"Delusional disorder, also known as delusional disorder, requires me to examine your brain, your nerves are likely to have been damaged during previous experiments." Looking at Deadpool lying on the sofa with his left foot on his right foot, Hank on the side couldn't help but laugh in a teasing tone.

"I'm in a great state of mind, I don't need you to check it, and even if you slice my brain and look at it under a microscope, I promise you won't see anything but full of intelligence."

Deadpool rolled his eyes and changed to a more comfortable position to continue lying down.

"What do you mean by clearing the battlefield?" Skipping the previous topic, Hank asked curiously.

"It's written in the letter, and you'll know it after you read it."

Deadpool narrowed his eyes, pulled a cigarette out of his satchel, and smoked it comfortably.

"No smoking here, don't you see the sign on the wall?" Hank really can't figure out how this guy in front of him became a superhero, is it that the acceptance standard of Jell Company is so low?

"I'm sorry, but one after dinner is our family's traditional custom, and it takes precedence over your broken brand." Deadpool smoked a cigarette and swallowed the clouds.

Hank was extremely excited at this time, if the photo was real, wouldn't it mean that Sean and the others might be alive like Alex.

Hank took the photo and frowned slightly, if memory serves, he received Alex's death a few years ago, a death notice from the U.S. military.

It is worth mentioning that our actions have been supported by Mr. President, and if you are willing to intervene and resettle them, we at Jell will give you a fund to build the school, become a shareholder of your college, and promise you that the situation during the Vietnam War will not happen a second time, after all, the government has no right to interfere with and supervise a private school founded by a private enterprise.

"Forget it, Hank, as long as he doesn't set the couch on fire, let him go."

However, when he saw the familiar figure in the photo, he couldn't help but exclaim: "That's right, it's definitely Alex!" How is it possible that he is still alive? ”

Fortunately, at this point, I thought of the Witzel Academy for Gifted Talents, which you founded, and perhaps it would be a good idea to place them in the school.

According to my research, there is a mutant research base on Three Mile Island in the United States, where countless mutants have been dissected, their brains have been cut open by cold scalpels, they are like guinea pigs, they are regarded by researchers as consumables for live experiments, and it can even be said that their experience is equivalent to that of the Jews in the Naqu concentration camp, and it seems that only death awaits them.

"Re-create the Witzel Academy for Geniuses?" Charles muttered softly with a hesitant face.

But even so, the mutants who blindly hid were still hunted down by the military, and some of them were forcibly sent to the battlefield and reduced to cannon fodder, but more were sent to the laboratory and became cold corpses lying on the operating table.

A mutant who shares your philosophy:

Jervais]

"Wardfa! What a miracle of medicine! Looking at Charles, who stood up, Deadpool said with a look of surprise.

Sure enough, when he opened the envelope, he pulled out a folded white piece of paper and a few color photographs.

Charles, who was in a wheelchair, waved his hand absently, and then focused on the envelope in his hand.

Hesitantly, he picked up the photo and flipped through it.

Ahem...... To get back to the point, the main purpose of writing to you this time is actually to explain a bloody and cruel fact, from 1963 to now 1974, the living environment of mutants has deteriorated day by day, people's hatred, rejection, and government suppression, resulting in mutants are like rats in the gutter, can only hide in dark corners and survive.

"Don't be too surprised, Stryker has captured so many mutants, it's normal to have your old acquaintances." Deadpool sat up from the couch and looked around with his extinguished cigarette butt, "Where's your trash can?" As a quality person, I don't want to litter cigarette butts. ”

So when he saw the olive branch thrown by Xia Shang, he was really moved.

Putting the letter on his lap, Charles rubbed his sour eyebrows, I have to say that the content of the letter is very tempting, and his long-dormant heart seems to be showing signs of recovery.

"Hank, do you see if the person in the picture is Alex?" Charles reached out and handed the photo to Hank, and said in an agitated tone.

Hank next to him was not surprised, Charles was incapacitated after injecting the drug he developed, and at the same time, he would also regain his original mobility, but sometimes Charles was used to being in a wheelchair.

[Dear Mr. Charles,

I'm the president and chairman of Jell Corporation, Jervais, I'm glad you received this letter, you must have met Wade at this time, he is a rude guy, if I offend you, I am willing to apologize to you for his actions, besides, I heard Hank say that you don't seem to be in good health, and I really hope you can recover soon.

I, Jervais, was furious when I heard the news, and I told you the truth that I am also a mutant and would never allow this to happen again, so I planned to destroy the research base, but destroying the base was easy, and how to place the rescued mutants was a big problem.

"Put it on the coffee table."

As his gaze swept over a photo, Charles couldn't help but hold his breath, his hands and feet were cold, and suddenly, his action of flipping through the photo came to an abrupt halt, and the whole person suddenly stood up from the wheelchair and lost his voice: "Alex! ”

As the initiator of the X-Men and the founder of the Mutant Academy, he has always wanted to reopen the closed school, because he has always believed that only through education can the future of mutants be saved by changing the concept of mutants and allowing mutants to coexist peacefully with humans.

Charles first spread out the blank paper, looked at the content on it, and his expression changed from the original calm to solemn.

The envelope felt a certain thickness, and he guessed that there should be something else in it besides the letter.

Hopefully we can work together.

"It looks like we were deceived, Alex didn't die on the battlefield at all." Charles said in a deep voice.

Then, he looked at Deadpool, who had just flicked the cigarette butt into the vase, and said with a serious expression: "Please go back and tell Mr. Jervis that I, Charles, have decided to cooperate with him and ask him to destroy that research base as soon as possible and free Alex and them." ”

"No problem, we will call you when the time comes." After getting Charles' phone number, Deadpool heads out of the castle. (End of chapter)