The Death Knell

The other end of the portal is not Limbo, but a seemingly ordinary house with a few simple furniture placed inside and no windows in the entire room.

This is a safe house.

There was a small desk lamp placed on the table, and the dim yellow light softly spread to every corner. The brightness it provided was very limited, but Deathstroke had already identified the person that the mysterious guest had found for him.

A thin woman was lying on the bed swaying. Her face was pale and her brows were furrowed. As soon as the two of them came over, they could hear the sound of chattering teeth.

The long green hair was wet with sweat on her face, making her small face even smaller. Some small metal particles floated around her uncontrollably.

She might have had some kind of nightmare and was still subconsciously using her superpowers.

"Oh? There has been no news about the North Star that I have asked everyone to look for all these years, but you accidentally picked it up." Su Ming grabbed a handful of metal shavings flying in the air, and they slipped from his fingers like quicksand: " Well done, she’s of some use.”

Liana hugged Deathstroke's arm and laughed. She was always happy to receive praise from the teacher: "I have been very lucky since I met you, teacher. Sometimes it's not that everyone doesn't work hard, but that there is really no chance. "

After all, she is also a student of Karma Taj, and she knows a lot of small words such as retribution, chance, and blessing.

Su Ming stretched out his hand, pushed aside Bei Xing's hair, touched her head, and wet his hand with sweat:

"She has an X-gene suppression collar around her neck. Half of it was damaged, allowing her to barely release her superpowers. Therefore, she should have escaped from a military laboratory not long ago. She showed alternating high fever and defervescence. It seems that he has malaria, and in autumn like this, the places where there are mosquitoes should be in the low latitudes of the south, so the 'Weapons' series plan is to build a new base in Mexico? Magneto is really going the other way. It’s the direction.”

The Brotherhood of Mutants has been entangled with Department Z in Canada. Unexpectedly, there are all false targets there. The US military has moved the laboratory to its southern neighbor.

"I have given her quinine, but the effect of the medicine seems to be very ordinary. Maybe her body is different from humans?" The mysterious guest sat on the edge of the bed and released a small magic to create a cold tentacle. Put it on Polaris' forehead to cool her down.

"No, the key lies in the collar." Su Ming let Strangler turn into a big mouth and bite the prop that was neither gold nor iron: "She has been using her abilities unconsciously, and the collar released electric current again and again to punish her. Her, if she doesn’t take this thing off, her nervous system will even be completely destroyed.”

As he spoke, he wrapped his big mouth full of fangs around the collar and bit it down like a donut.

In the next second, Lorna's expression seemed much calmer, as if she was very comfortable after being released.

Naturally, some of the metal furniture in the room hit the wall, twisted and deformed, and stuck to it.

"Okay, you send her to Xavier College and hand her over to Charles. Don't say anything, just say that you picked up a mutant." Su Ming wiped his hands, took out a cigarette and lit it: "Be careful, she inherited her father's bipolar disorder, and her mood always jumps between irritability and depression."

Mysterio blinked and said with a smile: "I thought you would let me hand her over to Magneto."

"She can't stay anywhere. In the future, I need her to unite an organization called X Factor. You just need to have a good relationship with her." Deathstroke shrugged and floated slowly: "Besides, as a It doesn't make sense logically for a member of the X-Men to hand over a strange mutant he picked up to Magneto. Don't underestimate Polaris, she's actually quite smart."

Mysterio tilted his head and looked at the unconscious woman on the bed. Indeed, Lorna has a pointed chin and a small face. She looks like a very shrewd vixen. She is not stupid if she can escape from the mutant prison alone. It can be done.

"Yes, I'll leave first. If I have a chance in a few days, I'll come out to play with you." Mysterio conjured up a big tentacle, grabbed Lorna like a burrito, and drew a Purple creeping portal.

Su Ming patted her head. Her long golden hair was like silk: "You have to improve the level of psychic protection recently. I received a message that Magneto has joined Magneto as a new mutant, Max Munro. , also known as the 'Master of Memory', Eric may want to use him to hypnotize all the X-Men to merge, but I hope that the unity of the mutants is achieved in my hands, do you understand?"

Liana nodded, dragging Lorna in mid-air into the portal: "I understand, that guy called the Memory Master, I will kill him when I get the chance. He will die."

"This is my good student, go ahead." Deathstroke raised the cloak behind him, turned around and left the hiding place, entering the darkness again.

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Early the next morning, the alarm clock woke Peter from his sleep. When he looked at the time on the dial, he was shocked.

"Oops! You're going to be late!"

Aunt May went out to work early in the morning. She had to work three jobs, so naturally she wouldn't have time to wake Peter up.

I saw Peter standing upright on the messy little bed, and then... He who was just planning to sit up seemed to have exerted too much force and flew directly to the ceiling.

He didn't know how, but his hands and feet were stuck to the ceiling of the room. He seemed to be stunned and stayed motionless on it.

"This, this is the scene I dreamed about last night, so... I turned into a spider?"

He suddenly felt a little panicked. He had seen the movie "Fly Man". It would be too miserable if he turned into that kind of thing that is neither human nor ghost.

With a thought in his mind, he fell from the ceiling and fell back onto his bed. The old little bed made an overwhelming sound of wood crackling.

But he didn't feel much pain, but he was focused on seeing what he looked like now. He grabbed the glasses on the bedside table, jumped over the socks that could stand up on the floor, and rushed to the bathroom.

Then he discovered a series of beneficial changes.

First of all, his eyes were no longer nearsighted. He put on and took off his glasses several times to confirm that his eyesight could not be better.

Secondly, as one night passed, all the fat on his body turned into muscles. He was not like a bodybuilder with big and bulky muscles. He was just right. He not only felt unparalleled strength, but also looked very beautiful.

Third, he had an indescribable sixth sense. Even though he looked in the mirror endlessly, he had an intuition that told him there was a cockroach under the bathroom floor drain, peeking at him.

There may be many changes, but he doesn't have time now. He probably guessed what made him change like he is now, but he wants to know what the girls' situation is like.

So he quickly put on his clothes, grabbed a piece of bread from the refrigerator, put it in his mouth, ran out and got on his bicycle and started pedaling like crazy.