"Magneto is inside the torch."
Charles's voice echoed in everyone's minds, except for Darian and Wade who did not receive it.
Due to his spiritual power far exceeding that of an ordinary person, Darian instinctively blocked out Telepathy, and he did not want to open his mind to Charles.
As for Wade, Charles simply did not want to enter his brain; to put it bluntly, he was disgusted.
If other people's brains were vast oceans, then Wade's brain was a cesspool, filled with filth. Anyone who fell in would suffer greatly, and Charles certainly did not want to do the butterfly stroke in a cesspool and soar freely.
Old Logan knew the two could not tune into Charles's brainwaves, so he relayed the broadcast to them in real-time.
Darian nodded: "Then we will proceed according to plan. First, clear out the mobs from the hostile faction, then launch a righteous group beatdown on Magneto. As long as we take off his helmet, the rest will be easy to handle."
The X-Men had no objections, and not a trace of nervousness could be seen on their faces.
Although their Professor X had fallen, another Professor X, Charles, had stood... had sat up!
They seemed to have regained their backbone. With the invincible bald man backing them up, there was nothing to fear. They could also take this opportunity to train their intern, Young Logan, and accumulate experience in dealing with Magneto.
After all, the daily routine of the X-Men was eating, sleeping, and beating up Magneto. Ninety percent of their activities were provided by Magneto, so dealing with Magneto had become a compulsory introductory course for every X-Men member.
However, Charles did not enter the fray directly because he could not control Magneto while he was wearing a helmet that blocked Telepathy.
Unless he could win with one strike, if Magneto sensed his presence, given the other's personality, he would definitely react aggressively on the spot and would likely take extreme measures immediately, such as using metal to control innocent civilians as hostages, making the situation tricky.
Therefore, Darian and the others were responsible for distracting Magneto and making him lower his guard.
As long as they successfully removed that helmet that blocked Telepathy, Charles could easily control Magneto, and then they could pose him however they wanted.
Wade looked around at the well-organized X-Men, feeling excited: "This is more like it! Look at this lineup and configuration; there are several authentic X-Men, and the classic villain Magneto is personally presiding. You can tell at a glance that this is a big production with a sufficient budget!"
"It's nothing like my side, where there are only Colossus and a tomboy, two X-Men with no traffic. The villains are even more pathetic—one is a detergent spokesperson, and the other is a chubby adolescent with the same name as the Russo brothers. They are all minor characters I've never heard of, so weak that they have no presence, and they can't set off my glorious image as the protagonist at all!"
Darian curled his lips: "Is there a possibility that your level is just too low, and if they arranged a villain that was too strong for you, you wouldn't be able to beat them, so you can only be matched with opponents of that level?"
"Absolutely impossible!"
Wade waved his hand in denial and puffed out his chest: "In the comics, I am an existence capable of soloing the entire Marvel Universe."
"That must be the editor forcing cheats on you."
"That's because I'm popular, and the comic editors are willing to give me cheats!"
"Isn't it because you took a knife to the Marvel headquarters and threatened the comic editors?"
"Slander! He is slandering me! You all heard it, he is slandering me!"
Wade turned his head and shouted at the surrounding X-Men, but everyone else was already used to it, and no one paid any attention to this fool.
Soon, the group walked into the interior of the base of the Statue of Liberty.
The interior was a large exhibition hall, with various historical materials of the Statue of Liberty displayed around, and there was also a dazzling array of souvenir shops.
As a World-renowned goddess of traffic, the peripheral sales of the Statue of Liberty have always been good. After all, this goddess has a very high appearance rate in various movies, especially disaster movies. Without a shot of the Statue of Liberty, one would be embarrassed to say that the World was destroyed.
Perhaps only the Golden Gate Bridge could enjoy comparable treatment.
"Beep beep beep!"
A siren suddenly sounded.
Everyone turned to look. It turned out that Young Logan had walked through the security gate and triggered the alarm.
As a man whose body was overloaded with iron elements, he would encounter this problem every time he went through security. Often, security guards would frisk him up and down, but they couldn't find anything, so he could only lie that he had a bullet in his brain to muddle through.
After all, he couldn't just say he possessed an iron-like will.
Old Logan passed by Young Logan, easily went through the security gate, and cast a light glance at Young Logan, as if he were deliberately showing off.
Young Logan: —Sure enough, people cannot empathize with their past selves.
When the group walked into the exhibition hall, the lights in the hall suddenly went out, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.
The next moment, a sticky tongue rushed over and wrapped around Ororo's long legs. Jean quickly grabbed Ororo, but the force coming from the tongue was immense, and the two were dragged into a side compartment together.
The thick gate closed immediately, isolating them from the others.
"Jean! Ororo!"
Scott turned around anxiously, wanting to rescue them, but a figure with a healthy green complexion suddenly dropped from the ceiling.
This person was Toad, a subordinate of Magneto. He had a tongue that could stretch freely and was full of strength, and his physique was stronger than that of an ordinary person. If it weren't for his extreme ugliness, he would be a natural at being a kept man.
Toad swung through the air using his long tongue and kicked Scott hard in the chest with both legs.
Scott groaned, and his whole body smashed into the display cabinet behind him. The glass shattered, fragments flew everywhere, and he was embedded in the damaged cabinet frame, becoming an exhibit in the exhibition hall.
Toad retracted his long tongue, and the pre-set partition door closed rapidly, sealing Scott inside.
"Bastard!" Young Logan was immediately enraged.
Messing with Scott was fine, but messing with Jean was not.
He growled and rushed towards Toad, his Adamantium Claws popping out from between his fingers with a clang, ready to turn this ugly freak into toad sashimi.
As a result, a burly and robust figure suddenly pounced from the shadows. Sharp claws slashed across Young Logan's chest, leaving several deep, bone-visible blood marks, and slammed him heavily against the wall.
Wade patted Old Logan's pectoral muscles: "Wow, this is your brother Sabretooth, his hair is really thick."
"He doesn't look anything like the one in my memory."
Old Logan looked at the long-haired version of Sabretooth who was beating up Young Logan, and without a word, he rushed up and engaged the long-haired Sabretooth in battle.
In an instant, claw shadows intertwined, and flesh and blood splattered. Gruesome wounds kept opening up on both of them, but they healed as good as new in the blink of an eye.
Another Mutant with a high-concentration Healing Factor.
Darian's eyes lit up, and he began to calculate how to trick this long-haired Sabretooth into joining the team.
"Are you a new X-Men?" Toad cast his gaze towards Darian, his eyes filled with intense malice.
He had always hated men with such excellent modeling, who thought they had great operations all day long and even taught others how to chase girls.
In the past, he believed the nonsense of those people, fantasizing about a toad eating swan meat, but ended up being reported to the police and thrown into jail. In the end, he even had to trouble Magneto to come and bail him out personally. Since then, he had no good feelings towards this type of person.
As for Wade on the side, he was ignored. If he were handsome, why would he wear a mask to cover his face?
Darian shook his head: "No, I am the founder of the Brotherhood."
Toad: "?"
How could I, a member of the Brotherhood, not know about this?
"You're courting death!" Toad thought Darian was provoking him. His anger flared up, and his long tongue shot out suddenly like a whip!
Darian did not want to be touched by this disgusting thing, so he grabbed Wade, who was watching the show, and blocked it directly in front of him.
"Wait..." Wade didn't have time to finish his sentence before his neck was wrapped by the mucus-drenched long tongue.
Toad exerted force, wanting to fling Wade away, but felt like he was pulling a concrete pillar nailed to the ground; it didn't move at all.
Darian ignored the force coming from Wade's body and smiled slightly.
"Do you know that the human body conducts electricity?"
Before the words fell, a violent current surged along the long tongue!
"Ugh—!" Toad's whole body trembled violently, his tongue stiffened, and in less than three seconds, he fell straight backward, paralyzed on the ground, twitching wildly, with a wisp of burnt smoke rising from his mouth.
Wade, acting as a conductor, suffered the same fate. His whole body shook like someone with Parkinson's, feeling incredibly numb.
"Bastard! I treated you as a sucker... a good brother, and you pushed me out to block the lightning!?"
Wade was extremely angry, his voice electric.
Seeing that Wade was really angry, Darian quickly bluffed: "This is a combo skill full of the bond between us. If you hadn't used your neck to grab this toad, we wouldn't have been able to defeat the opponent so quickly. The top credit is definitely yours."
"Really? Hahaha!"
Upon hearing this, Wade instantly turned from anger to joy, arms akimbo, chest puffed out: "I said it before! This kind of trash-level opponent doesn't deserve to be the opponent of Lord Wade. Only Magneto is barely qualified to be the villain in my personal movie!"
"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Darian chimed in very perfunctorily.
At this moment, Ororo hurried over from the side passage and shouted anxiously: "Come over and help Jean quickly, she's not going to make it!"
"What!?" Wade hurriedly stepped forward: "Where is she?"
Seeing him so anxious, Darian was a bit surprised: "What, do you also want to join the Jean competition between those two Logans and Cyclops?"
Wade quickly explained: "No, Jean is the biological mother of my good brother Cable. If she kicks the bucket, what will happen to Cable?"
"Didn't Old Logan say that Jean had already died once in the future? Your good brother most likely has nothing to do with her."
"That won't do either! What if Cable finds out I stood by and watched his own mother die and refuses to play with me or runs back to the future, what then!"
Seeing the two still bickering at this critical moment, Ororo's eyelids couldn't help but twitch slightly.
"Stop talking, come with me quickly!"
"Coming, coming!" Wade immediately followed. It could be seen that he really cared about that good brother.
Of course, being valued by Wade might not necessarily be a good thing.
Just as Wade approached, Ororo suddenly smiled slyly and quietly pressed the button on the side of the wall.
The gate closed immediately, isolating Darian outside alone.
"Wade, that idiot." Darian rolled his eyes, took out the Master Key, and reopened the gate.
However, he discovered that there were two identical Wades standing inside the door, each holding a katana, fighting furiously.
One Wade saw Darian and immediately shouted: "Buddy! Come help me! This damned imposter actually dared to imitate your handsome Lord Wade!"
The other Wade was not to be outdone: "Bullshit! I am the genuine one! You knock-off, inferior piece of trash!"
The two were identical even in their movements and the rhythm of their cursing. Amidst the flashing blades, it was almost impossible to tell who was who.
In Darian's impression, there was only one Mutant who could have this ability. Mystique Raven!
In this World, Mystique was also a subordinate of Magneto. It was she who used her shapeshifting ability to infiltrate Xavier's School and used neurotoxins to take down Professor X.
However, the Mystique of this World had no relationship with Professor X, and it wasn't a case of brotherly love or sisterly respect.
Looking at the blue elf in front of him playing a game of "The True and False" with him, Darian said happily: "To distinguish between the genuine and the fake, it's very simple. You just need to cooperate with me a little."
"What method?" The two Wades said in unison.
Darian took out the golden desert eagle and blew off one Wade's head with a shot, then said slowly: "Each of you take a bullet. Whoever doesn't die is Wade."
Mystique: "..."
She looked at the wild-thinking Wade, her face full of astonishment.
To actually be able to kill his own companion, who the hell is the villain here!
Seeing that Darian's muzzle had turned towards her, Mystique's hair stood on end. She immediately rushed forward, leaped up, and attempted to perform a deadly scissor kick on Darian!
As a result, she was kicked flying by Darian and slammed heavily against the wall, turning back into her blue elf form.
Darian said in disgust: "Turning into a beautiful woman is one thing, but using a scissor kick while wearing Wade's face, who are you trying to disgust!"
"Buddy, I think I heard you cursing me."
The real Wade climbed up from the ground, his blown-off head had already healed. He shook his head vigorously, as if trying to shake his brains inside until they were evenly mixed.
"You heard wrong, it was Mystique who cursed."
Darian didn't change his expression, his tone full of disdain: "You are too stupid; you actually let yourself be tricked by such a trick."
"I did it on purpose, to let her lower her guard, and then slash her with a knife."
Wade's mouth was the hardest part of his entire body.
He lowered his head to look at Mystique and chuckled: "So this is Mystique, the perfect woman in men's hearts. Possessing her is equivalent to possessing all the women in the World."
"It's also equivalent to possessing all the men in the World." Darian added.
"Isn't that even better?"
Darian glanced at Wade in disgust and decided to stay away from this guy.
When they walked back to the exhibition hall, the battle between Old Logan and Sabretooth had come to an end.
Sabretooth was curled up on the ground, his hands tightly covering his peaches, twitching all over in pain. Apparently, the pain had completely exceeded his threshold.
The only thing that can defeat someone with a Healing Factor is the peaches!
Darian felt that ever since Old Logan lost his Adamantium skeleton, his methods had become increasingly insidious. No one with a Healing Factor could stand straight in front of him.
"However, I won't be polite about this Sabretooth that delivered himself to my door, hehe."