Standing in the ruins, David's skin began to bulge, as if an invisible air sac was inflating his body.

His skin stretched and gradually showed strong muscles, and in a matter of seconds he transformed from a middle-aged man with a scraggard beard to a young man with a strong physique, his skin becoming tense and emitting an eerie green glow.

David stood in the ruins, his skin continuing to swell, his body growing stronger, and his expression became crazy, and the green light in his eyes became even more intense.

"I'm going to destroy everything, and everything will be reduced to ashes! You all deserve to taste what I've been through! David roared, his voice like a roaring hurricane, shaking the buildings around him.

At this time, Xavier's mansion, which served as the Hellfire Hotel, has been mostly destroyed, but fortunately, everyone has been taken out by Quicksilver, reproducing the plot in a wave of apocalypse.

In the midst of David's frantic roar, a news helicopter appeared in the sky, its rotors roaring, attracting everyone's attention. The photographer on board the helicopter clung to the camera and with an excited expression on his face, he began to give a live report on the situation below.

"Hello everyone, our reporter is reporting on the scene for you, and there is an unprecedented conflict here!" The photographer's voice was transmitted through the live broadcast to the ears of the audience on the other end of the signal.

The helicopter hovered in the air, and the photographer focused his lens on the fierce battle between David and White Night. His camera captured the swelling and glowing of David's body, as well as the scene of flying at high speed in the white night to dodge attacks.

"The young superpowered man on the ground seems to have lost his mind, his strength is getting stronger, and the man with the knife is trying to stop him. That's what we're seeing now! The reporter on the side quickly introduced.

The helicopter hovers in the air, and the photographer constantly adjusts the angle to capture the best possible shot. The wind blew from the rotors, sending his hair and camera lanyard fluttering through the air.

"That's right! That's it, let everyone know how good I am! ”

David caught the track of the news helicopter, and instead of being afraid or annoyed, David excitedly waved his hands to let the photographer focus on him.

It seems that this guy has not grown mentally at all in the more than ten years he has been lying in bed, and he is completely a child who wants to be in the limelight, Bai Ye shook his head, this illegitimate son of Professor X still looks a little pitiful.

But this is not his concern, David killed a lot of people before he was locked up, and he can only look pitiful.

Under the photographer's astonished gaze, the man with the knife flew into the helicopter cabin at an alarming speed and asked loudly, "Is this live?" ”

The photographer nodded quickly, then paused the signal.

The reporter pulled back his collar slightly, revealing the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on his shirt, and whispered, "The Director asked us to cooperate with all your actions, Mr. White Night." ”

After finishing speaking, the reporter immediately put on an excited face, and answered with a fluttering eyebrow: "Yes, this unknown superhero, this is a live broadcast, and we are covering this event for audiences all over the world." “

Bai Ye carefully looked at the two in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face.

Professor X's mansion was sold, Fury, who had contact with Professor X, lost his memory, and Professor X's illegitimate son was raised in the current Hellfire Hotel and said that these things had nothing to do with Charles Xavier, would anyone believe it?

Bai Ye grabbed the camera and held it up to his face. The smile on his face disappeared, and he spoke indifferently: "Charles Xavier, I don't know if you are squatting in some basement or on the way here, but you better solve the trouble your son has caused yourself." ”

His voice was heard throughout the cabin, as well as to all the viewers watching the channel: "What do you do with X-Men?" Is it just to eat dry rice? ”

The words were full of reproach, and he seemed to be challenging a man named Charles Xavier and the X-Men he led to face the crisis firsthand. The photographer transmitted the scene of this moment to the audience of the whole city, so that everyone could hear the words of the white night.

"Aunt May? Come and see this! ”

A young man with a beautiful face slapped away all kinds of bags thrown on the sofa, jumped on them and lay down, and shouted as he stared at the TV in front of him.

The Aunt May in his mouth was a beautiful red-haired woman, who walked behind the young man with a cup, glanced at the picture on the TV screen, and then said with a smile: "Who is this, Peter?" Hulk? ”

"Nope! The Hulk is green, and it doesn't fly. This one. I don't know about this. The young man named Peter hurriedly explained, but he was speechless after two remarks, for he had never seen this man before.

But he quickly put that behind him and stared at the Asian man on the TV with sparkling eyes.

Oh my God, how nice it would be if I could be a superhero myself? Then it's worth dying.

In the ornate ballroom, tall crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, illuminating the spacious marble floor.

A coquettishly dressed mustachioed man stands out, wearing a tailored suit with a carefully knotted tie and a neatly trimmed beard with an irreverent charm. The hair is neatly combed and stylish, and the eyes sparkle with wit.

The gentleman was chatting with the other guests, sipping a glass of wine and stirring up the atmosphere with humorous words. His smile is confident and charming, and he is the center of the banquet.

"Sir, I have a message here that may be of interest to you, it is not far from your location." A voice suddenly came from the mustachioed man's headphones, so the man smiled and pushed away the surrounding guests, pulling out his mobile phone to watch the live recording of the live TV, which was specially recorded by his AI assistant.

In the picture, the magnificent view of the castle is almost breathtaking. The first was the shattering of the castle, a huge shock wave that tore the building to shreds, and dust and smoke filled the air. Then, a man flies away from the castle in the explosion, levitating in the air and floating towards a helicopter.

The mustachioed man's eyes were fixed on the screen, his eyes revealing a deep interest, and then a smile appeared, "Jarvis, activate the armor on my car, I'm going to take a look there." ”

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of viewers are tuning in to the station's live broadcast at the same time, and the power of S.H.I.E.L.D. is secretly working, causing every channel to switch to a state of emergency and broadcast here, and the number of viewers has skyrocketed.

It's just that among these audiences, there is one of the most special and critical people who is watching silently.

A bald man in a wheelchair stares at a television screen in a room decorated with a cultural vibe, with old paintings on the walls and bookshelves full of ancient books. An ancient piano quietly occupies a corner of the room.

The bald man's eyes are deep, and his wrinkled face reveals the traces of time. He sighed softly, his eyes pausing for a moment on the TV screen, and his face showed a hint of helplessness and worry.

He pressed his temple and silently said to the crowd, "I think you have seen what is happening, and it seems that we will not be able to hide from society forever. ”

"Come to me, my X-Men."

(End of chapter)