Chapter 112 The Calm Before the Storm (Final Chapter, Two in One)

  Nedrob and his companions crouched in the jungle.

  It wasn't until night fell, and the deadly primitive woodland gradually had the sound of animals screaming and whimpering, that they slowly returned to the direction of Wakanda.

They looked at the messy passageway that was bulldozed all the way. Okoume and Niovi surrounded by two people were melted from the roots and pushed aside. Common shrubs and acacia grass were crushed into pieces. Green straw mat.

  The changes on the periphery of Wakanda even made them lose their direction for a while, but this passage, which is enough to parallel two large transport trucks, extends all the way to the interior of the kingdom.

   Bang, bang, bang.

  The packages in their hands fell to the ground. Nizhub did not cry out, but ran desperately to the plain by the lake. He slapped his legs crazily and staggered from time to time when he tripped over stones.

  While running, tears spewed silently, and all their brains fell on the densely populated tribes that covered the entire river valley and plain.

  Ni Zhuobu wiped away his tears, his sagging nose twitched, he took off T'Chaka's black panther helmet, still shaking Brother Wang's body without shouting.

More and more Wakanda people came out of caves or dense forests, and the sound of crying and mourning was rising and falling. Nizhub watched T'Chaka twitch his mouth in disbelief, and then he thought of bending down and listening Hearing the faint heartbeat in the vibrating gold armor.

   Gradually, the Wakanda fighters who collapsed on the grass and dirt like dead bodies got up one after another. They looked around blankly. It was already dark, but they could still clearly see that each other was safe and sound, without any damage on their bodies.

   "It's all right, Nizob, don't cry."

  T’Challa patted the little brother who was finally howling, grabbed the helmet on the ground, looked around eagerly, and looked at the clansmen hugging and crying. Everything was fine, as if nothing had changed.

  He heaved a long sigh of relief, and he probably had some concerns in his heart. He casually glanced at the northwest direction, and the helmet in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

  In Wakanda, a hidden country that has lasted for thousands of years, nothing has changed, and everything has changed.

  Early morning, Manhattan, New York.

  Newly established SHIELD Headquarters, Mutant Power Research Office.

  Even though Hank McCoy assured that the experiment would go well, Charles Xavier still hesitated to sit on the chair that looked like a perm in a hair salon.

  He has a deep memory of the bone-piercing pain of piercing the iron rod into his brain, and then stirring.

   "Mr. Stark from the Scientific Research and Development Department came to see it and gave me a lot of advice. He also participated in changing the sensitivity and power of the synaptic junction."

   "He is indeed a genius. I heard that he recently decomposed an unknown energy seized during World War II. Maybe he can win the Nobel Prize for discovering new elements."

  The thin Hank dragged his huge leather shoes that were seriously out of proportion to his body, and while confirming the data settings over and over again on the console, he praised Howard Stark quite highly.

  Charles raised his eyebrows subconsciously after hearing this, squinted his eyes, and looked at the rather decent brain wave device, feeling a bit like an electric chair used by a death row prisoner.

   "Thank you Hank, that Mr. Stark's reputation is not a reliable person, your comfort is really helpful."

   While muttering, he finally walked up the steps and sat down.

Hank McCoy's palms were sweating a little. He rubbed his white coat, turned around and carefully held up the silver-gray Cerebrograph 2.0 helmet, let out a long breath, and slowly placed it on Charles' thick brown-black head On a long-haired head.

   "Cough Professor Xavier, um, didn't Raven come with you today?"

   "Just call me Charles. Raven has been running out recently. After all, I now have a teaching job in the college, as well as consulting affairs here. I can no longer stare at her like I used to."

   Hank pushed his glasses a little disappointed, and signaled to Charles that the helmet was put on. After hesitating for a few seconds, he still creaked and asked:

   "Does Raven like to watch movies? Me, I have two premiere tickets for Miss Monroe's new movie "A Little Misfit", which is a western romance movie."

Hank dawdled and began to talk about the plot outline of the movie, constantly trying to explain that the movie would be exciting and worth watching. Charles was stunned for a while, scratched his forehead, laughed, and continued: :

"Hank! I believe this must be a good movie. Raven will be interested. She always likes to go out and play, but you have to pay attention to help me keep an eye on her and don't use her abilities. Then... should we start? "

   "Oh! That's right, yes, this time the brain wave instrument has been improved and a power valve has been installed, which will gradually increase the radiation range as your brain wave exploration speed, and will not 'explode' the brain at the beginning."

Hank nodded his head hastily, his fair and delicate cheeks flushed red, he explained the improved features and optimized content of the instrument very quickly, just about to ask what Raven's mutant ability is, he has already pressed the button in his hand Pressed the start button.

   Bang, Bang, Bang, .

The light blue light is transmitted from the console step by step, along the clusters of alloy-wrapped pipelines to the helmet Charles is wearing. It hurt a few times, but soon stabilized.

Charles Xavier spread his psychic power, covering the entire Manhattan area almost instantly. With the extension of his thoughts, the energy amplification rate of the brainwave device also increased, although it was still a little unstable. From time to time, my temples will feel swollen and sore, but I can basically use them normally.

"How about it?"

   Hank looked at Mr. Professor, who was gradually showing a fanatical smile, and asked anxiously. Charles' mind seemed to have drifted to an unknown distance. His eyes looked at Hank's face, but the focal length was thousands of miles away.

  Charles Xavier seems to have built a world shrouded in gray mist in his mind, and only life can have color.

  The densely packed and endless ordinary human beings are white, and the sporadic red brainwave images are mutants, but they are particularly conspicuous in the vast crowd. There are even green orangutans and blue dolphins with higher brainwave frequency, which are similar to humans.

Charles can arbitrarily project perception thoughts into their brains, and instantly obtain the vision and thoughts of the other party. He controls his own telepathy, shields the endless and majestic thoughts of sentient beings, and focuses his attention on the eye-catching red brain. Waves of people in the shadows.

  At this moment, he can control the mighty power of the will of thousands of lives in a blink of an eye, making him unconsciously fascinated by it.

The unique brain wave images of mutants can only be used to distinguish their mutant identities, but they cannot judge their mutant abilities and levels. However, Charles can project them into the other person's mind at any time, not only seeing what he sees and thinking about him, but also instantly Read through this person's life.

  He sometimes sits in a taxi, looking at the lively streets of Broadway in New York, and from time to time pays attention to whether there are guests greeting customers on the side of the road. The hand holding the steering wheel is dark-skinned, thick and powerful.

  Sometimes dancing on a stage of a bar where no customers are seated, the posture is turned upside down, enchanting and pretty, it seems to be some kind of show that men like

The whole of New York City was soon in Charles's mind. He saw a special shadow in the direction of Long Island, not red and white or the colorful shapes of any animals, but a mental image that glowed faintly like a diamond, The points are eye-catching.

  He explored it curiously, and hurriedly withdrew before making contact, and it disappeared in a flash.

  Charles quickly realized that this was the young lady who was not easy to mess with. She ran a little farther rationally, expanded to a farther area, and explored all the way with New York as the center.

  Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washington

  His consciousness even came to the White House, because there, too, was a bright red shadow.

   "Huh! Still smart."

In the mansion of Howlett Manor in Long Island, New York, Emma Frost lifted herself up from the soft and thick velvet quilt, grabbed the corner of the quilt with one hand, and covered her bulging white and tender breasts, her eyes flashed. He raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly.

"What's wrong?"

  James Howlett grabbed Emma Yingying's but exceptionally strong waist, and asked curiously.

  The momentary sharp look in Emma's eyes turned into a pool of clear water, slipped back into the bed, and wrapped around James' golden and jade-like body.

"It was the young professor. He must have used some instrument to greatly increase the projection range of spiritual power. When I was in Fisher Stadium, I felt that the vast spiritual power was swept away. At that time I thought it was the mutant under Xiao's men."

  Emma gently explained while stroking the skin of James' chest, comparing it with herself.

Although she has fully mastered the mutation ability after the breakthrough, and after unlocking the diamond transformation, her skin has transformed unbelievably well. Not only is it radiant and extremely white, but it is also smooth like the freshest egg white, and even the pores are smooth. Not visible.

   But even so, it seems to be inferior to James.

  His body is perfect in all aspects. The proportion of bones and body shape coincide with a certain aesthetic charm. From every strand of hair to the white jade-colored teeth that are as smooth as snow, they seem to have evolved to the extreme of human beings.

   "No possibility of his own power?"

  James has always been very curious about the form of power in the spiritual field, but this aspect is too mysterious and mysterious to describe in words.

   "No, the traces of power with special energy fluctuations are very obvious, but with his telepathy and the assistance of such an instrument, it is possible to grasp the mind and spirit of intelligent life in the entire world."

  Emma looked at James with some concern. Of course, she herself would not be affected, especially after being transformed into a diamond, she can still support a wide range of spiritual barriers.

James's spirit is even more united with his body, and he can't even "see" his spiritual image, as if he is an ordinary human being, but when you really try to delve deeper, you will find that your spiritual power is facing a A vast and majestic stalwart mountain range.

  I am afraid that there are not many people in the world who can protect themselves under the powerful spiritual power of Charles Xavier.

  James was kneading something in the bed, shook his head and smiled slightly:

   "The development of materials for shielding telepathy in the research institute is getting more and more perfect. Eric's colleague should have received official help. We don't need to worry about such power. He has already caused himself a lot of trouble."

  Emma's face was flushed, and she resisted making a sound, and covered the quilt again. After being reborn, her physical fitness has also been greatly improved.

  Washington, the Rotunda of the White House.

   "Okay! Mr. President, the FBI will do its best to cooperate with SHIELD, please rest assured."

  Edgar Hoover, at the call of President John F. Kennedy, and the newly reorganized S.H.I.E.L.D., Minister of Intelligence Roger Dooley, expressed their position on the investigation plan of the mutant force.

  In public, Director Hoover's respect for previous presidents has never been too much to criticize.

   Even though decades have passed, his so-called "Shadow Leader" title has already spread throughout the American political arena, but he is still cautious enough at the official level.

  President Kennedy gave a few last instructions, and with special concern, proposed to report to himself in detail at all stages of the investigation.

  Hoover lowered his head, as if he was really old and not in good spirits. He looked at the knots on the oak table legs, and suddenly became interested in Mr. President's unusual emphasis on the attitude.

   ".That's it. Mutant affairs are the first level of American intelligence priority. I still have some proposals to sign, two—"

   "Mr. President, I hope to communicate with you a few more important intelligence messages."

Kennedy's voice faltered, and he nodded unwillingly, but his expression was as usual, and he shook hands with Roger Dooley again, and after a few words of encouragement, he finally stayed alone in the rotunda with Edgar Hoover inside.

  Mr. President suddenly felt a little awkward, and his side ribs began to itch and tingle again.

  Hoover stretched his legs, slumped on the sofa, spread his hands out, and became as if he was at home. He got up neatly, opened the wine cabinet skillfully, and poured himself half a glass of whiskey.

   "Where are the ice cubes?"

"ice-"

  Kennedy just popped out a word subconsciously, and then closed his mouth tightly. He watched Hoover rummaging around on his own, took a sip without adding ice, and said in a loud voice.

   "Sir, what happened to your brother is very bad! He and that female star—you are also very familiar with it, Ms. Monroe, have been photographed on many occasions."

Hoover's words "very familiar" had strange meanings. President Kennedy suddenly became dumb when he mentioned it just now. Hui reported:

"You know, the outside world will make a fuss about the surname 'Kennedy', and even connect the two of you brothers. The third-rate writers in Hollywood are crazy! This is simply the best romantic story template ever. arrive-"

"Okay Director Hoover, no matter who took what or how, you must have a way to deal with it, so don't tell me any more. Is the Bureau of Investigation not getting enough funds recently? I will write a proposal to the Congress .”

John Kennedy's voice was not loud, but his tone firmly stopped Hoover's next performance. In the past 30 years, no American president has avoided being pinched or wooed by him to sit in this seat For people, personal happiness and anger are no longer important.

   A politician is a special kind of creature.

"Ahem, the funding problem is actually not that big. I am a little uneasy. The newly established S.H.I.E.L.D. An intelligence agency would be troublesome too."

   "Then what do you say, let the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D. cooperate, how about you go and serve as a director?"

   "I think it works!"

  Hoover immediately grasped Kennedy's tentative inquiry, quite old-fashioned, obliged to sacrifice.

"Hehe. Mr. Director is really thinking about the United States every day, and I am so worried. Just like you did twenty years ago, you proposed to the authorities to send me to the Pacific battlefield. Back then, even a small lieutenant was able to join you eyes."

  Mr. President put on the cap of his pen, and chatted with Hoover relaxedly about his experience as a lieutenant in the Navy with a half-smile. That warm and bright smile really seemed like old friends sighing about the old days.

"Hey, you also know the nature of my job. Although I was only a lieutenant, your position at that time was very important. The officer of the Foreign Intelligence Department of the Naval Intelligence Office had a relationship with a lady who was suspected of being a spy. Being transferred to the front line is also a kind of protection. ,and-"

   Hoover’s bulging eyeballs and loose eyelids were drooping. After drinking the last sip of whiskey, he stretched for a few seconds and said leisurely:

   "And relying on that heroic swimming battle victory, you have the great reputation and political capital of an American combat hero, don't you?"

   After a while.

  Mr. Hoover, who walked out of the rotunda, was not in a hurry to leave. He sat down on the bench in the corner corridor, and he didn't have to pay attention to the White House staff coming and going.

In 1943, Lieutenant John Kennedy was sent to the Pacific battlefield. After the PT-109 torpedo boat under his command was sunk by a Japanese torpedo, Lieutenant Kennedy rescued many subordinate officers and soldiers with amazing courage. And finally swim to win.

After several months of recuperation in the hospital, Kennedy returned to the United States and became a well-known combat hero. He was even as good as the man who now has only one sealed code name. With this prestige capital, the military, The political path has been smoother.

   "Swimming with armed forces more than ten nautical miles offshore. Leading seven or eight people. Hehe!"

Hoover smiled slyly. The president's achievements back then were a bit too boastful. The old and sophisticated Director Hoover kept flashing information about Kennedy's early and recent days, including his personal details. medical records.

   With a bang, a thought exploded in his head out of thin air.

Edgar Hoover was stunned like a lightning strike, his lips moved up and down silently, and many fragmentary details were connected in his mind, and the mutant population has existed in human society for decades, and even the number of them is now in a stepwise manner. Incremental reports, page by page, appeared in front of my eyes.

  Mr. Hoover, the director who founded the FBI at the time, almost had an idea in his mind.

   "President Kennedy is a mutant!"

  Charles Xavier gasped heavily and withdrew from the augmentation state of the brain wave machine. He didn't continue to explore, and his mind kept flashing back to the only bright red brain wave image he saw in the White House.

  That's sitting in the Rotunda of the White House, Mr. President.

  The distant roof of the world, an ancient temple-like building deep in the Himalayas, stands unbelievably on the half-waist of the snow-capped peak.

  This rather large wooden and stone palace is exquisite but not gorgeous, with flying eaves and multi-storey pavilions. It stands alone here, but there is no way up the mountain, as if it fell from the blue sky out of thin air.

   I didn't expect that there are still people living in such an ancient temple in the deep mountain, which is so unpopular and extinct.

   "Supreme Mage."

  An old man with gray hair and beard, wearing a ochre-red one-piece robe, walked out of a circle of light with tiny sparks, bowed his head towards the temple-like hall, and saluted respectfully.

   "Master Wang, how is the repair of Emperor Weishan's enchantment going?"

"Back to the Supreme Master, the enchantment is no longer a serious problem, and the uninhabited valley on that continent has been collapsed into an absolute territory, much like the 'cannonballs' dropped on the neon lights in the secular country more than ten years ago. "

  A thin figure with purple wide sleeves who was sitting cross-legged on a futon rose into the air, and then spread his legs and walked down the stone steps.

  She has platinum-blonde waist-length hair. She is tall but thin. From the face, she should be a young woman, but her voice and behavior are like a man.

   Apart from a simple brass pendant hanging on his chest, and wearing a purple dress, there is nothing else.

  She opened her thin lips lightly, and her voice was indistinguishable from male and female, as clear as a clash of jade and jade. The language she spoke was actually the Chinese language that James was very familiar with.

   "It will not be done by mortals. The Trinity Weissandi barrier created by the Most Holy Place is to guard against magic and demonic forces in different dimensions. Realistic damage such as shells, flames, and meteorites cannot affect the barrier."

"That"

"It is the bursting of extremely pure life energy and powerful soul consciousness that makes Weishandi's power appear empty. If it is not far away from the sky, this power may make the nearest sanctuary seal and collapse immediately. destroy."

  The supreme mage pondered for a moment, stroked the brass pendant in his hand a few times, and then ordered:

   "Master Wang, go down and prepare. The work of setting up the new Holy of Holies in New York needs your attention."

  Master Wang, who is not young and not tall, clasped his palms together and saluted. He walked vigorously, shaking his rather strong and muscular body, and left the temple hall built of ancient mahogany and slatted bluestone.

The young and handsome Supreme Mage took out a brass-colored ring pierced by **** from his sleeve, made a formula in his hand, spun and opened a circular portal sprayed with fine sparks, stepped closer, and jumped Enter it and disappear.

  The last spark fell on the stone steps of the temple. Even the air can smell the tranquility, and the clear ringing of the copper bells can also see the passage of time in the ancient temple. It has become empty and deserted again.

   It seems that there has never been a human presence for thousands of years.

   The second volume is over, and there will be a long time span if the next volume does not come up, but the conflicts and plot clues of the story will have a new direction.

   Name of the third volume: Mutant Dynasty

  

  

  (end of this chapter)