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Chapter 592 Seeking Assistance
This World is never short of Big Events. Just yesterday, the strongest Superhero, Hyperion, arranged the Superhuman Registration, and today, the deceased top Military figure, General Ross, has been exposed in a Scandal.
The specific source of the News is untraceable. By the time everyone reacted, the matter was already impossible to suppress.
Under the instruction of the former top Military figure, Superhumans were secretly kidnapped to be used as material for Human Experiment, and the Military, conducting Human Experiment recklessly and without regard for consequences, was the True Culprit of the New York Event not long ago.
This huge Scandal instantly ignited Public Opinion Worldwide. Not to mention the condemnation from various countries around the World, Domestic criticism was even more vehement.
This Event quickly implicated another person, Hyperion, who had self-declared his Identity. As Ross's son, and also a powerful Superhuman himself, no one would believe Hyperion's claim that he knew nothing about this.
In an instant, Public Opinion focused entirely on Hyperion. Some people even suspected that Hyperion was not a naturally born Superhuman, but was turned into a Superhuman by his Dad Ross.
Once this conjecture emerged, Hyperion's Status as the number one Superhero instantly collapsed. In the eyes of the public, a person who trampled on countless innocent Corpse was not worthy of being called a Superhero.
Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. Hyperion, having lost Public Trust, even if he possessed Power, could no longer rely on a few Words to make all Superhumans listen to him and come to Registration.
"Who knows what he wants us to register for? Maybe he's coveting our Ability, wanting to capture us all and then rely on those Scientists to transplant our Ability to himself."
"That's right, I've always found it strange that he shoulders multiple Abilities, and each one is so strong. Maybe behind each Ability, countless people have died for it."
Hyperion read the Bad Reviews on the Network bit by bit. Even though his Expression did not change at this time, the others in the Room still did not dare to breathe loudly.
"Are you okay, Mark?"
Zarda, wrapped in Bandage, was the only one in the Room who dared to speak. Not only was she powerful, but her relationship with Hyperion was indeed extraordinary.
"I'm fine, Zarda." Hyperion shook his Head. "I just didn't expect it to be like this. Things have completely exceeded my imagination."
"You were too impatient." Zarda stepped forward and placed her Hand on Hyperion's Shoulder, Comforting him. "You could have used a gentler Method to solve this Business."
"I know, Zarda, I know." Hyperion seemed to recall something, and unconsciously clenched his Fist, accidentally crushing the mouse he was holding into Fragments.
"I will investigate this matter thoroughly. If my Father is wronged, then I will definitely find the Guy who damaged his Reputation, but if he is really as the rumors say…"
"Then I will not escape. I will face this Event and live with it, for a better tomorrow."
Looking at the radiant man in front of her, Zarda couldn't help but feel admiration. She grasped Hyperion's Hand, her meaning self-evident.
"I will always support you." Zarda pressed her Body against Hyperion's Body. "But before my Injury recovers, you need to find some helpers to help you. You can't do everything yourself."
Hyperion thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with Zarda's Idea. Next, he needed to focus his energy on his Father Ross's Business. He obviously couldn't keep guarding the Superhuman Registration Event all the time.
But, in the current Situation, would anyone really come to help them?
"Leave it to me."
Zarda saw the worry in her beloved's Heart. Her confident guarantee did dispel some of Hyperion's worries.
…
"We need your help."
Zarda looked at Magneto in front of her and directly told him her request, completely ignoring the Mutants around who were on guard.
"Is this the attitude of you Superheroes seeking help from others?" Gambit played with the Playing Cards in his Hand, crimson Energy constantly pulsing on them.
"Breaking into someone else's Home, and then forcing a negotiation? You Superheroes are really impolite!"
Scott placed his Hand on the Visor's knob, ready to fire at any moment. Beast also took off his Eyes, Storm slowly floated up, and Jean's Expression was uncertain. They were waiting for Magneto's order.
Jubilee also prepared to release her Ability, but was sneak attacked on the Head by Anole, who arrived late.
"Ouch!" Jubilee was just about to see who had sneak attacked her when she turned her Head and saw Anole's face.
"Why did you hit me?" Jubilee asked aggrievedly.
"This is not a place for you Children to interfere." Anole extended his Arm and pushed all the Students behind him.
"But we can also help." Sunspot was a little dissatisfied. He hated being treated like a Child.
"Wait until you can beat me, or get A's in all subjects." Anole retorted Sunspot with one sentence. At the same time, he still worriedly said to Colossus.
"Keep an eye on everyone, Piotr."
"Yes, sir." Colossus agreed.
Anole nodded, and then raised his Right Hand. At his summons, dozens of unknown huge Plants rose from Underfoot, each one as thick as a Human's Waist.
"Too much commotion, Anole." Magneto said, half blaming and half praising. "And you guys too, making such a big commotion is not our Mutants' way of treating guests."
Under Magneto's instruction, the Mutants relaxed, although they were still on guard, it was much better than the tense atmosphere just now.
Anole took the opportunity to withdraw his Plants. He just saw that everyone was quite serious, and it wouldn't be good if he was the only one not contributing, so he just put in some Effort.
The reason for being so Effort was precisely because of the unusual feeling from Magneto not long ago. That strange Feeling made Anole have to be careful. Who knew if Magneto would go crazy and come up with some Plan to destroy Earth.
Putting in Effort at this time, maybe he could become Magneto's Confidant. If Old Man really wanted to do some Big Event, Anole could also get something like Apocalypse's Four Horsemen to be, which would also make it convenient for him to backstab Old Man.
"I remember today is not a School holiday." Magneto casually summoned two Chairs. "Scott, take everyone out. It's not proper for Teachers and Students to gather here without Class."
"But Principal…"
"No buts, Scott."
Magneto interrupted Cyclops's Words. He casually waved his Hand and snatched Power Princess's Sword and Shield.
"I am Magneto. I am not so old that I dare not be alone in a Room with guests, let alone those who come are not bad guests, right?"
Taking back the Weapon returned by Magneto, Power Princess nodded.
(End of this chapter)
This World is never short of Big Events. Just yesterday, the strongest Superhero, Hyperion, arranged the Superhuman Registration, and today, the deceased top Military figure, General Ross, has been exposed in a Scandal.
The specific source of the News is untraceable. By the time everyone reacted, the matter was already impossible to suppress.
Under the instruction of the former top Military figure, Superhumans were secretly kidnapped to be used as material for Human Experiment, and the Military, conducting Human Experiment recklessly and without regard for consequences, was the True Culprit of the New York Event not long ago.
This huge Scandal instantly ignited Public Opinion Worldwide. Not to mention the condemnation from various countries around the World, Domestic criticism was even more vehement.
This Event quickly implicated another person, Hyperion, who had self-declared his Identity. As Ross's son, and also a powerful Superhuman himself, no one would believe Hyperion's claim that he knew nothing about this.
In an instant, Public Opinion focused entirely on Hyperion. Some people even suspected that Hyperion was not a naturally born Superhuman, but was turned into a Superhuman by his Dad Ross.
Once this conjecture emerged, Hyperion's Status as the number one Superhero instantly collapsed. In the eyes of the public, a person who trampled on countless innocent Corpse was not worthy of being called a Superhero.
Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. Hyperion, having lost Public Trust, even if he possessed Power, could no longer rely on a few Words to make all Superhumans listen to him and come to Registration.
"Who knows what he wants us to register for? Maybe he's coveting our Ability, wanting to capture us all and then rely on those Scientists to transplant our Ability to himself."
"That's right, I've always found it strange that he shoulders multiple Abilities, and each one is so strong. Maybe behind each Ability, countless people have died for it."
Hyperion read the Bad Reviews on the Network bit by bit. Even though his Expression did not change at this time, the others in the Room still did not dare to breathe loudly.
"Are you okay, Mark?"
Zarda, wrapped in Bandage, was the only one in the Room who dared to speak. Not only was she powerful, but her relationship with Hyperion was indeed extraordinary.
"I'm fine, Zarda." Hyperion shook his Head. "I just didn't expect it to be like this. Things have completely exceeded my imagination."
"You were too impatient." Zarda stepped forward and placed her Hand on Hyperion's Shoulder, Comforting him. "You could have used a gentler Method to solve this Business."
"I know, Zarda, I know." Hyperion seemed to recall something, and unconsciously clenched his Fist, accidentally crushing the mouse he was holding into Fragments.
"I will investigate this matter thoroughly. If my Father is wronged, then I will definitely find the Guy who damaged his Reputation, but if he is really as the rumors say…"
"Then I will not escape. I will face this Event and live with it, for a better tomorrow."
Looking at the radiant man in front of her, Zarda couldn't help but feel admiration. She grasped Hyperion's Hand, her meaning self-evident.
"I will always support you." Zarda pressed her Body against Hyperion's Body. "But before my Injury recovers, you need to find some helpers to help you. You can't do everything yourself."
Hyperion thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with Zarda's Idea. Next, he needed to focus his energy on his Father Ross's Business. He obviously couldn't keep guarding the Superhuman Registration Event all the time.
But, in the current Situation, would anyone really come to help them?
"Leave it to me."
Zarda saw the worry in her beloved's Heart. Her confident guarantee did dispel some of Hyperion's worries.
…
"We need your help."
Zarda looked at Magneto in front of her and directly told him her request, completely ignoring the Mutants around who were on guard.
"Is this the attitude of you Superheroes seeking help from others?" Gambit played with the Playing Cards in his Hand, crimson Energy constantly pulsing on them.
"Breaking into someone else's Home, and then forcing a negotiation? You Superheroes are really impolite!"
Scott placed his Hand on the Visor's knob, ready to fire at any moment. Beast also took off his Eyes, Storm slowly floated up, and Jean's Expression was uncertain. They were waiting for Magneto's order.
Jubilee also prepared to release her Ability, but was sneak attacked on the Head by Anole, who arrived late.
"Ouch!" Jubilee was just about to see who had sneak attacked her when she turned her Head and saw Anole's face.
"Why did you hit me?" Jubilee asked aggrievedly.
"This is not a place for you Children to interfere." Anole extended his Arm and pushed all the Students behind him.
"But we can also help." Sunspot was a little dissatisfied. He hated being treated like a Child.
"Wait until you can beat me, or get A's in all subjects." Anole retorted Sunspot with one sentence. At the same time, he still worriedly said to Colossus.
"Keep an eye on everyone, Piotr."
"Yes, sir." Colossus agreed.
Anole nodded, and then raised his Right Hand. At his summons, dozens of unknown huge Plants rose from Underfoot, each one as thick as a Human's Waist.
"Too much commotion, Anole." Magneto said, half blaming and half praising. "And you guys too, making such a big commotion is not our Mutants' way of treating guests."
Under Magneto's instruction, the Mutants relaxed, although they were still on guard, it was much better than the tense atmosphere just now.
Anole took the opportunity to withdraw his Plants. He just saw that everyone was quite serious, and it wouldn't be good if he was the only one not contributing, so he just put in some Effort.
The reason for being so Effort was precisely because of the unusual feeling from Magneto not long ago. That strange Feeling made Anole have to be careful. Who knew if Magneto would go crazy and come up with some Plan to destroy Earth.
Putting in Effort at this time, maybe he could become Magneto's Confidant. If Old Man really wanted to do some Big Event, Anole could also get something like Apocalypse's Four Horsemen to be, which would also make it convenient for him to backstab Old Man.
"I remember today is not a School holiday." Magneto casually summoned two Chairs. "Scott, take everyone out. It's not proper for Teachers and Students to gather here without Class."
"But Principal…"
"No buts, Scott."
Magneto interrupted Cyclops's Words. He casually waved his Hand and snatched Power Princess's Sword and Shield.
"I am Magneto. I am not so old that I dare not be alone in a Room with guests, let alone those who come are not bad guests, right?"
Taking back the Weapon returned by Magneto, Power Princess nodded.
(End of this chapter)
