in the ashram at the edge of the study, both with their eyes closed. James frowned slightly, as if something was uncomfortable.

Emma's whole body trembled more and more, and her skin and bright golden hair shimmered faintly, looking like an illusion.

Finally, the skin on James's face and neck shattered out of thin air, as if it had been burned and festered by an invisible flame, Eric watched this scene with some horror, but after only a few seconds, James's broken epidermal tissue proliferated and healed rapidly, and returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

"Yes, the intensity is not low, and it can make my body react to injury, this is the first time."

Emma had large beads of sweat on her forehead, and she let out a sigh of relief, and James got up and picked up a towel and gently wiped her sweat.

"I didn't expect you to let go of your spirit and let me use all my strength to use the mind piercing to only suffer some flesh wounds, and ordinary people I would be brain dead if I just used a little force."

Eric leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms, and a smile of envy tuged at the corner of his mouth.

Daddy's spirit and body are indistinguishable from each other, and any damage to the spirit, mind, and even soul realm will be transferred to the body, and the body, which is tough enough to easily resist ordinary artillery without injuring a single bit, can quickly heal and regenerate, there is simply no solution.

"The difference between my physical strength and that of ordinary humans is too big to be comparable, and there is no proper definition of the ability of variants of a non-direct destructive nature, but with the damage response transmitted by my body, there should be four or five levels."

James gently kneaded the top of Emma's head, who was comfortably leaning into his arms, always feeling that the slightest force stimulation could break through some kind of limitation.

"Daddy, what are you looking for me?"

Eric asked with a grin as he threw himself onto the spacious sheepskin couch to the side.

"Sebastian Shaw's traces have been traced, and he has been in contact with a military strategic weapons chief and should continue to meet with two generals who can influence the deployment of strategic missile programs in Turkey."

Eric was in high spirits for a while, and sat up excitedly, this time he failed to catch this "Doctor Schmidt" who had imprisoned and tortured him in Mosk, which made him silently angry in his heart for a long time, and he would not let him go again this time.

Listening to Emma's more detailed information, Eric suddenly remembered something, and said to James with a somewhat playful expression:

"Dad, I suspect that my identity was known by a college colleague, and I didn't hear until today that his major was a genetic mutation."

"He's a mutant?"

Eric shook his head and wondered, "I don't know, but this Professor Charles Xavier seems to be interested in my situation, and he's not quite right. ”

James didn't pay too much attention to it, and told Emma to go down and prepare, rubbing Eric's hair, and seeing that the former boy was already a real man.

"Go back and check this professor, now, let's wait for this long time late, Mr. Xiao."