"What's wrong? What do you mean by not moving and letting me take the lead in the second round? I told you not to be humble. If I strike first, you may not have any chance at all."
Russell said with infinite arrogance. Of course he knew there would be no second round. He said this to deepen the negative emotions of the opponent.
An instant kill will not bring despair, but will make the opponent dissatisfied and inspire deeper fighting spirit because they do not see the gap.
Only when they work hard and go all out and find that whether they do it or not does not affect the result will despair arise!
The plan was implemented so successfully that the X-Men and the team had lost their fighting spirit.
Among the seven, Pietro and Hank fell into a coma; Alex and Qin were severely exhausted and unable to form combat effectiveness in a short period of time; Nightcrawler Wagner was half-clothed and frightened by the blade, and was in a daze, in urgent need of psychological counseling.
Only Charles and Raven were fine, but they couldn't fight Russell with one hand in close combat, and they couldn't break through the electromagnetic defense at long range. It could be said that they were completely defeated.
"There is no second round, we lost!"
Charles looked at Eric with a wry smile, and finally understood the reason why his good friend had fallen so hard. It was the disparity in strength that made him put aside his dignity and kneel down to save his family.
For the sake of his family, Eric had to surrender to Bald Death. It would be the same for him. For the safety of his students, he was willing to make the same choice.
He is just a prisoner. As long as everyone can be saved, there is no harm in sacrificing him.
Qin hurriedly said: "No, Charles, we can still..."
"No, that's it for now!"
Charles flatly refused. Even if he was lucky enough to defeat Russell, the opponent still had Psylocke and Deadpool yet to take action. He didn't know how strong the two of them were. Even if they were only half as strong as Russell, they would be enough to crush the X-Men.
The gap between the two sides is too obvious. Courage and perseverance cannot make up for the gap. It is better to be more cheerful and vote directly.
Click!
The car door opened, Eric gently raised his hand, and used his ability to place Professor X in the wheelchair on the ground. The two of them walked around the pit and came to Charles.
"..."
The X-Men frowned. The shape of Professor
Among all this, Qin was the only one who looked like she had seen a ghost. She looked at Professor
Logan: (???????)
The most shocked person was the person involved, Charles. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at Professor
"Hello, Charles!"
"You, you...you are...where did your hair go..."
"Let me introduce myself. I am Charles Francis Xavier. What a coincidence. Our names are exactly the same, and even our abilities are very similar." Professor X smiled and nodded, and pointed at his temples, establishing a spiritual connection with Charles.
Charles's eyes were dull, and the mental defense he had spent countless efforts building collapsed in an instant. As a person from a different time, his temper was far worse than that of Professor X. The latter's entry into his spiritual world was like visiting his own back garden.
You can come and go as you please, and Professor
Professor
"WTF!!"
After a while, Charles woke up and looked at his future self: "So, that mutant named Apocalypse will make me go bald... no, make you bald?"
Professor
"No problem, don't worry, leave it to me. I've already prepared the blade." Eric put his hands on his hips and laughed triumphantly: "Hahaha!! How about it, Charles, do I understand you very well?"
…
Half an hour later, the school bus took the students back to the college from the air-raid shelter. Teachers were busy shuttled between them, and everything began to go on track.
Principal room!
Charles stroked his fresh hair and cast a grateful look at Eric next to him. The latter, with shiny hair and blurred eyes, was sitting on the sofa doubting life.
Charles was not bald, but Eric was bald. When he was in the garden, he didn't know which muscle was wrong, he danced a little sand sculpture, and then shaved off all his hair with a razor blade, not even leaving any eyebrows.
Unable to stop him, Eric became emotional and threatened that he would die with anyone who dared to stop him.
The tone was so strong that no one could use it, not even Professor X's persuasion.
The bystanders were silent. Eric's behavior at that time was very strange, and he was probably controlled by someone present.
Everyone knew who it was, but it was useless to know who it was. They lacked conclusive evidence to randomly identify the murderer, so the matter had to be dropped and became a recognized unsolved case.
"Too little. Can you give me some more memories from the future?" Charles applied to turn on the rebirth link.
"Charles, I tell you about the future to make you feel a sense of crisis and work hard to deal with the coming crisis, not to let you get something for nothing." Professor X said.
Why work hard when you can get something for nothing?
Charles' eyes widened. His future self was too paranoid. Being familiar with the future and eliminating the source of danger in advance could not only prevent the disaster from happening, but also prevent the X-Men from being killed in the line of duty. Wouldn't it be better to have the best of both worlds?
Of course, he does not deny the importance of hard work. After all, only when you are stronger can you better deal with crises.
Professor What is the difference between the memory in my mind and gambling?"
Charles was thoughtful when he heard this, his brows furrowed and he remained silent.
"Work hard. Your own strength is the last word. Only when you and the X-Men become stronger together can you calmly use them when the crisis comes."
One had a bald head and the other had long hair. The two chatted for a long time, and finally they tacitly agreed to focus on a recent crisis.
Apocalypse!
Charles hates Apocalypse deeply. In the future, he will have no hair on his forehead because of Apocalypse. Moreover, this self-proclaimed god is so ambitious that he will push mutants to oppose humans, and must be eliminated as soon as possible to avoid future troubles.
Charles analyzed: "I think we should fight quickly, use the brainwave enhancement device to attract him out, and then release Qin's power to give him a fatal blow."
Professor X disagreed: "No, if Qin loses control, she will be more dangerous than Apocalypse."
"We should trust Jean, shouldn't we?"
"I trust Jean and that she can control her powers, but we have the initiative now and there is no need to take risks."
"That's true..."
Due to the age and experience gap, the two held different views on the same thing, but Professor X could always convince Charles.
Charles thought of something and asked with a hint of expectation: "By the way, what is the strength of Russell, codenamed 'Angel'? Can he defeat Apocalypse?"
"I also asked this question, and he said that if I'm lucky... it's a 50-50 split."
"?"
The two continued their discussion, joined by Eric, and they formulated a battle plan for Apocalypse's various abilities. In the end, they found that if their strength could not be absolutely crushed, they would at most defeat Apocalypse, but they would not be able to kill him completely.
After two hours, the three of them had found nothing. Charles couldn't eat or sleep well these days, and was a little tired. He was going to take a rest first.
"By the way, Professor, I have arranged a room for you. You will rest there tonight." In case calling the same name caused confusion, 'Professor' is what Charles calls his future self.
Professor X smiled and shook his head: "No, no, no, Charles, I should arrange a guest room for you."
"What?"
Charles laughed: "Man, this is my home, not yours...well, this is your home too. But judging from the time, it is my home first, and then your home, because without me, there would be no you."
"Charles, we are not in the same timeline. I would be here without you."
Professor
My future self wants to seize power, and I can't bear this!
Charles sarcastically said: "According to your statement, Raven also has the highest authority, but you and I both know that she is a fake, don't we?"
"Charles, are you talking bad about Raven?"
"No, I didn't mean that. I...she...I meant her ability."
"Hehehe!"
Professor
"..."
At this moment, Charles realized that only by becoming stronger can he be able to cope with the crisis with ease.
On the side, Eric Feng Qingyun was a calm bystander, picking up the tea cup and taking a sip.
Hey hey hey, Charles, you too have today, how does it feel to be controlled by someone telepathically?
Are you happy?
Answer me and ask if you are happy?
After several brutal beatings, Eric grew up a lot. He could smile darkly in his heart while keeping his expression unchanged, and chatting and laughing with others.
Seeing his good gay friend fall into the same situation as himself, Eric felt secretly happy. This was retribution.
Although this kind of thing is quite sad and is a spiritual victory method for the weak, he doesn't mind. As long as Charles is with him to suffer misfortune, he is satisfied.
"By the way, where is the 'angel'?"
Professor
"..."
be mine!
