"What power?" Obviously not everyone knows the situation of Jean Grey.
Professor
"I have always been worried that this power would lose control. Unexpectedly, it has disappeared now, as if it had never existed."
"Why?" Wolverine asked.
Professor x shook his head: "I don't know. Maybe it's because of the person who saved her."
Although he didn't know what happened to Qin, this was good news after all. He no longer had to worry about the power lurking in Qin going wild, which would definitely be a disaster.
After a while, Professor
"Very good."
Knowing that Jean Gray was fine, everyone left the room one after another.
Professor
"I know. But that was a plan that had been banned for a long time. Although there were people who carried it out secretly, after the incident was exposed, the people who continued to study it were already in jail, weren't they?" Professor X said.
Magneto took a deep breath: "You don't know, you don't know how far this plan has advanced in secret research."
"Although those people were imprisoned, they are still alive and well. The information of the Sentinel Project has not been destroyed, but at least three copies have been completely preserved." After a pause, he continued, "The Sentinel Project is now a being.
Temporarily frozen time bomb.”
"As long as someone continues to work on it, it could be completed in a few years at most."
"Once the Sentinel Project is completed, mutants will have no way to survive."
Professor
"We can't stop it." Magneto shook his head, "If Jean still has that power, maybe we can do it, but it's absolutely impossible now. Our only way is to act in advance."
"What are you going to do?" Professor x asked.
Magneto said without hesitation: "Find and destroy all the information about the Sentinel Project, and get rid of all the human scientists involved in it, as well as the scientists suspected of being involved, such as Tony Stark."
"No." Professor
"You also want to get rid of Tony Stark. Don't you know what consequences his identity will bring? Have you forgotten the warning from the god?"
Magneto insisted: "But if you don't get rid of the people involved in the plan, what's the use of just destroying the data?"
The atmosphere was quiet for half a second, and he continued: "Charles, survival is a kind of luck. There is never a choice that has the best of both worlds. If doing so will attract sanctions from him, I am willing to bear it alone."
Professor
…
"Cough! Cough cough cough cough!"
Thanos covered his mouth and coughed violently, making a hoarse sound like the air was being sucked out of his throat.
After a while, he finally stopped coughing, but when he raised his hand, he saw that his palm was stained with blood, which was turbid and dim, like a sign of death.
"Why...how could this happen..." Looking at the turbid blood on his palm, Thanos muttered to himself.
He couldn't believe he was sick, but that was it.
As a powerful protoss, he was actually sick, and it seemed that he was terminally ill.
After the battle on the temple ship, his physical condition began to deteriorate day by day, as if some kind of force was constantly eroding his body, making him weak and painful.
At the beginning, it was just mild symptoms such as fatigue and insomnia. Later, it became sweating, dizziness, then coughing, vomiting...
He now coughs frequently every day, and even wakes up from coughing while sleeping, coughing up blood all the time.
Thanos experienced the taste of disease for the first time. This gradual erosion made him feel pain and despair. The disease was steadily devouring his life, and he seemed unable to do anything.
"Ahhh!" He roared to the sky angrily, as if he was questioning his fate. However, the disease quickly made him lose all his dignity, "Ahem!"
"Cough cough cough..." Thanos lay on the ground, coughing non-stop.
…
New York, Central Park.
In the secluded woodland, laughter and laughter could be heard from time to time. Frank Custer, his wife and children, and his family of four were having a picnic here.
"Dad, did you really kill dozens of terrorists by yourself in Afghanistan?" the young son asked.
"Of course." Frank said with a smile.
The son's eyes were shining and he said: "How did you do it? I will be like you in the future."
Frank touched his head: "The battlefield is very dangerous, my child. I hope you can become a lawyer in the future, use the law to defeat the enemy and uphold justice."
"Lawyer?" The wife expressed her dissatisfaction at this time, "Frank, haven't we already agreed that he will be an engineer instead of a lawyer in the future? Lawyers are the worst profession in the world."
The son couldn't help but wonder: "Why is lawyer one of the worst professions?"
The wife emphasized: "There is no one worse profession than being a lawyer. There is no profession worse than a lawyer... So, don't listen to your dad. You want to be an engineer in the future, you know?"
The daughter asked: "Mom, what is an engineer?"
"Bill Gates, Tony Stark, and Nikola Tesla are engineers."
"I want to be an engineer!" hearing these household names, the two little Custers shouted one after another.
While the family was having a lively discussion about lawyers and engineers, a burst of nervous footsteps suddenly sounded.
Out of the sensitivity of a professional soldier, Frank Custer couldn't help but follow the sound and immediately saw a group of men in black gathering not far away.
Judging from their movements, most of these men in black are carrying guns.
"They're gangsters." Frank judged the identities of these people.
"Bruno Costa." His wife recognized one of the gang leaders more accurately and said nervously.
"You know him?" Frank asked.
"Yes." The wife nodded, "When I helped a client in a lawsuit, Bruno Costa was the defendant. This man did all kinds of evil and his crimes were obvious, but behind him was Wilson Fisk, so I still lost in the end.
