Chapter 105 Waiting for a Rabbit

Matryoshka: Nina Ivanovna, unknown date of birth and death, unknown source, congenital albinism, awakened mutant ability mind suggestion through near-death experiment, due to extreme uncontrollable personality and ability, many researchers and After the paramedic committed suicide, it was decided to keep it secret.

Eraser: Anton Goncharov, brothers Alexander Goncharov, born in 1942, his father died in Berlin during World War II, his mother died of illness, he lived in an orphanage for more than three years, disappeared shortly after the awakening of the experimental mutation, suspected Possesses the ability to mutate insidiously.

  Perpetual motion machine: Andrei Dakowski, born in 1937, experimental volunteer soldier, has the mutant ability to continuously emit potential energy positions

  James was in the study of the Long Island mansion in New York, looking at the information Emma sorted out from the materials brought back by the "Hellfire" research institute, took the wine glass she handed, and said loudly:

   "Is the information on the mutants around Sebastian Xiao here?"

"From the memory of Colonel Sergey who committed suicide by biting his tongue, besides the four people I sorted out, there is also a long-haired young man nicknamed 'Torrent', but he doesn't seem to have passed the research institute. Mutants discovered through channels."

  Emma Frost sat beside James with another glass of whiskey filled with ice cubes, clinked glasses with him lightly, and took a sip.

   "What do you think of these mutants?"

  James shook the crystal cup lightly, and asked indifferently. The abilities of these mutants are a bit impressive, but they are still of little interest to him.

  Emma put down the cup, pondered for a while, and clearly analyzed Xiao through these mutants, and gradually grasped the mutation laboratory and mutant armed forces that originally belonged to the Soviet military.

"Xiao should have gained the trust of the 'matryoshka' Nina first. How he did it is unclear, but relying on this most dangerous experimental subject, Xiao further controlled the Goncharov brothers, and the two brothers' The ability can make Xiao hide his whereabouts very well and move more freely."

"Like this Andre, it is not difficult to conclude from his information and experience that this is a soldier who is extremely loyal to the Soviet Union, but in the end he followed Xiao. With the ability to hide his actions and control his mind, Xiao can Grab the talents you need step by step.”

  James nodded, laughed suddenly, lay on the sofa, resting his head on Emma's plump white thigh, closed his eyes and said:

"Xiao Ben's plan was very perfect. After mastering the high-level of the Soviet side, with the support of a steady stream of new mutants, he will use nuclear war to destroy the old world order, and use nuclear radiation to mutate the mutants of all mankind. Accelerate even further to truly have a place in the chaotic new world."

  Emma gently pinched James' forehead with her green and tender fingertips, and continued in a clear voice: "But he didn't expect that he would become a rootless tree as soon as he left, even though"

  Emma suddenly remembered something, and asked instead: "Do you think Xiao will give up the nuclear war plan? Even if there are two great wars in the current situation, he is just a lonely dog, and it doesn't make much sense."

   "Yes, because he can't find such a good opportunity again."

  Su 658 H-I class nuclear submarine docked quietly at a port in Sacramento, California, USA.

During the time of sailing under the sea, Xiao was in a very bad mood, and several mutant followers around him had no idea about it. Nina tried to peek into Xiao's consciousness, but he stayed alone in the cabin all the time, without any clues. Too many opportunities for contact.

  After landing, Xiao seems to have changed back to his previous appearance, sometimes exaggerating and enthusiastic words, and making incomprehensible jokes.

   They came all the way to a nightclub that Shaw secretly invested and opened in Las Vegas a few years ago, waiting for the guests who will meet tonight.

  In 1931, during the Great Depression in the United States, in order to overcome the economic difficulties, the Nevada State Assembly passed a bill to legalize gambling. Las Vegas has since become a casino and has risen rapidly.

The temperament of Las Vegas is like two sides of a coin, one side is **** and the other side is heaven. divisible.

  Not far from the Las Vegas Boulevard, which is full of luxurious casinos and imitations of iconic buildings from all over the world, the famous nightclubs gather on the street, Tropical Road.

  Outside a newly opened Atomic Nightclub, batches of hot ladies in cool and revealing clothes were walking in with their exaggeratedly undulating buttocks.

   "This job is finally a bit sweet, I like the black-haired one, how her **** is long, like a fat peach"

  Agent Mora MacTaggart quickly took off his coat and shirt, while scolding his partner helplessly and disgustingly:

   "Can you see something else in your eyes besides stuffing your ass! That's Colonel Hendry over there!"

Detective Mark Taggart propped himself up with his feet, leaned against the back of the co-pilot's seat and raised his buttocks. He took off his casual trousers, revealing his black boxer lace underwear. The female agent who hadn't dated for a long time thought a little Well, it would be nice to have another pair of stockings.

   "Colonel Hendry? The one from NATO? Oh Mora, you have beautiful legs."

"Thanks!"

The female CIA agent slammed the car door hard, and quickly followed the team of "professional" women. She straightened out her long brown and black hair nervously. Entered this nightclub with extremely tight security at the entrance.

  The Atom Club was targeted by the CIA because it was suspected to be an intelligence transfer point for the Soviet side, and the boss and source of funds behind it were also mysterious.

  Mola did not expect to encounter such a big fish in the extremely boring stalking operation tonight.

She concealed her unfamiliarity and panic about the club environment, and turned her anger into coquettishness very well. She patted off the big hand of a man with a Spanish mustache and looked at Colonel Bob Hendry. His back finally flashed into a box covered with curtains, and hurriedly chased after him.

  Mola took a deep breath and lifted the bright red curtain. Before she could use the excuse she had just thought of, she found that the place was empty, and it seemed that the figures that came in one after another were all her own illusions.

  Miss Inspector groped around with great experience, and finally pulled a handle under the coffee table. The private room rotated and moved, and a secret door was exposed in front of her eyes.

  In a secret and spacious reception lounge with a more refined and gorgeous decoration than the outside, Nina Ivanovna was sitting on a high stool in front of the bar, with her calves that could not touch the ground drooping, swinging back and forth.

  Brothers Goncharov were mixing drinks at the bar, simply poured two glasses of martinis and pushed them in front of Xiao.

  Sebastian Shaw served the bar for Colonel Hendry, wiped his pocket square, and said in a well-bred manner:

   "Bob, we are old friends, and the 'business' of cooperation has been doing well, so—"

  Xiao took a sip of the wine in his glass, pondered for a moment, and continued heartily: "I hope you can consider the suggestion of deploying Jupiter missiles in Turkey again."

Colonel Bob Hendry, a senior strategic staff officer of the US military and an important representative of the NATO military organization, did not drink the martini in the glass, but casually stirred the olives inside, and the thick folds on his forehead were huddled together with the raised eyebrows .

   "Sebastian, exchanging Soviet intelligence business with you really makes me very comfortable, especially this year, you have provided a lot of effective overseas deployment of the Soviet army, which has really benefited me, but"

  Mr. Colonel smiled, spread his hands on the back of the soft sofa, snorted helplessly, and continued:

   "I don't know why you are so obsessed with exploiting the Soviet Union's loopholes, of course! I am happy to see it succeed, but once Turkey's strategic missiles are deployed, the development of the situation will also be very unfavorable to the United States."

   "Shaw, you are trying to cause a war, a nuclear war!"

   "Call me the Black Emperor, Mr. Colonel, it's time to abandon the title of the mortal world."

  Xiao put down the cup and beckoned to Nina. The girl jumped off the chair and threw herself into Xiao's arms.

   "Bob, I don't talk to you so much for anything else, but to talk to you later, it will become very boring. In fact, I really like dealing with you."

Nina's eyes were fixed on Colonel Hendry, and her emerald green pupils were extraordinarily bright. Mr. Colonel felt a little uncomfortable looking at this white-haired, bloodless girl. Hitomi gradually aroused Hendry's consciousness.

Nina gradually approached Hendry, and put her pale little hand on his forehead. Colonel Hendry kept rolling his eyes, and his body twitched slightly. After a while, Nina happily ran back to Shaw Beside her, she said softly:

   "Deep, deep seed, Nina did her best."

  Xiao nodded in satisfaction, stroked Nina's little head, and looked at Mr. Colonel who finally raised his head, as if waking up from a big dream.

   "Whose permission is needed to deploy strategic missiles." Xiao's voice was emotionless and undulating. Colonel Hendry lowered his head and said seriously:

   "There are still two generals who are opposing. If they can agree, then there will be no obstacles to Turkey's strategic deployment plan."

   “Create opportunities for me to meet them.”

"Yes, sir."

Detective Maura MacTaggart, who had been watching through the crack of the door for a long time, tightly covered her mouth, lay on the ground and crawled out without making a sound. When she ran back to the old Ford sedan that was following her , I still have lingering fear for a long time and haven't relieved it.

   "Levin."

  Ms. Mora yelled leisurely about her partner who was wearing glasses and had always been unreliable, and continued on her own:

   "Do you think the power of mutants can control a person's mind and behavior?"

"Agent Mark Taggart, we don't know nothing about mutants. I have fought against those monsters from the Soviet side many times in the past few years. I know very well that they only gained Deformed children with various strange mutant abilities."

   "Long tongue, hardened skin, or covered in germs... something!"

  The new director of the CIA, Mr. Mike Cowan, took off his glasses and kneaded the bridge of his nose tiredly. He was considering whether to continue to let the inconspicuous agent Mark Taggart continue to work in the field.

"Sir, I have checked all the information on the Soviet Army's 'Hellfire' laboratory and the mutant troops that I have come into contact with in recent years. They are not just what we can easily understand, er, strong bodies, speed or...or disgusting tentacles, There are even some mutants who can change the temperature of the environment to a certain extent, and—”

   "But there is no one who can control people's hearts! Mark Taggart, there are no such mutants, and it is impossible to exist. I admit that they have some abilities that are really incredible, but they still can't stop a sniper bullet."

   "You have to know that several of our super fighters have maintained a record of more victories against these mutants since they joined in."

  Director Mike Cowan paused and put on his glasses again. He looked no more than fifty years old, but his short hair was already grey. Looking at the female detective whose face was full of grievances and frustrations, she took a breath and whispered:

"Mola, you should understand that such accusations and intelligence cannot be used as the basis for our actions. Colonel Bob Hendry has a high status and trust in the military. I have no reason to accept such a ridiculous specious speculation. .”

  The female detective was not discouraged, her eyes lit up, and she said simply: "I will find the evidence, Director Cowan."

New York.

  New York University staff recreation area.

   "Charles, how was your vacation?"

  Eric Lanshere held a fruit salad, patted Charles Xavier on the shoulder, leaned to the side and ate it.

   "Oh, by the way, it's time to call you Professor, Professor Xavier, Xavier. A mouthful last name, cough, sorry, there are very few names starting with X."

Charles Xavier, the new Lecturer of Genetics at New York University, loosened his shoulders a little uncomfortably. He took a sandwich from the table. After class, I was really hungry.

   "Well, Ruiwen and I are the only two people in my family. The relationship between parents is a bit complicated, so there is nothing special. How about you, Mr. Lanshere, you don't seem like someone who will stay at home."

  Eric smiled aloud, greeted a pretty female teacher passing by, and continued chatting with Charles casually.

"I went to Suzhou and Europe with the elders of the family. It was a short-term trip. I was a little regretful, but I also relaxed for a few days. Heck, speaking of it, you must have a way of writing papers. I know that our majors are very different, but in The entry angle of academic papers."

  Charles was a little dazed listening to Eric ask himself for advice on thesis writing skills, struggling in his mind whether to take another look at what Mr. Lanshere's so-called European travel experience was like.

  He is full of curiosity and certain fear about the so-called "elders" in the family that Eric calls.

   "Charles Xavier? Professor Xavier of Mutations and Genetics? I'm Maura MacTaggart, may I have a word with you."

  Charles' mouth was full of bacon and ham sandwiches. The fiery lady apologized to Eric, and then dragged him to the corridor outside the lounge. She took a breath and spoke more stably.

   "I'm sorry, Professor Xavier, I'm an agent of the Central Intelligence Agency. I have some very important questions to ask you. I understand that you are the most accomplished scholar in the field of genetic mutation. I don't know what you think about mutants—"

   "Yes. It can be done."

  Charles stared straight at the pretty female detective, and slowly swallowed the last mouthful of the sandwich, as if saying something out of nowhere.

   "Sorry what did you say?"

  Mola was also stunned. She looked at the young and promising Professor Charles Xavier gently rubbing the side of his forehead for some unknown reason, with a complicated but strangely excited expression.

  The female detective made sure that she heard correctly what the professor of genetic mutations said next.

   "Mutants can do mind control, as you can see, Agent Mark Taggart."

   "So, it's like watching a movie? You can see everything I see and think!"

  Mola almost stepped on the gas pedal of the 1950s Ford car, and drove non-stop on the road from New York to Virginia, while yelling at Charles in shock.

  Ruiwen in the back seat rolled her eyes, and after the car suddenly deflected and overtook, she fumbled to fasten the seat belt, and grabbed the handle of the window with her left hand.

   "Well, it can be described in this way, Miss Mora, can I call you Mora, in fact, we can drive at full speed and slow down."

I don't know if it was comforted by Charles' words or other influences, the female detective gradually calmed down, and gradually slowed down the speed of the car. She heaved her body up and down, panting heavily, and said in disbelief :

   "I originally thought that this kind of mind control was just like some kind of psychiatrist's hypnosis method, but it was done through the mutation ability of mutants. I didn't expect you to be able to—you better not be looking at something you shouldn't be looking at!"

  Mola seems to have finally realized something. If all her privacy and secrets are seen in this man's "eyes", it is really not a happy thing.

Another hour or so later, Maura MacTaggart brought Charles and his "younger" sister who could not be left at home to the headquarters of the CIA in Langley, Virginia. He applied for visitor badges for the two of them, and hurriedly led them to the director's office.

On the road, Charles couldn't help recalling the scene he saw in Mora's mind, and the first time he saw Eric, the secret and terrible family, the traces of mutants in this world became more and more obvious, it was hard to say This is good and bad.

Eric Lanshere drove this year's new silver-gray Mercedes-Benz coupe and drove all the way back to Long Island. After getting out of the car, he tilted his head and looked at this brand-new sports car that has not yet been officially launched on the market. I prefer a Ferrari.

  However, Dad will receive more than a dozen car brands under the direct or partial indirect control of each family to provide new car choices every year, and he always has to share the burden for him.

   "Sir is waiting for you in the study downstairs, hurry over."

   Eric's mother, Mrs. Etie, helped her son take off his coat, patted him on the back, and urged him.

More than ten years have passed, and Mrs. Itti's complexion and appearance have become more and more healthy. The only thing she is dissatisfied with is that her son's current love life is a little out of tune. She still hopes that Eric can find a marriage with the same ethnicity and have more children earlier. .

  James sat cross-legged with Emma in the quiet room next to the study, and both of them closed their eyes. James frowned slightly, as if he was not feeling well.

  Emma trembled further and further away, her skin and golden hair were faintly shining, which looked like an illusion.

Finally, the skin on James' face and neck was shattered out of thin air, as if burned and festered by an invisible flame. Eric watched this scene in horror, but after a few seconds, James' damaged skin The tissue rapidly proliferates and heals, returning to its original state in the blink of an eye.

   "Not bad, the intensity is not low, and this is the first time that my body can respond to injury."

   Emma's forehead had big beads of sweat, and she let out a sigh of relief. James got up, picked up a towel, and gently wiped her sweat.

   "I didn't expect you to let go of the spirit and let me use the mind piercing with all my strength, but I only suffered some flesh injuries. As an ordinary person, I would be brain dead just by using a little force."

  Eric leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms, with an envious smile on his lips.

Dad's spirit and body are indistinguishable from each other, and any damage to the spirit, heart, and even soul domain will be passed on to the body, while the body, which is already tough enough to easily withstand ordinary artillery without any damage, can quickly heal itself and regenerate , there is simply no solution.

"The physical strength gap between me and ordinary humans is too great, there is no comparison, and there is no suitable definition for the non-directly destructive mutant ability, but the damage response transferred from my body should also be four to five levels gone."

  James gently kneaded the top of Emma's head, and the latter was comfortably in his arms, always feeling that a little bit of strength stimulation could break through a certain limit.

   "Father, what are you looking for?"

  Erik threw his body onto a spacious all-sheepskin sofa and asked with a smile.

   "The traces of Sebastian Shaw have been found. He has contacted a person in charge of the military's strategic weapons. He should continue to meet with two generals who can influence the deployment of strategic missiles in Turkey."

Eric was refreshed and sat up excitedly. This time he failed to catch the "Doctor Schmidt" who had imprisoned and tortured him in Moscow this time, which made him silently resentful for a long time. This time he will not Let him go.

  Listening to Emma's detailed information, Eric suddenly remembered something, and said to James with a playful expression:

   "Father, I suspect that my identity was found out by a university colleague. I didn't hear it until today. It turns out that his major is genetic mutation."

   "Is he a mutant?"

  Eric shook his head, wondering: "I don't know, but this Professor Charles Xavier seems to be very interested in my situation, something is wrong with him."

  James didn't care too much, and told Emma to go down and get ready, rubbed Eric's hair, and saw that the former boy was now a real man.

   "Go back and check this professor, now, we are going to wait for this one who has been late for many years, Mr. Xiao."

  (end of this chapter)