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Chapter 639 Eric, I am too difficult, Lansheel

The group finished eating and drinking, rested in the hotel for two hours, and then took a special car to go to the Mutant Academy. It was like an outing, and there was no atmosphere of an impending war.

Deadpool was autistic all the time. He was curled up on the leather chair with his hands on his knees. His washing machine was broken. The washing machine that used to roll up and down and left and right with the sound of running water could no longer spin. No matter what method he used, he couldn't change it.

The fact that a washing machine turns into a refrigerator.

Cold, quiet, no more lively and restless than before!

Everything Deadpool is looking at now is boring, and Psylocke is starting to get close to Russell again. It's really annoying, but what does this have to do with him?

From now on, there will be no relationship.

Deadpool is so eerily quiet. This unscientific scene has attracted the attention of many people. Just like people who live next to a train track and fall asleep with the sound of railroad tracks every day. After suddenly moving, they are not used to it being too quiet.

During this period, Logan had suspected that Deadpool had been replaced by someone, and now it was Mystique Raven in front of them.

Russell shot him out and proved with facts that Deadpool is still the same Deadpool, but his cheap energy has been severely consumed and he is currently in a reading state.

"Wade, what happened? You seem to be in a bad mood." Russell pushed away Psylocke, who was staring at him eagerly, and sat down opposite, next to Deadpool.

When Deadpool heard this, he seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw: "Russell, my good brother, little Wilson is dying. He is about to die. Tell me, the Holy Light can cure him, right?"

Even if it can be cured, I won’t cure it!

Russell continued to be confused: "Wade, what are you talking about, who is little Wilson?"

"Little Wilson is..."

Deadpool was about to shout when he suddenly remembered that family scandals should not be made public. As long as the doctor knows about this kind of thing, he whispered in Russell's ear: "Little Wilson is just... blah blah blah... He doesn't know how...

Bah bah bah..."

After hearing this, Russell's face changed drastically. He took a deep breath, puffed up his chest, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Wade, you said you're depressed because you can't do it anymore, is that true?"

(¬??¬) xn

The car went silent for a moment, and the passengers froze for three seconds, then withdrew their contemptuous eyes, chatting and laughing about the previous topic, as if they had heard nothing just now.

What a considerate group of people, they gave Deadpool enough face. It would be better if their eyes were more tactful!

Deadpool noticed everyone's contempt and wanted to wipe the knife on his neck immediately. Thinking that he would not die, he gave up the idea of ​​committing suicide.

He covered Russell's mouth: "Man, you did it on purpose."

Russell patted Deadpool's hand away and said honestly: "No, I was just too surprised. You didn't have a big brain in the first place, but now you are brain dead. I couldn't accept the reality for a while, so I yelled out."

"Come on, I know you too well, you did it on purpose..."

Deadpool was stunned as he spoke and grabbed Russell by the collar: "Russell, tell me honestly whether you were responsible for little Wilson's death."

"no."

Russell shook his head decisively: "If I had this ability, little Wilson would never be alive now."

Makes sense!

Deadpool nodded, loosened Russell's collar, smoothed it for him, and said flatteringly: "Good brother, use your holy light to help me heal."

"My problem is a trivial matter."

Russell used the illumination technique and illuminated Deadpool's whole body with his glowing palms. He wiped the non-existent sweat from his head and asked with concern: "How is it? What did little Wilson say?"

Deadpool tilted his head and leaned on the seat, saying in despair: "He left, so I have to be strong in the future..."

Russell laughed like a pig in his heart, and held back a bad move: "Wade, there is actually another way. I don't know if it will work. You can try this to win back little Wilson."

"What move?" Deadpool suddenly stopped feeling sleepy.

"Don't you have a self-healing factor that allows you to recover at a super speed? Give it a try. You won't lose a piece of flesh anyway."

Deadpool: "..."



On the other side, Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters.

The three backbone members of the X-Men, headed by Charles and assisted by Hank and Raven, stood ready in the college garden. Charles could sense that the other party had not deliberately hidden their whereabouts, and declared openly... They are coming!

Is it contempt or confidence?

Charles didn't know, he only knew that after the previous two setbacks, the other party's arrogant behavior made him very stressed.

"Charles, relax, you are too serious and will bring pressure to the students." Raven whispered.

Behind the three people are the newly formed X-Men, Quicksilver Pietro, Jean, Nightcrawler Wagner, and Shockwave Alex.

Cyclops is no longer in this category. He has not yet mastered his powers. In contrast, his brother Alex is a qualified warrior and was an X-Men ten years ago.

Alex's ability is to absorb cosmic energy such as radiation, electromagnetic or heat in the environment, and emit it from various parts of his body. The destructive power is very powerful.

Quicksilver Pietro was here, invited by Charles, to see what kind of person his father, Magneto Eric, was, and whether he was a heinous, cold-blooded butcher as the outside world said.

Charles knew Pietro's mother, and out of concern for his good friend, Aiwujiwu understood Pietro's abilities.

Move at supersonic speed!

Although Pietro is young, he is as talented as his father and has mastered his abilities long ago. Charles believes that his abilities may be able to reverse the outcome at a critical moment.

In addition to these seven X-Men, other teachers and students in the academy were transferred to the air-raid shelter by school buses. There were many mutant children with great potential, but they lacked practical experience in using their abilities. Staying on the battlefield was purely for nothing.

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Looking at the four young and powerful X-Men behind him, Charles' confidence greatly increased. The members of this team had their own abilities, and they might be able to give the arrogant enemy a heavy blow.

"Today you can release your energy as much as you want without worrying about hurting others. Wagner, your abilities are very important. Your first priority is to protect your teammates."

Charles gave a few words of encouragement, looked at Mystique, and said solemnly: "Riven, I'm here to hold off the telepathic person on the other side. You can find a way to get close to Eric and see if you can find out if his family members are imprisoned."

Where is it?"

The enemy is strong and we are weak, so Charles decided to win over his good friend. If the plan succeeds, this battle should be stable.

"clear!"

Raven nodded slightly and noticed that Charles had a serious face. Looking along his line of sight, she saw two limousines driving into the school gate.

"The enemy is coming!"

The appearance was a bit unique, even a bit simple, but this did not affect Charles's attention. He locked onto one of the cars, and the telepathic person who made his heart palpitate was among them.

Click!

The car door opened, and Eric, wearing a suit and sunglasses, stepped out and stood beside the car with a cold face. Because of his inappropriate words, Professor

Four more figures walked out, Russell, Deadpool, Logan, and Psylocke. These four members of the X-Force were the protagonists in today's battle.

Considering that Psylocke is a soy saucer, Deadpool is out of shape after his brother is killed, Logan looks at the familiar figure and reminisces about the past, Russell is the main attacker.

Russell enjoys it, beating up superheroes, or superhero groups, he likes it best.

"..."

The X-Men are a little confused. The four on the opposite side don't seem to have any fighting spirit. They are dazed and nervous. Are they sure they are looking for trouble?

Only Qin felt deeply uneasy and subconsciously took two steps back. The middle-aged man with a beard opposite him stared at her fiercely from the moment he got off the car, his eyes were like those of a wolf.

Charles was puzzled and thought that the four Russells had no fighting spirit because they, like Eric, were subject to telepathy.

Just when he was about to say something, the black car window rolled down, revealing a shiny head and smiled at him.

Professor

"hiss!"

The light in Charles's eyes skyrocketed. It was unmistakable. That familiar light showed the mysterious man who had defeated him twice.

He couldn't wait to ask: "Who are you? What is your purpose?"

Professor

"Don't worry, leave it to us next!" Eric said with a very shameless bow. He didn't want to, but he couldn't beat the old one, so he could only vent his anger on the younger one.

Not to mention, as soon as the scene started, he enjoyed the pleasure and loved the pleasure of playing with Charles in the palm of his hand.

"Eric, you...what are you doing?"

Charles couldn't accept it. He thought his teammates were being threatened, but he was clearly enjoying himself at the scene in front of him!

"What is it called? Didn't you see it all?"

Charles asked angrily: "Where is your arrogance and self-esteem? How can you bow to others casually? Eric, is this still you?"

"MD, don't bully others too much. You're a bastard who acts like a good boy when you get an advantage!"

Eric "I'm Too Difficult" Lansheer cursed unhappily. He was bullied by Charles, but Charles was not satisfied and scolded him for being spineless.


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