Nidrob and his companions lay on their stomachs in the jungle.

It wasn't until nightfall, when the dead silence of the primeval woodland began to hear the chirping and whimpering of animals, that it slowly moved back in the direction of Wakanda.

They looked all the way at the bulldozed messy passage, where Okouman and Neovi, who were surrounded by two people, were fused from their roots and pushed aside, and the common shrubs and acacia grass were crushed into patches of green grass mats.

The changes on the outskirts of Wakanda even made them lose their way for a while, but the passage was large enough to carry two large transport trucks in parallel and extended into the interior of the kingdom.

Bang, bang, bang....

The bags in their hands fell to the ground, and Nidrob did not cry, but ran desperately towards the plain by the lake, beating his legs frantically, and stumbling over stones from time to time.

As he ran, tears gushed silently, and he pounced on the people who were dense and covered the entire river valley plain.

Nidrob wiped his tears, his collapsed nose twitched, he took off T'Chaca's panther helmet, and still shook his brother's body without shouting.

More and more Wakandans came out of the caves or the dense forest, and the sorrow of crying rose and fell, and Nidrob looked at T'Chaka in disbelief and twitched the corners of his mouth, and he wanted to rise and fall and listen to the faint heartbeat in the vibranium armor.

Gradually, the Wakanda warriors who collapsed on the grass and dirt like dead bodies got up one after another, they looked around blankly, it was already dark, but they could still clearly see that each other was safe and sound, and there was no damage on their bodies.

"It's all right, Nidrob, don't cry."

T'Challa gently patted his younger brother, who was finally crying, grabbed the helmet on the ground, and looked around eagerly, looking at the people hugging and crying each other, everything was fine, nothing seemed to have changed.

He let out a long sigh of relief, probably having a plan in his heart, and inadvertently glanced at the northwest direction, and the helmet in his hand fell to the ground.

Wakanda, a hidden country that has lasted for thousands of years, nothing has changed, and everything has changed.

......

Early in the morning, Manhattan, New York.

New S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Mutant Force Research Laboratory.

No matter how much Hank McCoy could guarantee that the experiment would go well, Charles Xavier still hesitated to sit on the chair that looked like a hairdresser's perm.

He remembered the pain of stabbing the iron drill in his brain and mixing it with it.

"Mr. Stark from the Scientific R&D Department came to see it and gave me a lot of advice, and he also participated in changing the sensitivity and power of the synaptic connectors."

"He's a genius indeed, and I've heard that he recently decomposed an unknown energy captured during World War II, and he might not be able to win the Nobel Prize for discovering a new element."

A slender Hank dragged his huge leather shoes, which were seriously out of proportion with his body, and praised Howard Stark admirably as he checked the data settings over and over again on the console.

After hearing this, Charles subconsciously raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes, looked at the brainwave device that was quite decent, and felt that it was a bit like an electric chair used by a death row prisoner.

"Thank you Hank, that Mr. Stark is not a reliable person, and your comfort is really helpful."

He muttered, but finally walked up the steps and sat down.

Hank McCoy's palms were sweaty, he walked on his white coat, turned around and carefully lifted the silver-gray EEA 2.0 helmet, sighed, and slowly placed it on Charles's head with thick black hair.

"Ahem... Professor Xavier, then, didn't Revan come with you today?"

"Just call me Charles, Raven has been running out lately, and now that I have the faculty and staff of the academy, and the consultants here, I can't keep an eye on her every day like before."

Hank pushed his glasses a little lost, signaled to Charles that the helmet was already on, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he still asked with a squeak:

"Raven: Does she like to watch movies? Me, I have two tickets for the premiere of Miss Monroe's new film "Mandarin Duck Spectrum", which is a western romance movie......

Hank began to talk about the plot synopsis of the movie, constantly trying to clarify that this film must be wonderful and worth watching, Charles was a little stunned, scratched his forehead, laughed, and continued:

"Hank! I'm sure it's going to be a good movie, Raven will be interested, she's always loved hanging out, but you'll have to be careful to keep an eye on her and don't mess with her abilities. And then.. Isn't it time for us to begin?"

"Oh! Yes, yes, this time, the brainwave meter is improved and a smoke power valve is installed, which will gradually increase the radiation range with your brainwave exploration, and it will not start with..' Burst your brains..."

Hank nodded busily, his white and delicate cheeks flushed, and he spoke very quickly to explain the improved features and optimization content of the instrument, and just wanted to ask what Raven's variant ability was, and he had already pressed the start button in his hand.

Bang, bang, bang......

A faint blue light passed from the console, and along the cluster of alloy-wrapped pipes to the helmet that Charles was wearing, his face was reflected by the dark blue light very mysteriously, and the brain was quickly stabilized after a few short pinprick pains.

Charles Xavier spread his psychic power, covering the entire Manhattan area almost instantly, and as his thoughts extended, the energy amplification rate of the brainwave meter also increased, although it was still a little unstable, and his temples would feel swelling and pain from time to time, but it was basically normal to use.

"How?"

Hank looked at Mr. Professor, who was gradually showing a little fanatical smile, and asked worriedly, Charles's mind seemed to have drifted to an unknown distance, his eyes looked at Hanke's face, but the focus was thousands of miles away.

Charles Xavier's mind seemed to have a world shrouded in gray fog, and only life had color.

The dense and endless ordinary human beings are white, and the sporadic red brainwave images are mutants, but they are particularly conspicuous in the vast sea of people, and there are even green orangutans and blue dolphins with a high brainwave frequency and similar to humans......

Charles can project perceptual thoughts into their minds at will, and instantly obtain the other party's vision and thoughts, he controls his telepathy, shields out the endless majestic thoughts of beings, and focuses his attention on the dazzling red brainwave figure.

At this moment, in the blink of an eye, he could harness the power of the will of thousands of lives, making him unconsciously intoxicated by it. The mutant's unique brainwave image can only be used to distinguish their mutant identity, but it can't judge the mutant's ability and level, but Charles can project it into the other person's brain at any time, not only seeing what he sees and thinking about him, but also going through the person's life in an instant.

From time to time, he sat in a taxi, looking at the lively Broadway streets of New York, and from time to time he noticed whether there were any customers greeting him on the side of the road, and his hand holding the steering wheel was dark, thick and powerful.

From time to time, dancing on the stage of a bar where no customers have yet sat down, the posture is flipped and seductive, as if it is some kind of male favorite show......

The whole of New York City, soon in Charles's mind, saw a special shadow in the direction of Long Island, not red and white or any animal color, but faintly shining, like a diamond as a spiritual image, divided into eye-catching.

He probed curiously, and before he could make contact, he hurriedly retreated, and disappeared in a flash.

Charles soon realized that this was the young lady who was not to be messed with, and he ran away sensibly, expanding further afield, with New York as the center, and exploring all the way.

Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washington.

His consciousness even came to the White House, because there, too, there was a bright red shadow.

"Humph! It's smart."

In the Howlett Manor Mansion on Long Island, New York, Emma Frost stood up violently from the soft and thick velvet quilt, grabbed the corner of the quilt with one hand, covering the white and tender plump on her chest, her eyes flashed, she raised her eyebrows, and snorted coldly.

"What's wrong?"

James Howley asked curiously as he grabbed Emma's but extraordinarily strong waist.

The instant sharpness in Emma's eyes suddenly turned into a pool of clear water, burrowed back into the quilt, and wrapped around James's golden jade body.

"It's that young professor, he should have used some kind of equipment to greatly increase the projection range of psychic power, when I was at Fisher Stadium, I felt the vast sea of spiritual power swept away, and I thought it would be the mutant under Xiao."

Emma explained softly while rubbing the skin of James' chest and comparing it with herself.

Although she completely mastered the mutation ability after the breakthrough, and after unlocking the diamond transformation, her skin became incredibly good, not only moist and white, but also smooth and seemed to be the most tender egg white, and even the pores were not visible.

But even so, it seems to be inferior to James.

His body is an all-round perfection, with skeletal proportions and body shape, which is implied with a certain aesthetic charm, from every strand of hair to the white jade-colored teeth that are as flat as snow, as if they have evolved to the extreme of human beings.

"Is it possible that he is in his own power?"

James has always been very curious about the forms of power in the realm of the mind, but this aspect is too mysterious to describe in words.

"No, the traces of that kind of power with a special energy fluctuation amplification are very obvious, but with his telepathy and the assistance of such an instrument, it is possible to grasp the mind and spirit of the intelligent life of the entire world."

Emma looked at James with some concern, of course she herself would not be affected, especially since she could still hold up a wide range of psychic barriers after diamondization.

James's spirit is even more one with the body, and you can't even "see" his mental image, as if he is an ordinary human being, but when you really try to dig deeper, you will find that your spiritual power is facing a majestic mountain range.

Maybe there are not many people in the world who protect themselves under the powerful spiritual power of Charles Xavier.

James' hand was kneading something in the bed, shook his head, and smiled softly:

"The development of materials to shield telepathy in the research institute is getting better and better, and this colleague of Eric should have received official help, such a power... We don't need to worry, he's already got himself in big trouble."

Emma's face flushed and she didn't say a word, and covered the quilt again. After being reborn, her physical fitness has also been greatly improved.

Washington, White House Rotunda.

......

"Okay! Mr. President, the FBI will do its best to cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D., and you can rest assured."

At the behest of President John F. Kennedy, Edgar Hoover and the newly reorganized S.H.I.E.L.D., secretary of intelligence, Roger Dowley, expressed his position on the investigation plan of the mutant forces.

In public, Director Hoover's deference to successive presidents has never been too high.

Even though decades have passed, and his so-called "shadow leader" title has long spread throughout American politics, he is still cautious enough at the official level.

President Kennedy finally gave two instructions, and with special concern, he proposed to report to himself in detail at all stages of the investigation.

Hoover lowered his head, as if he was really old and not in good spirits, he looked at the knotted scars on the legs of the oak table, and suddenly became interested in Mr. President's unusual attitude.

That's it, mutant affairs are the first priority of American intelligence, and I still have some mention

The bill is to be signed, two-"

"Mr. President, I would like to have a few more important pieces of intelligence to communicate with you."

Kennedy nodded unhappily, but his expression was as usual, nothing unusual, shook hands with Roger Dooley, said a few words of encouragement, and finally stayed alone with Edgar Hoover in the rotunda.

Mr. President suddenly felt a little awkward, and his side ribs were itching and tingling.

Hoover stretched his legs, slumped back on the couch, spread his hands outstretched, and became as if he were in his own home, and he got up sharply, went to the side, expertly opened the wine cabinet, and poured himself half a glass of whiskey.

"Where's the ice?"

"Ice—"

Kennedy subconsciously just popped out a word, and then closed his mouth tightly, he watched Hoover rummage around on his own, barely took a sip without adding ice cubes, and said in a loud voice.

"Sir, Brother Ling's affairs have a very bad impact! He and that female star, Miss Monroe, whom you are also very familiar with, have been photographed on many occasions."

Hoover used the word "very familiar" with a strange meaning, and the vigor that President Kennedy had just brought up suddenly became dumb, and he pinched the cap of his pen and watched as his chief continued to report loyally:

"You know, the outside world will make a fuss about the 'Kennedy, this surname, and even associate the two brothers, and Hollywood's third-rate writers are crazy!'" It's the best romantic story template ever, and someone has photographed—"

"Okay, Director Hoover, no matter who filmed what or how you filmed it, you must have a way to deal with it, you don't need to tell me anymore, if the investigation bureau is not funded enough recently, I will write a proposal to the House."

John F. Kennedy was not loud, but his tone firmly stopped Hoover's next performance, no American president has avoided being pinched or co-opted by him for more than 30 years, and the person who can sit in this position has long been unimportant.

A politician is a special creature.

"Ahem, the funding problem is actually not big, I'm a little uneasy, this newly established S.H.I.E.L.D. has too few power constraints, and what intelligence work will they do? Originally, I was engaged in weapons research! It would be troublesome to split another intelligence agency within the United States."

"Then what do you say, let the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D. cooperate, how about you go inside and take on a board membership?" "I think it's possible!"

Hoover immediately seized Kennedy's tentative inquiry, and it was quite an unshirkable sacrifice that he was a bit old and obliged to sacrifice.

"Hehe... Mr. Director, I am really worried about the United States every day, and my heart is broken, just as you did twenty years ago, when you proposed to the authorities to send me to the Pacific theater, and a little lieutenant was able to get into your eyes."

Mr. President buttoned up his pen cap and talked to Hoover about his experience when he was a lieutenant in the Navy with a smile.

"Alas, you also know the nature of my job, although I was only a lieutenant, but your position at that time was very important, the officer of the Foreign Intelligence Division of the Naval Intelligence Office was involved with a lady who was suspected of being a spy, and being transferred to the front line was also a kind of protection,

And—"

Hoover's somewhat bulging eyes, loose eyelids, and the last sip of whiskey were drunk, and he said leisurely for a few seconds:

"And by virtue of that heroic victory in the swimming battle, you have the great prestige and political capital of the American battle hero, right?"

After a while.

Mr. Hoover, who came out of the rotunda, was in no hurry to leave, he sat down on a bench in the corner hallway, and did not bother with the passing White House staff.

In 1943, after Lieutenant John F. Kennedy, a naval lieutenant sent to the Pacific Theater, was torpedoed and sunk by the Japanese when the torpedo ship PT-109 was sunk by the Japanese, Lieutenant Kennedy rescued many of his officers and men with amazing courage and finally swam to victory.

After a few months of recuperation in the hospital, Kennedy returned to the United States and became a famous combat hero, even not inferior to the man who now has only a sealed code name.

"Armed swimming more than a dozen nautical miles offshore. And led seven or eight people... Hey, hey!"

Hoover smiled slyly, the president had overboasted about his achievements, and the veteran Hoover Director kept flashing information about Kennedy's early and recent years, down to the point of his personal medical records.

With a bang, a thought exploded out of thin air in my head.

Edgar Hoover was stunned, his lips silently twining up and down, and many bits and pieces of details were connected in his mind, and the reports about mutant groups that had existed in human society for decades, and even the number of them were increasing in a stepwise manner, appeared in front of him page after page.

Mr. Hoover, the director of the FBI at the time and founded the FBI, almost had a thought in his mind.

......

"President Kennedy is a mutant!"

Charles Xavier gasped and withdrew from the amplification of the brainwave monitor, and he didn't continue to explore, his mind flashing back to the only bright red brainwave image he had seen in the White House.

That's sitting in the rotunda of the White House, the current Mr. President.

......

Far away on the roof of the world, deep in the Himalayas, an ancient temple-like building stands mysteriously halfway up the snowy peak.

This wooden and stone palace of considerable scale is delicate but not gorgeous, with eaves and stacked buildings, standing here alone, but there is no way up the mountain, as if it fell from the blue dome out of thin air.

But I didn't expect that there were really people living here in the ancient hall of the deep mountains that were so unpopular and extinct. "Supreme Mage."

An old-looking, yellow-skinned man with gray hair and beard, dressed in an ochre-red robe, stepped out of a circle of light that twisted the fine sparks, bowed his head to the temple-like hall, and saluted respectfully.

"Master Wang, how is the restoration of the Weishan Emperor's enchantment?"

"Back to the Supreme Mage, the barrier is no longer in trouble, the uninhabited valley on that continent has been crumbled into a desperate domain, very similar to the 'cannonballs' that were dropped on the neon in the secular realm more than ten years ago."

A thin figure with purple wide sleeves sitting cross-legged on a futon floated into the air, and then walked down the stone steps with his legs apart.

She had waist-length white blonde hair, a tall but thin figure, and she looked like a young woman in her countenance, but she could speak and behave like a man.

Except for a quaint brass pendant hanging on his chest, dressed in purple, there is nothing else.

She opened her thin lips lightly, her timbre was indistinguishable, clear as a jade jue, and the language she spoke was actually a Chinese language that James was all too familiar with.

"It won't be done by mortals, the Trinity Weishan Emperor Enchantment created by the Holy of Holies is guarded against magic and the demonic power of the alien space, and the destruction of the cannonball flames, meteors and meteorites cannot affect the enchantment."

"That's..."

"It was the explosion of extremely pure life energy and powerful soul consciousness that made the power of Emperor Weishan appear hollow, if it wasn't far away from the heavenly dome, this power would probably make the nearest Holy of Holies seal collapse immediately.

The Supreme Master pondered for a moment, rubbed the brass pendant in his hand a few times, and then commanded:

"Master Wang, go down and prepare, the work of setting up a new Holy of Holies in New York will require you to worry a lot."

Master Wang, who was not young and not tall, folded his hands and saluted, and shook his rather strong and sturdy body with powerful steps, leaving the temple hall made of ancient mahogany and slatted bluestone.

The young and handsome Supreme Master took out a brass ring from his sleeve with two fingers pierced, pinched the trick in his hand, spun and slashed open a circular portal with sparkling sparks, strode closer, leaped into it, and disappeared.

The last spark fell on the stone steps of the temple, and the old hall, where even the air could smell tranquility and the crisp sound of the brass bells could be seen, became empty again.

It seems that for thousands of years, there has never been a human trace.

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