American Comics: The soft rice is hard to eat, and the mutant academy begins

"Eric, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing his compatriot so excited, Charles couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"The owner of the Hellfire Club is Sebastian Shaw!" Eric's eyes were bloodshot. The arrival of this invitation made his anger burn like oil that had touched fire.

"Shaw?!"

Charles suddenly realized, and a trace of worry suddenly appeared on his face.

Now he has no self-restraint of never actively exploring other people's hearts.

In fact, he basically checked the thoughts and past experiences of all the people he talked to.

This ability made him invincible when picking up girls. As long as he wanted, basically any woman could not escape his palm.

Through the exploration of the mind, he knew some of Eric's past. Eric was once imprisoned in the Auschwitz concentration camp. An officer discovered his ability and killed Eric's mother to awaken his mutant ability.

That incident filled Eric's heart with the flame of revenge, and he spent his whole life searching for his enemy.

Unexpectedly, the guy who killed Eric's mother was actually in the Hellfire Club.

Did those people know that Eric was here? What was their purpose? Did they simply invite them? Or did they send out invitations knowing that Eric was here?

The young Charles was not as wise as he would be decades later. He was still a little impetuous and a proud mutant.

"New York, Fourth Avenue... Hellfire Club!"

Eric opened the invitation, glanced at the address, and turned to the address.

Charles hurriedly stopped him, "Stop! The Hellfire Club is an internationally famous elite club that brings together high-level people from all over the world. If you break in casually, it will inevitably cause a strong sensation! It may even make ordinary people more afraid of mutants! So as to take some stress measures!"

"Charles, you know, I must avenge my mother! No matter who the enemy is, even if it is the President of the United States, I will kill him without mercy! No one can stop me!"

Eric raised his hand and manipulated the steel to gather into an iron wall, trying to stop Charles.

But just as he was about to do so, his body seemed to be acupunctured and could not move.

"Charles, you just invaded my consciousness? How did you do it?"

Eric didn't know what ability Charles used, but there were only two of them at the scene, so it must be Charles's method.

He was quite angry, and even had a hint of murderous intent.

During this period, he and Charles did not fight side by side, nor did they go through decades of training, so there was no deep friendship.

During this period before they evolved into good friends, Eric really dared to kill Charles himself and then seek revenge on Xiao.

"You have superpowers, and so do I."

"I am the same as you, so please calm down."

Charles tried to calm Eric's anger, at least he shouldn't be so reckless.

"I thought I was alone." After Eric's attention was diverted, his anger gradually subsided.

"Eric, you are not alone! In fact, we are a group, I call it mutants!"

"I have contact with the CIA, and we help each other and perform some tasks together."

"My mission is to investigate and study the application of superpowers in military defense."

Eric sneered: "Or attack."

Charles shrugged, "You can think so, after all, your thinking is yours, but my students and I will never participate in a war that invades the safety of others."

"Sometimes it's not what you expect. If you cooperate with those people, you will never be able to stay out of trouble!" Eric still sneered. He didn't have any good feelings for ordinary people. He understood the ugly faces of those people.

Charles still holds fast to his ideals and remains unmoved. At least before the outbreak of the Vietnam War, he will maintain this firm belief for a long time.

Mutants and humans can live in harmony.

"The one you mentioned, Xiao, or we call him Schmidt, has been vaguely connected with Big Mao recently. The CIA suspects that he is serving Big Mao."

"But the Hellfire Club is very special. There are many sensitive people involved. Before obtaining evidence, we'd better not act on our own."

"Our ability will scare those sensitive politicians."

Eric hesitated for a moment, still furious, "I must go there. Neither you nor the CIA can stop my revenge!"

Charles waved the invitation helplessly, "No, I don't know what it means." I won't help you. This is the invitation they gave me. We can go and find out the situation, and we can also call some helpers. "

"Who?"

"For example, Hank, who has a high IQ, graduated from Harvard University at the age of fifteen and created many amazing scientific and technological achievements."

"For example, the CIA, if they intervene, we will lose a lot of potential."

"This time, I will bring helpers to understand the enemy's situation openly."

"But the premise is that you must listen to me."

Hearing this, Eric hesitated for a while and nodded.

Whether he admitted it or not, at least for now, he could not break free from Charles's brain control.

After the negotiation,

Charles took Eric to a secret research institute affiliated with the CIA.

Knowing that Hank was doing research, he told Mora, who was in the CIA, about it.

When the latter heard about this, he immediately applied to his superiors to act together with Charles and others.

Also, Charles' sister, Mystique, came with them.

Mystique was not with Eric at this moment. She had known Charles since childhood, and the latter had always regarded her as his sister.

HoweverHowever, Mystique was rejected by humans because of her appearance.

Charles not only did not understand her, but tried to make her change her hostile thoughts and want to live in harmony with ordinary people, and even made concessions.

This gave Eric an opportunity.

But now, Eric did not realize the potential of Mystique, so he did not think of deceiving Mystique.

The latter came to the Hellfire Club in advance under Charles' instructions to scout the place.

And successfully mixed in by changing her appearance.

After figuring out the terrain, (to read the violent novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Charles started to set off.

Not long after, the two sides met smoothly.

Several people walked cautiously in the Hellfire Club,

and were wary of anyone around them.

However, the imagined scene did not appear,

At least Charles was sure that no one in the club had any thoughts or ideas that were unfavorable to them.

This made them feel quite strange.

The invitation was sent by Hellfire. Now that they are all here, why haven't they shown up yet?

Whether they are looking for trouble or simply want to take them in, they should come out to entertain them.

However, the current situation is that except for the delicious waitresses or the reception who want to treat everyone else the same, there is no one who is really in charge!

"Could it be that the invitation was simply because I am famous enough?"

Charles' eyelids twitched slightly, waiting for such a big scene, but the result was to scare himself?

"What is your reputation?" Mystique rolled her eyes and said sarcastically.

"Charles Francis Xavier, an extremely rare and famous genetic mutation expert in the United States and a famous genetics professor!"

Charles said quite complacently. []

"Is that amazing?" Hank said blankly.

0Please give me flowers

Charles' mouth twitched slightly. For Hank, these titles were indeed unimportant. He was beaten by Hank in terms of intelligence and education.

Now I am not even as good as Hank when he was fifteen years old

Just when they were confused,

Finally, a devilish red-skinned man in a suit came late.

"Sorry, I'm late. The Supreme King wants to see you now. Please follow me."

Eric's face flushed. He could no longer suppress his anger. The iron ornaments around him kept shaking, as if there was an earthquake.

Charles forcibly calmed Eric's anger and set off with a few people. At the same time, he asked curiously: "Supreme King? Shouldn't the Black King and the White King be the leaders of the Hellfire Club?"

Red Devil Azazel shook his head, "That's all in the past. The boss of Hellfire now is the Supreme King, the supreme king!"

Hearing this, Eric still didn't feel strange.

On the contrary, Charles and CIA agent Mora were puzzled..

The intelligence they had did not contain this information. Who was the Supreme King? Was it a new identity created by Black King Xiao that was independent of other titles?

The Red Devil did not say much, and led several people to a private room. After entering, he manipulated the potted plants next to the bookshelf, and then a hidden special passage appeared.

When several people entered,

What caught their eyes were six women, one big and five small, wearing gorgeous white dresses. They were flushed, as if the air was very hot.

Behind them, there was an oriental man lying casually.

"Where is the Black King? Where is your boss Sebastian Xiao? He invited us here, so why doesn't he come out to receive guests in person?" Eric was almost unable to suppress his anger.

His anger did not decrease because of Charles's suppression, but became more vigorous as he got closer.

Eric was sure that his anger would never subside unless he killed Xiao himself!

"Xiao? Isn't he dead? The Supreme King killed him himself. Now the owner of Hellfire is the Supreme King, Norin!" White Queen Emma answered this doubt.

These words, like a basin of zero-degree ice water, instantly extinguished Eric's flames.

His face became extremely funny and distorted at this moment, like laughing and angry, with a sense of confusion and unbelievable twitching.

Obviously, he felt very confused about this answer. He had thought of many situations, but he never thought that it would be this result.

Do you understand the despair when the guns are ready to attack the city, but the other party says that the aunt is coming?

Now Eric is probably in that situation, even worse than that.

"Xiao is dead? The Black King is gone?! The Supreme King from the Eastern country? In just a few days, the Hellfire Club has undergone so many changes?"

Charles and Mora were stunned.

The former looked at Eric, but found that Eric was quite strange now. He was a little worried about Eric's mental state.

"Okay! Now that all the actors are here, the real work will begin."

"Hellfire is still short of a black king and a white king. Eric, Charles, are you interested?"

Nolin did not give them time to talk nonsense, and said in an unquestionable tone.

Charles subconsciously asked, "Why did you choose me? What do you want to do?"

Eric did not respond. He stared at Nolin, as if he wanted to see flowers.

Nolin smiled slightly, "The reason is very simple, because I need workers, and you are the two best ones."

"Why?" Charles was puzzled.

"Because you have a common identity and... a common enemy!".