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"Where are you going to fool around with that long-tailed guy!"

Charles seemed to be looking at Revan who was facing the huge full-length mirror with a bit of resentment, constantly changing his hairstyle and clothes. Ever since he got acquainted with the Howlett family's Asazzo, Raven has "become bad" by more than a little bit.

Now she often walks around the house naked with her indigo-skinned body "naked".

Raven gave the mother-in-law Charles a blank look. Since he became a professor, he likes to preach more.

She finally chose a Burberry khaki windbreaker and beige women's trousers in the magazine. In an instant, the scale-like textures on her body fluctuated, and she copied the model in the photo to her body meticulously.

"It's my first day at work today, miss. I'm in a good mood. I don't know as much as you. Also, that's my boyfriend. Don't say that about him."

Raven shook her hair with her hands, thinking that Miss Emma's hair was golden in color, she immediately transformed into a chestnut-colored, smooth, straight hair and tied it up.

"Go to work? What class do you go to, where do you go to work, and how can you have a boyfriend at such a young age? Rui Wenyi can't have a boyfriend!"

Raven had strode out of the door, and Asazo, wrapped in silver-gray silk, was waiting to pick her up at the door.

"What the hell is he calling inside?"

Asazo listened strangely to Charles' last howl in the room, followed Raven out, and slammed the door shut.

"Don't pay attention to him. Only now do you know how to care about my sister."

They looked around for no one, and suddenly disappeared into smoke and dust.

Professor Charles Xavier in the room put on his tie complicatedly. For some reason, this feeling like his own sister being abducted by outsiders made him feel a little lonely.

He waited a moment before Ms. Maura MacTaggart, a former CIA agent, drove a Hummer off-road vehicle configured by the Mutant Forces Research Department and came outside the townhouse.

"Looks out of sorts, Charles."

Maura teased Charles, who was obviously looking disappointed, she was curious about what could make this almost omniscient spiritual master feel lonely.

"Oh, you have never taken care of children, so I don't understand. Where is the first stop today?"

"Sean Cassidy, an Irish high school graduate, checked his student status and is currently unemployed."

Mo La smiled. She looked at the small notebook in her hand and put it back in her coat pocket. This female detective with outstanding looks and demeanor was quite capable even though she was wearing a somewhat rustic dark jacket. charm.

"Ah, I'm very impressed with him, a guy who doesn't know how to get along with girls, but very talented."

"It seems that you understand very well, Professor Xavier."

Mora drove to the northernmost Bronx district in New York City, where there is the famous Yankees home stadium and the world's largest Bronx Zoo.

The current core work of the SHIELD's Mutant Power Research Department is to collect enough mutant data, and it is best to contact and attract some mutants to cooperate and in-depth exploration.

Minister Michael Hals' vision is to create an official mutant team, similar to the Bald Eagle Guardians that the Super Soldier plans to create and the Soviet Hellfire Special Forces.

Charles is also very supportive of this plan. He thought of the "Captain America" ​​series comics that he liked the most when he was young. He also has extraordinary power. By protecting and helping ordinary people, he has gained a high reputation and support. .

He hoped that mutants would be like this one day and become heroes in people's hearts. At that time, he would be able to answer Raven's previous questions and seek social recognition for this ethnic group through his own efforts.

Charles faintly thought about the original story of Captain Rogers, and suddenly there was no follow-up. The car window had already passed the Yankee baseball stadium and came to a white community.

"I got it mom! Onions, carrots, tomatoes, lamb chops, BBQ sauce"

Irish people have always spoken very fast, and their authentic language features a large number of consecutive syllables. If people from English-speaking countries go to Ireland, they will find that they cannot understand what they are saying at all.

A large part of the reason is that the mother tongue of Ireland was gradually changed to English after the invasion of England.

Sean Cassidy had just graduated from high school, and he didn't meet the grade standards for college. His tall, thin body and long curly red hair didn't attract girls at school.

Coupled with his often talkative speech habits, some people always say that listening to Cassidy talk too much will cause a headache.

Charles took Mo La's hand, indicating that this young man was the target he was looking for today, and the two followed immediately.

"Sean Cassidy? I'm Professor Charles Xavier, and this lady is Agent Mora."

Sean didn't stop, he still walked towards the supermarket in a hurry, the consequences of delaying his mother's dinner were very dire, he even suspected that his voice talent was inherited from this fat mother whose roar could alarm half the community .

The young man raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyebrows, and asked with a sneer:

"Agent and professor? What kind of combination is this? Let me tell you, the Irish gang has nothing to do with me. You should go to Chuck Street next door."

Sean's voice sounded weird, he didn't speak loudly, but it always made people feel extremely sharp and piercing, as if he had penetrated into the deepest part of his head.

"We are interested in you, you are a talent with special talents."

While talking, they had already walked into the ingredients store in the neighborhood. Cassidy focused on choosing the ingredients that his mother ordered to buy, and listened to two decent-looking gentlemen and ladies introducing a What sector of what shield.

He ran through his shaggy hair, wondering if he had forgotten something.

"You forgot the BBQ sauce."

Charles rubbed his forehead, his eyes looked up, as if he was remembering something.

"Thank you! Don't forget this. Are you planning to give me a job at the end?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, but Mora quickly continued:

"That's right, if you are willing to join, there will be a fixed subsidy you can get!"

"A little advance payment?"

Sean smiled slyly and went to the cashier without paying. Charles reacted much faster this time, and paid for two bags of ingredients that were less than twenty dollars.

The young Mr. Cassidy looked in surprise at Mr. Professor who really paid the bill, and regretted not taking more.

"It just so happens that my mother is urging me to find a job recently. It sounds like you are still government employees. When can I go to work? Contract system or formal establishment? Do you have dental insurance?"

This young man with a strange personality didn't even care why he was looking for him, what job he needed to do, and only cared about personal treatment.

Charles and Moura spent a long time talking, and even promised some conditions that did not exist without authorization. Finally, when they returned to the car, he breathed a sigh of relief. This was a good start.

But the next three or four contact goals made the two of Charles particularly frustrated.

Most of them try their best to hide their mutant characteristics, and they are extremely disgusted when they hear about participating in so-called government research projects.

After Mora told a woman as stout as a meat mountain that her abnormal obesity was a genetic mutation, she was finally chased out of the house by plates and unfinished pies.

"How about trying the last one today?"

Charles asked tentatively while helping Mora clean up the pie crumbs from her hair. When the lady who almost filled the room threw the plate in her hand hysterically, he decisively stopped her , but still splashed some on Mora.

Detective Mark Taggart didn't care about this little thing. After all, she was a senior investigator of the CIA. She had experienced all kinds of environments and hardships. She patted her pants, picked up her notebook, and looked for the nearest option. .

Under the name, a thick red line was drawn. Charles leaned forward to look, and said cautiously:

"Are you sure it's him? This young man is in prison. When I saw his vision, it was a high-security solitary confinement room."

"I've checked his information. He's not a bad guy. He probably couldn't control his power and was charged with arson and locked up. We have permission to see him easily."

Mora nodded affirmatively, and lightly read the name circled in red and marked with eye-catching star symbols.

"Alex Summers, he looks good, the typical lovable captain of the school football team."

Ruiwen and Emma sat in the back of the limousine, looked at a photo of the prison information, and couldn't help saying aloud. When Asazo, who was sitting opposite, bundled up his tail, he put down the wine glass in his hand, and said Come over and watch.

The young Miss Raven had a very high starting point in her first job, and was invited by Emma to join the special talent department of the Howlett Group.

This newly established department is based on the investigation department established by James to search for abnormal people and incidents. In addition to laying out a large number of schools, hospitals, and welfare homes for special groups from the social foundation level, it is targeted contact with suspected A mutant with outstanding abilities.

Nowadays, the size of mutants is still very limited, and most of them are Epsilon and Delta class, so there is no need for special attention, but according to intelligence and data, this person named Alex Summers Young man, the strength is quite impressive.

Rikers Island Prison is located on a small island in New York's East River, between Queens and the Bronx, near LaGuardia Airport, and is the largest prison in New York.

It has a large number of prison cells, more than 10,000 people are imprisoned. The interior of the prison is divided into about ten cells to separate prisoners of different genders and ages. Many low-risk prisoners need dozens of people to be in the same room. The largest number There are even rooms with up to fifty beds.

But in every solitary prison, there are the most vicious and dangerous prisoners. Alex, who is wearing orange prison uniform trousers and a white vest, does not have the usual appearance of heavy prisoners here.

He is clean, not very tall, but very strong, with a clear outline and deep features, with dirty golden hair, lying on the bed bored, full of confusion about the rest of his life.

"Miss, please be careful. This kid is very weird. He is the only one who volunteered to be locked up alone in this heavy-duty prison, because this place is almost equivalent to a closed room, and few people can stay for a long time."

Listening to the courteous voice of the prison guard at the door, Alex sat up and watched as the heavy metal door opened, a beautiful and tall young woman stepped in, followed by a sweet-looking girl of medium build.

"I heard that you are good at destroying?"

Emma raised her eyebrows, she had already seen in her mind that this handsome young man was radiating red light all over his body, blasting a warehouse into pieces in an instant.

James would love that turbulent burst of energy intensity.