"Slow down, be quiet, I'm going to answer the phone, oh! It's damn bad, ahem... Well, it's me, what's the matter, William."

Mr. President picked up the phone from Secretary of Defense William Perry, tugging at his tie to try to loosen his neck, as he seemed to feel the heat in the rotunda, and moved his ass strangely.

After a while, listening to the hurried voice in the microphone for a moment, Mr. President's originally fluttering eyes suddenly widened and shouted:

"What! Make it clear!"

Monica, a young White House intern, didn't know why Mr. President suddenly pushed her head so hard, but just watched him blush and waved her hand, and didn't even give her time to help straighten the zipper.

Rubbing the corners of her mouth in a panic, Monica pressed her somewhat unkempt black hair, straightened her skirt and walked out of the rotunda office quickly. Only Mr. President himself was left in the room, but he still kept his voice down, and almost muffled his voice:

「…… What does it mean to be uncertain! Four orbital fortresses were destroyed, something in the universe entered the atmosphere, and you told me that you couldn't be sure what it was? Do those aliens have to shout at the door to declare war?"

President Clinton was gasping for breath, he knew that the Department of Defense was actually very useless in the current world situation, but no matter how much it was an ornament, there should be some limits.

With no one around, it's not an exaggeration to reveal some true emotional states as the president of a country, not to mention that this news could well mean that the war between all of humanity and the alien empire is about to begin.

「…… What does the Howlett Group say? What about the gentleman? Damn it! It's been a long time because you want me to call and ask! Huh?"

Mr. President slammed the telephone receiver, and the "Perseverance Table" remodeled by the ship's wood was still as steady as a rock, and it did not know how many times it had endured such venting actions in the past century.

President Clinton took four or five deep breaths, and just as he wanted to pick up the phone, he looked down and saw that the zipper of his pants was still open, his old face was red, and he cleaned it up neatly, and then dialed the extension to convey it.

"Hey, pick me up that line, yes, that's right, line X."

……

Knock, knock.

"Sir, the phone call of the President of the United States, do you see?"

Mr. Butler knocked twice on the open door of the study, and Master Asazzo and the blue-velvet Mr. McCoy were standing at James' desk, talking solemnly.

The housekeeper keenly felt that the atmosphere in the study was not right, so he could only ask hard, and when he saw James waving his hand, he casually ordered: "Don't answer, and similar messy calls will be transferred to Steve's side first."

The butler leaned away and closed the door at the same time, and in the study, James leaned quietly on the back of the chair, the fingertips of both hands touched, and asked softly:

"Isn't there anything else coming in besides the energy mass that destroyed the outer surveillance group and the fortress ring?"

The dark blue mane on the "beast's" chin has been trimmed into a braided shape, and it seems that Laura's technique has become much more sophisticated.

Seeing that Mr. Howlett motioned for him to sit down, Hank shrank in the circle chair and shook his head cautiously.

"I'm sorry sir, but we can't be sure yet, after the outer orbital defense line was instantly broken through by that energy body, it caused a detection vacuum for a period of time, maybe something else followed into the Earth's atmosphere, or even this energy body was some kind of weapon that was launched."

Hank McCoy, as one of the leaders of the family science group, found the Red Devil in the "Wolf's Lair" base as soon as he received the alarm message, and teleported back to the old mansion to report the situation to James.

But even he didn't have much of a clue about this sudden incident.

「…… At that time, there was a 'cosmic storm, and the planned experimental spacecraft was also affected, and now the spacecraft has returned to its home on its own, and the four researchers are temporarily unconscious, and it is certain that the nature of this energy that has penetrated the outer defense line is completely different from that of the cosmic storm."

Asazo saw that Daddy habitually picked up the cigar box, slowly lit it and bit it in his mouth, unlike Hank, who nervously poured half a glass of juniper berries from the wine cabinet and smacked it in small sips.

"Eric has brought someone

Go to the last place where the thing disappeared, it seems to be only more than a hundred kilometers away from the wolf's lair, Daddy, do you think it will go for the Cosmic Rubik's Cube?"

The sun shrouded James's face through the smoke, and he did not respond to Asazzo's speculation, and after a long pause, he said solemnly:

"The whole legion is in combat readiness, and the extraterrestrial orbit defense system that will be repaired as soon as possible will allow Peggy to mobilize all the intelligence forces, and pay attention to the situation of those researchers."

Raising his chin slightly, he drank the last sip of the amber liquid in his mind, and raised his hand to open a black-red spatial portal more than one person high in the study.

Bursts of frost and snow blew through the portal onto the floor of the study, quickly turning into a little water stain, and on the other side was a cold and steep world, which disappeared as the portal shrank to a point, and there was no one in the study.

"Ho..."

A faint white mist spat out from between her moist red lips, and Jean Grey seemed to have been awakened to sleep by the sun in the morning, still kneeling on the ice field and raising her hands to cover the light.

She frowned and slowly rose into the air, landing her feet again.

The girl raised her chest and took a deep breath, shook off her white cloak and stretched her waist widely, wearing only a close-fitting indigo training uniform, blinking curiously and looking around at the uninhabited, dead ice field.

As if she had finally determined her direction, Jean Grey walked towards the location of the "Wolf's Lair" step by step, but the track she walked on the ice field did not leave any footprints......

Scott Summers hurriedly changed into a battle laser glasses in the shape of a "one", and without even putting on a thick warm cloak, he rushed towards the exit above the base.

He had been practicing in the training ground in Area C just now, and only after the training was over did he know that there was an anomaly on the ice field, and the Sirius Legion had all entered a state of combat readiness.

Thinking of Jean, who was still practicing alone outside the base, Scott was very worried, maybe at this moment he had forgotten the level of power on Jean Greyming's face, and was only under the "Big Three".

"yes, no—hey, hey."

Little Mr. Summers, who was running wildly in the corridor, almost collided with a beautiful figure, and before he could say sorry, he was bound by an invisible force, and he was firmly fixed in mid-air.

Through the ruby lenses, the familiar face of beauty was the one he was desperately looking for.

"Jean! Thank goodness you're finally back, something may have happened on the ice field, the legion has gone on full alert, and I've heard that His Excellency Magneto has arrived with his squad."

Scott hung in the air and said the worry in his heart, but until he finished speaking, Jean Grey still only hung her hands at her side, looking at herself with interest, and the mental power that bound his body did not unravel.

"Hmm~ I see."

Poof.

As Jean's eyebrows drooped, Scott was suddenly put down unprepared, stumbled and stumbled when he landed, and almost "dog eating" in front of Jean.

He blushed in embarrassment and hurriedly got up, but only a second after he threw himself on the ground, Scott saw that Jean was not standing on the alloy floor tiles, but his boots were three or two centimeters off the ground, and he was always suspended in mid-air step by step.

Scott subconsciously stirred his Adam's apple, and he guessed that Jean must have made great progress in his cultivation during this time.

Although Jean Grey's power has always been unfathomable, it is said that only a few high-ranking family members have seen the true strength with their own eyes.

But just now, she didn't need any gesture assistance to control her powerful telekinesis, and she also walked in such a natural state of walking in the air, which was a lot more advanced than before.

The girl just replied lightly and ignored Scott, and walked leisurely towards the dormitory next to her, the indescribable strangeness between words and actions, just the swaying and charming gait, which made Scott look stunned.

He frowned strangely, but still followed uneasily.

"Jean... You, are you okay? You don't look ......."

This road was originally the accommodation area for the legionnaires, and the two of them did not walk a few steps to the door of the room belonging to Qin.

"Also

Okay? Of course it's good, it's great, well... It's just that this dress is too ugly!"

Swish!

The metal portal scanned Jean's identity and quickly opened, and she looked down at the tightly wrapped training clothes in dissatisfaction, not minding that Scott Summers was standing in the doorway, taking off her shirt as she walked into the room.

"Ahem, ahem..."

Just a glance at the pretty back, Scott coughed again and again and turned his head in embarrassment, standing at the door to enter or retreat.

He feigned curiosity about the cold door frame, listened to the faint sound of clothes falling to the ground and rummaging through drawers, and even the shielding glasses on his head were a little hot from the excessive power.

Hiss, hiss......

With a few shrill tearing sounds, Jean Grey finally changed her clothes and walked to the door, ignoring the room that would be turned upside down, and looking at the young man who was as sluggish as wood couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose, and laughed loudly:

"Hee-hee-hee, these glasses won't affect your vision, come, help me see how this body is?"

Jean Grey raised her eyebrows at Scott with fiery eyes, and pinched her narrow waist with both hands in a big square circle in front of him.

It was a black tight-fitting one-piece suit, but a "V" neck was torn deep from its chest, like a phoenix with wings outstretched, revealing large areas of white and tender towering skin.

The trouser legs of the lower body were ripped off in unison, leaving only the fabric that could wrap around the soft hips, and a pair of knee-high boots showed off all the beautiful curves.

"Boom!"

Swallowing heavily, Scott opened his mouth wide and tried to say something, but after a long time he still didn't say why.

"Ho...... Forget it, don't talk about it, but look at you like this... Well, the effect should be good~

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