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Chapter 437
Chapter 435: First Meeting! Visiting the Academy!
Alex ran his fingers through his hair, tidied his hairstyle, then walked to the desk, looked at the newspaper on it, and continued, "Later, an Officer named Stryker found us and arranged for us to join a special department."
"Simply put, it was like a mutant version of a special forces squad. Just like that, I stayed in Vietnam for several years, participating in dozens of large and small battles during that time."
"Until later, Stryker told us he was going to take us away from that unlucky place. At first, I thought he was letting us go home, but it turned out he said it wasn't time yet and planned to give us an injection of anesthesia and send us to a private institution."
"Then what?" Hank asked.
"Then we fought," Alex said, picking up the newspaper and scanning its contents.
"At that time, Mystique imitated the appearance of a military officer and launched the first attack on Stryker. Although it was an accident, we knew it was likely the only chance to escape. Afterward, we teamed up to defeat all the soldiers in the tent. Before the others could react, we boarded an airplane bound for the United States."
"But unfortunately, as soon as the airplane landed, we were surrounded by the army who had been notified, and then we were locked up in the Mutant Research Base on Three Mile Island."
"Didn't you think about forcing the pilot to land somewhere else?" Hank asked, somewhat puzzled, as it seemed like a good escape opportunity.
"It was useless, I tried. The airplane had a tracking device."
Alex then held up the newspaper in his hand and asked curiously, "Where did this Jie Er Company come from? Why are the newspapers full of articles flattering it?"
"The founder of this company is a guy named Mr. Jervis. His superhero, Homelander, once saved Mr. President during the White House Incident. Currently, this superhero's popularity is even comparable to some Hollywood superstars."
"Furthermore, Mr. Jervis started out with newspapers. It's said that he holds shares in several large news groups like the New York Times and The Washington Post. It's no exaggeration to say that with this guy's influence, he could even manipulate presidential elections."
Of course, Hank's words were somewhat exaggerated, but not entirely without basis. After all, Xia Shang held the discourse power in one hand and powerful combat power like Homelander in the other. Even the US Government wouldn't dare to easily fall out with him.
"I've been following him for a long time. Honestly, his rise to prominence is very strange. In less than a year, he transformed from the owner of an ordinary newspaper agency into a giant of the American newspaper industry. I suspect he might have used a superpower, perhaps something like mental control."
Hank glanced at Charles, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and continued, "Professor once said that if mutants' superpowers are not restrained, it will be a disaster for the entire world."
Hank frowned, his tone heavy.
"They've arrived."
Suddenly, Charles, who was looking out the window, raised his hand and tapped his temples. Then he turned his wheelchair around and said to Hank, "Push me to the First Floor Lobby. We need to welcome Mr. Jervis."
***
At this moment, a black sedan slowly stopped in front of the academy's main door.
Rather than an academy, it looked more like a Ukrainian-style manor castle. There were two stone pillars made of brick and stone at the entrance, with conical tops, somewhat resembling lighthouses. Between the two stone pillars was an arched oak wooden door, and next to the door was a clear, neatly wiped brass plaque with a line of text written on it: [Wiziel Academy for Gifted Youngsters].
"What a huge manor. The owner of this place must be very rich," Gambit, wearing a trench coat, pushed open the car door and exclaimed, looking at the magnificent building before him. Then, he walked to the back of the car and lifted the trunk lid.
Deadpool, whose mouth was wrapped in tape, was lying in the trunk, looking at Gambit with an extremely resentful gaze.
"Don't look at me like that, it's damn creepy. Who told you to keep talking on the airplane? Putting tape on your mouth was the only way," Gambit shrugged, then tore off the tape from Deadpool's mouth.
As expected, the next second, countless streams of trash talk spewed out of Deadpool's mouth, instantly greeting Gambit's ancestors eighteen generations back.
"You just wait, if I don't pee in your cup from now on, then I'm a kind-hearted person."
"Don't worry, I'll only drink canned beverages from now on."
Gambit picked up Deadpool, whose limbs were still restrained, put him in the folded stroller next to him, then opened the stroller's frame and placed it on the ground.
"Quiet down, I don't want to hear you two trash talk each other."
Xia Shang pulled out the key, got out of the car, and calmly surveyed the building before him.
Then, he pushed open the reddish-brown wooden door and walked inside. On both sides of the brick and stone path were two large lawns. Several mutants could be seen walking on them. At the end of the road was the manor's main building, also a Ukrainian-style building. Two annexes were connected to the sides of the main building, making the overall shape resemble an open book.
The main door of the main building was open. Hank and Alex stood on either side of Charles, smiling, watching Xia Shang and his group approach.
"Welcome everyone to Wiziel Academy for Gifted Youngsters. Would you like me to show you around?"
Hank stepped forward and greeted Xia Shang proactively.
"Of course. I hope our sudden visit won't cause you any trouble," Xia Shang smiled and nodded, then looked at Charles, who was sitting in the wheelchair.
Unlike the bald Charles, the current Charles still had hair, and it wasn't short. However, perhaps because he had just emerged from a state of slump, Charles's hair appeared somewhat messy, and he also had a beard.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor Charles," Xia Shang walked up to Charles, smiled, and extended his right hand.
"Begin Analyze."
At the same time, Xia Shang didn't hesitate to issue the command to the panel, because his main purpose for coming this time was to see Charles's current ability level.
After all, the current Charles still had hair, and his potential might not have been fully unleashed yet. Just like Magneto, both of these guys got stronger with age, unless they were given an enhancement by Apocalypse. Otherwise, at their current age, it would be difficult to tap into the full potential of their abilities.
"The pleasure is mine. Welcome to Wiziel Academy for Gifted Youngsters, Mr. Jervis."
(End of Chapter)
Alex ran his fingers through his hair, tidied his hairstyle, then walked to the desk, looked at the newspaper on it, and continued, "Later, an Officer named Stryker found us and arranged for us to join a special department."
"Simply put, it was like a mutant version of a special forces squad. Just like that, I stayed in Vietnam for several years, participating in dozens of large and small battles during that time."
"Until later, Stryker told us he was going to take us away from that unlucky place. At first, I thought he was letting us go home, but it turned out he said it wasn't time yet and planned to give us an injection of anesthesia and send us to a private institution."
"Then what?" Hank asked.
"Then we fought," Alex said, picking up the newspaper and scanning its contents.
"At that time, Mystique imitated the appearance of a military officer and launched the first attack on Stryker. Although it was an accident, we knew it was likely the only chance to escape. Afterward, we teamed up to defeat all the soldiers in the tent. Before the others could react, we boarded an airplane bound for the United States."
"But unfortunately, as soon as the airplane landed, we were surrounded by the army who had been notified, and then we were locked up in the Mutant Research Base on Three Mile Island."
"Didn't you think about forcing the pilot to land somewhere else?" Hank asked, somewhat puzzled, as it seemed like a good escape opportunity.
"It was useless, I tried. The airplane had a tracking device."
Alex then held up the newspaper in his hand and asked curiously, "Where did this Jie Er Company come from? Why are the newspapers full of articles flattering it?"
"The founder of this company is a guy named Mr. Jervis. His superhero, Homelander, once saved Mr. President during the White House Incident. Currently, this superhero's popularity is even comparable to some Hollywood superstars."
"Furthermore, Mr. Jervis started out with newspapers. It's said that he holds shares in several large news groups like the New York Times and The Washington Post. It's no exaggeration to say that with this guy's influence, he could even manipulate presidential elections."
Of course, Hank's words were somewhat exaggerated, but not entirely without basis. After all, Xia Shang held the discourse power in one hand and powerful combat power like Homelander in the other. Even the US Government wouldn't dare to easily fall out with him.
"I've been following him for a long time. Honestly, his rise to prominence is very strange. In less than a year, he transformed from the owner of an ordinary newspaper agency into a giant of the American newspaper industry. I suspect he might have used a superpower, perhaps something like mental control."
Hank glanced at Charles, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and continued, "Professor once said that if mutants' superpowers are not restrained, it will be a disaster for the entire world."
Hank frowned, his tone heavy.
"They've arrived."
Suddenly, Charles, who was looking out the window, raised his hand and tapped his temples. Then he turned his wheelchair around and said to Hank, "Push me to the First Floor Lobby. We need to welcome Mr. Jervis."
***
At this moment, a black sedan slowly stopped in front of the academy's main door.
Rather than an academy, it looked more like a Ukrainian-style manor castle. There were two stone pillars made of brick and stone at the entrance, with conical tops, somewhat resembling lighthouses. Between the two stone pillars was an arched oak wooden door, and next to the door was a clear, neatly wiped brass plaque with a line of text written on it: [Wiziel Academy for Gifted Youngsters].
"What a huge manor. The owner of this place must be very rich," Gambit, wearing a trench coat, pushed open the car door and exclaimed, looking at the magnificent building before him. Then, he walked to the back of the car and lifted the trunk lid.
Deadpool, whose mouth was wrapped in tape, was lying in the trunk, looking at Gambit with an extremely resentful gaze.
"Don't look at me like that, it's damn creepy. Who told you to keep talking on the airplane? Putting tape on your mouth was the only way," Gambit shrugged, then tore off the tape from Deadpool's mouth.
As expected, the next second, countless streams of trash talk spewed out of Deadpool's mouth, instantly greeting Gambit's ancestors eighteen generations back.
"You just wait, if I don't pee in your cup from now on, then I'm a kind-hearted person."
"Don't worry, I'll only drink canned beverages from now on."
Gambit picked up Deadpool, whose limbs were still restrained, put him in the folded stroller next to him, then opened the stroller's frame and placed it on the ground.
"Quiet down, I don't want to hear you two trash talk each other."
Xia Shang pulled out the key, got out of the car, and calmly surveyed the building before him.
Then, he pushed open the reddish-brown wooden door and walked inside. On both sides of the brick and stone path were two large lawns. Several mutants could be seen walking on them. At the end of the road was the manor's main building, also a Ukrainian-style building. Two annexes were connected to the sides of the main building, making the overall shape resemble an open book.
The main door of the main building was open. Hank and Alex stood on either side of Charles, smiling, watching Xia Shang and his group approach.
"Welcome everyone to Wiziel Academy for Gifted Youngsters. Would you like me to show you around?"
Hank stepped forward and greeted Xia Shang proactively.
"Of course. I hope our sudden visit won't cause you any trouble," Xia Shang smiled and nodded, then looked at Charles, who was sitting in the wheelchair.
Unlike the bald Charles, the current Charles still had hair, and it wasn't short. However, perhaps because he had just emerged from a state of slump, Charles's hair appeared somewhat messy, and he also had a beard.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor Charles," Xia Shang walked up to Charles, smiled, and extended his right hand.
"Begin Analyze."
At the same time, Xia Shang didn't hesitate to issue the command to the panel, because his main purpose for coming this time was to see Charles's current ability level.
After all, the current Charles still had hair, and his potential might not have been fully unleashed yet. Just like Magneto, both of these guys got stronger with age, unless they were given an enhancement by Apocalypse. Otherwise, at their current age, it would be difficult to tap into the full potential of their abilities.
"The pleasure is mine. Welcome to Wiziel Academy for Gifted Youngsters, Mr. Jervis."
(End of Chapter)
