After Charles and Hank were escorted into the large Base office, the employees left, closing the door behind them.
No one believed these two could do anything to the 'true robot' in the room.
Though Charles's abilities posed a great threat to humans, in front of a true robot, he was no different from a defenseless infant… "What do you want to ask us by bringing us here?"
"Everything I know, everything I can say, I will cooperate and answer!"
Although Charles found it strange that the true robot had stood motionless to the side ever since they entered, Charles himself was aware of his status as a captive.
After all, in the US, where gun violence is an everyday occurrence, given Charles's actions, even if the Base wanted to kill him, no one could say it was wrong.
But since they hadn't killed him, it meant he still had value.
Whether the ultimate power behind it wanted to meet him or wanted something from him, in any case, for now, he and Hank were safe, so Charles wasn't overly panicked.
However, Charles didn't place all his hopes on its mercy. Before stopping his resistance, Charles had secretly used his abilities to contact the guards at his school, which wasn't too far away, asking them to find a way to rescue him and Hank as safely as possible.
Michael, who'saw' all of this, did not stop him.
In fact, Michael also intended for these guys to gather together; Michael was too lazy to meet them one by one.
Although Michael's original intention was only to meet Jean Grey.
But after witnessing the Ancient One's strength, Michael felt it was necessary to meet the guards… "Just wait patiently!"
With a synthesized electronic voice, the robot looked up at Charles, then immediately fell silent again.
"Hmm?" Hank was a bit confused, "Wait, who?" But Charles's heart sank, and he had a bad premonition.
He secretly glanced at the robot, finding that it wasn't staring at him.
So, Charles quietly raised his left hand, his index and middle fingers together, pressing them against his temple, and subtly activated his psychic powers… Seeing this scene.
Michael, who had already arrived and was even sitting in the huge boss chair in the office, but hidden in Subspace, rolled his eyes helplessly.
Michael found it very difficult to understand.
Aren't these Mutants' powers controlled by thought? Why do they always use their hands to coordinate when activating their powers? Especially Magneto, who Michael remembered clearly, always had to wave his hands when activating his abilities.
Could it be that without hands, their powers would disappear? Could it be that their abilities aren't called powers, but 'hand-powers'? Or perhaps, doing this is just for show? Anyway… In Michael's opinion, it just looked idiotic.
"Ah!!!"
Suddenly, Charles, who had just activated his psychic powers, let out a scream, clutching his head with both hands, writhing in pain.
"Charles!"
"What's wrong, Charles?!"
Hank was startled and immediately grabbed the convulsing Charles, shouting anxiously.
"Ah!!!"
"Ah!"
Charles didn't respond to him. Instead, he clutched his head even more painfully, and somehow found the strength to break free from Hank's grip, rolling around in his wheelchair.
"If you don't stop your power now."
"Then you might only be able to be an idiot in the future!"
At this moment, the robot beside them timely uttered another synthesized electronic voice.
As White's captive, and still wanting to activate his power in front of White? He was thinking too much! If Michael hadn't specified that Charles needed to be alive, White would have eliminated him the moment Charles activated his power!
"It's you!"
"You did it!"
Hearing the electronic voice, Hank suddenly turned his head, and his entire body rapidly 'blued'.
"Stop it right now!"
Hank, transformed into Beast, lunged at the robot without thinking.
However, it was a pity. The 'infinitely strong' Hank made no headway against White's substitute robot, which was entirely constructed from'Super Vibranium Alloy' developed by White and iterated countless times.
In fact, Beast's claws not only failed to produce even a tiny spark on the robot's body, but they didn't even leave a single scratch. The robot's exterior remained as bright as new.
"Bang!" "Ah!" Hank couldn't hurt White, but that didn't mean White couldn't hurt Hank, nor did it mean White would let him attack.
As a replica of White, with its emotion module specifically removed, White would not feel sympathy for anyone.
The result was that White merely raised its mechanical arm and pushed. Beast was instantly sent flying backward with a 'whoosh', hitting the office wall with a 'thud', making the entire room shake.
Then he fell to the floor with a 'thwack', in immense pain, clearly having sustained serious injuries.
"Hank!"
Charles, still very wisely, followed White's 'advice' and stopped activating his psychic powers. He finally recovered from the agony that felt like a thousand hammers simultaneously smashing his head, only to see Chang Wei beating Lai Fu.
Uh, no, he saw Beast severely injured and collapsed, even losing his 'blue' form and reverting back to Hank. However, Hank in this state looked equally miserable.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"Why don't you just give us a quick end?"
The disabled Charles could only comfort Hank with his eyes, then turned and shouted angrily at the White robot… "Heh heh."
"I have never seen such a shameless person!"
"An intruder, after being captured, asks us what we want to do?"
"This sentence, it seems, should be asked by me instead."
With a sneer, Michael simply withdrew his space magic, returned from Subspace to the main space, and questioned Charles, who was indeed astonished.
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