The Moon Knight's flying machine pierced through the night sky like a silvery crescent moon, embedded in the night.

Around it, dark clouds and thunder rolled out, as if the gods were dancing, deafening. Lightning flashed through the dark clouds, piercing the dark canopy and illuminating the silhouette of the aircraft.

It's been a few hours since departure, and they're flying from Canada to Chicago at breakneck speed.

"All... Have you lived in seclusion in the Himalayas since the day of your fall? ”

After listening to the stick's explanation, Hawkeye raised his hand and scratched his hair, which was as gray as the other party, and the helmet was held in his hand.

He was a little shocked, but not particularly shocked.

Ever since he met the White Night and his party who had escaped from another zombie universe, he had found that his acceptance of all kinds of things had improved a lot.

"It was thirty-nine years ago." Matt corrected, then looked at Bai Ye who was standing at the cockpit door, "Go to the mutant forbidden land?" ”

"As you just saw, it will take some time for the Super Soldier Serum to be developed, and this time is enough time for us to find every possible united force in the wasteland."

Bai Ye replied with his support on the back of the driver's seat, it was one of the hundreds of disciples who was flying the plane now, and the old man had not been idle for decades.

These disciples were absolutely loyal to the monastery, and would not say a word even if they were asked to go on a suicidal mission.

The reason for teaming up with Stickman wasn't just for the Moon Knight's flying machine in his hand, and while this kind of technology was extremely rare in the wasteland, it wasn't completely absent.

What is really valued by White Night is this group of trained wrestlers, who are the perfect candidates for the first batch of injections of serum.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are coming." The pilot announced everyone in the cabin over the radio that the aircraft jolted and began to descend from the clouds.

As the altitude decreased, the rain kept flowing on the glass, blurring the vision, but it did not affect the aircraft to slowly land on the ground.

The moment it comes into contact with the ground, a splash of water splashes and droplets fly around.

After stopping, through the glass, you can see that the rain outside is still pouring down to the ground.

Walking out of the cabin, Bai Ye immediately felt the wet air, with a breath of freshness, he raised his hand to touch the edge of the helmet, feeling the raindrops slide down his fingers, wetting his palms.

He turned his head to look at a high-tech city on the edge of the horizon, the outline of which was blurred and distant in the rain.

Modern buildings with dark grey steel and cool blue lights make up the city's unique look, and the black smoke floating low above the city adds a heavy color to the whole city.

This is Illinois in the Midwest of the United States, one of several fiefdoms owned by the Doctor Doom of the universe, and the city in the distance is New Chicago, which he has transformed.

The rest of the group also stepped out of the cabin, all wearing Magneto's helmet on their heads.

Along the way, they had learned who was in charge of the place.

It was none other than the White Queen, Emma Grace Frost, who was able to defeat Professor X's mutant psychic abilities in mind.

At the same time, she can transform her whole body into a hard diamond, or flawlessly change a person's mind, and there are definitely no more than one person in this world who can do this.

"Bell~"

After flicking the helmet on his head, White Night strode towards the city...... A small complex of buildings next to it walked on.

During the Great War, most of the mutants except the X-Men chose to sit on the sidelines, or simply join the Red Skull side.

Emma is somewhere in between, and there are rumors that she will survive the catastrophe by marrying Dr. Doom, but this is probably true given that Doom's last large settlement of mutants, the Mutant Forbidden Land, is located in the heart of American power.

When Bai Ye walked away with the group, the driver quickly pressed a series of buttons and switches on the console.

Under his skillful manipulation, the aircraft began to emit a faint humming sound, gradually merging with the rain curtain and disappearing into the air.

"Someone's coming." As he walked, Old Daredevil suddenly looked up and said, his super hearing could even build a 3D model in his mind that was indistinguishable from reality.

But under the weakening of the helmet and the rain, he could not accurately 'see' the appearance of the comer.

In the rain, two figures in green cloaks seemed to emerge in the distance, as if from an illusory illusion. The pouring rain blurred their silhouettes and made it impossible to see their faces, only to feel a mysterious aura enveloping them.

Several people stopped, looking at the two figures in the distance with some vigilance.

And Bai Ye didn't say anything, just watched the two green cloaked people walk in front of him, they bent down slightly gracefully, stretched out their hands and said back: "Several, the White Queen is invited." ”

If you look in the direction of their fingers, you can see towering gray domes stretching out into the sky in a cluster of low-rise buildings.

After lifting his helmet, Bai Ye looked at the cloak that was so low that he couldn't see his appearance even closely: "Lead the way." ”

According to the plot, fifty years after the Wolf's Quest for the Wasteland, Emma's mind-reading ability was still good, able to read the minds of Hawkeye and Logan, and hiding the fact that she was no longer there in front of them.

Not to mention forty-three years in the current wasteland, going to Magneto to get this helmet is a good deal.

The White Queen doesn't really go into your mind if you don't see it like Professor X, and she doesn't have any taboos about reading and changing other people's minds.

Hearing the response, the two cloaked men immediately turned around and walked forward with a few people, heading towards the building. They walked in the rain, tread on wet pavement, and walked through narrow streets.

Rain was pouring down from the sky, creating a blurred curtain of water. The buildings lining the street were a little indistinct, except for the cool lights of New Chicago barely piercing through the rain, outlining a faint outline.

At the entrance to the building, a glass canopy blocks out all the rain, and in the hall, an ornate sofa sits quietly.

The mysterious blonde woman in white sits on the couch, she wears a mask that obscures her face, revealing only a pair of blue eyes.

Next to the sofa stood an old man, tall and thin, dressed in a neat black leather coat.

The top of his head was bare, without a trace of hair, and his face was carved with many deep wrinkles by the vicissitudes of time, while his lips were tightly pursed, as if he did not really want to speak.