Today's Superheroes don't have any decent bases. Because there is no money or venue, anything they do, even if it is a trivial move, is likely to attract the attention of Magneto's gang.
The regime controlled by Magneto has a much higher dominance over the lower classes than ordinary human governments. Based on the various strange abilities of Mutants, Magneto's instructions and management can be spread to almost any corner of the Americas. He had truly achieved vertical management from top to bottom.
In the vast Gobi Desert of Mexico, there is a Superhero's last hidden base. This is the last shelter, the last fortress of resistance for the Resistance.
From the outside, this base looks like a frontier fortress built by an ancient civilization hundreds of years ago, but it is still abandoned and has been severely corroded and weathered by sandstorms. It looks exactly like the scene everywhere in the Gobi Desert. This doesn't arouse anyone's suspicion.
And under this fortress, there is a large underground palace. This used to be a natural cave, which was transformed and expanded by Nightcrawler, Tony, and others. Eventually, this underground palace became an underground community that could accommodate a thousand people.
But now the personnel of this underground palace have begun to overload, and all kinds of Mutants and Superhumans among the ordinary people who are oppressed by Magneto, as well as ordinary people (non-Mutants with Superpowers) began to flee the city controlled by Magneto. They had nowhere to go, and in the end, they were all taken underground by Nightcrawler and the others.
Originally, it was only intended to build a secret base for a thousand people for the Resistance, but in the end, it was forced to accommodate nearly 2,500 people. Among them, there are many women and children who can't be regarded as fighting power. This puts the entire base under tremendous pressure to survive.
This group of old superheroes had no choice but to shoulder this final responsibility. His body, which was already weak and frail, now had even more burdens on it. Their backs, which were already not that straight, became even more bent.
But at certain moments, it is still good to have more people, such as what Tony is doing now, the creation of the Sentinel Plan! Now Tony has no steel factory, nor does he have the artificial intelligence J.A.R.V.I.S. to help him.
Therefore, a lot of things had to be done manually. These people who survived and hid in the underground palace to resist Magneto once again united together. They used themselves to express their passion, because they believed in Nightcrawler, believed in Tony.
This will be their best chance to overthrow Magneto's rule. Almost everyone who could help began to help. The people with superpowers went out to help find materials, while the women and children stayed in the base to help with logistics and other simple matters.
The entire rebel group began to work in full swing. In a place far away from the hustle and bustle. An old man lived in a lead room in the base. He was very, very old. Even his hair had begun to turn white.
This was the former moderate leader of the mutants, Charles Xavier. He was very lucky. He survived the defense of New York and the various cruel encirclement and suppression campaigns that followed.
He was unfortunate, being an old man. He had to send his comrades and his students off again and again. The other young mutants who had joined him against Magneto for his ideals.
Mutants depend on the degree of fusion of their X gene to determine their lifespan. Epsilon-class Mutants with the lowest degree of fusion of the X gene are likely to live shorter lives than ordinary people.
Most Alpha-class Mutants with perfect fusion like Professor X have a lifespan of 150 to 200 years.
It's not a good thing to live too long. Especially when you keep looking at those who are younger than you. After those students who admired and loved you left this world one by one. Professor X Charles' mental problems began to appear.
At first it was only intermittent, but in the last year or two, Nightcrawler had to lock him in a room made of lead. Every time the professor's illness flared up, he would not be able to control his mutant ability. His mutant ability was to invade minds.
Once he couldn't control himself, his mental power would start to go berserk and burn the brains of the people around him. And the professor's disease is called Alzheimer's disease.
In a simpler and more popular term, this disease is Alzheimer's disease. It is undoubtedly a great irony that a person with the most important and dangerous brain in the world suffers from Alzheimer's disease.
In order to suppress his disease, Nightcrawler and Spider-man had to go around looking for medicine to control him. In the entire base, the only person who had a certain resistance to Professor X's mental attack was Nightcrawler. So the task of delivering medicine to Charles was also given to him.
As usual, he walked into Charles' room with the packaged medicine. "Professor, you should take your medicine." Charles, who was sitting in the corner, did not respond to him.
Nightcrawler had to walk up to Charles and said to him loudly, "It's time for you to take your medicine!"
"I'm not deaf." Nightcrawler's sudden loud shout startled the already old Charles. He said with some broken words, "Have you been very busy in the last few months? You don't even have time to play chess with me now? "
Charles took the medicine from Nightcrawler and swallowed it with cold water. If he didn't rely on this psychotropic drug, Charles knew that he would fall into a state of madness. He now spent more time unconscious than awake.
But he didn't dare to sleep, because every time he slept, he would dream of the dead students. His heart was resisting sleep, but he couldn't overcome the functional response of his body. So the genetic system in Charles' body activated a protective device.
That was to make his memory worse and worse, so that he would slowly forget the previous things. So that he wouldn't want to resist sleep.
Nightcrawler sat down on Charles' bed and said in a low voice, "Yes, Charles. Tony found a way to deal with Magneto. We found the Sentinel Project from back then. Tony has read the entire Sentinel Project, and he thinks it can be implemented. "Nightcrawler didn't hide this kind of thing from Professor X.
"This is a weapon specifically used against Mutants. I guess you might have heard of it before. "
Charles' mouth pursed and he didn't speak. After a while, he whispered in a trembling voice, "But Tony's brain is as useless as mine now. He's not the Iron Man from back then. I doubt that he can solve a quadratic problem with the addition of a square root. "
"Hawkeye made an Infinity Serum. Tony's brain can be restored to his 30-year-old state at least in this half a year." Nightcrawler helped Charles clean up the room, including tidying up the messy bed and the garbage thrown on the ground by Charles.
Charles noticed that Nightcrawler's hands were shaking badly now, especially when he bent down and squatted down. Every time he bent down, it took him a long time. Charles turned his head to look at the wall on one side, not letting Nightcrawler see his eyes, "But there will be a price. The Infinity Serum has long been discontinued. "
"Yes, this is the Infinity Serum from 30 years ago. The activity of the drug is not high. It can only be guaranteed for half a year. And the price is to accelerate Tony's aging. "Nightcrawler's tone was calm as if he was saying that today's burger tasted good.
Charles buried his head in the quilt and said in a dreamy tone, "Is it worth it?"
"Tony is almost ninety years old. And I'm 70, Charles. For us, it doesn't matter anymore. " Nightcrawler tidied up the chess table and placed it opposite Charles, "Didn't you say that I haven't played chess with you for a long time? Let's play a game today. "
Because of the obstruction of the liquid that suddenly appeared in his eyes, the black and white chess became abnormally blurred in Charles' eyes.
… …
Outside the base was the Gobi Desert in Mexico.
"Wolverine, take a good smell here. Where the smell of those people starts and ends. "Red Tank came to the Gobi Desert with a large number of his men and Wolverine.
When faced with the choice that Red Tank said before, Logen didn't have a choice. He could only agree to help Red Tank for the sake of his grandson and granddaughter. He didn't know who he was going to deal with. He only knew that someone was going to make Sentinels, and then Magneto was going to destroy these people.
Magneto found him and gave him two choices. Either help Magneto or say goodbye to his grandchildren! Logen could only choose to agree.
In the Gobi Desert, he smelled the abnormal smell in the air with his super sense of smell and pointed in a direction for Red Tank. Red Tank waved his hand, and his men in an armed armored vehicle immediately moved in this direction.
… …
New York.
Magneto, far away in New York, watched Logen's every move through the monitor, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In the past fifty years, Magneto didn't seem to have aged. Perhaps it was the nourishment of power, but he had a tendency to become younger and younger.
In the newly built Magneto Building, in Magneto Erik's office, in addition to him, there were two other Mutants accompanying him to watch the picture on the monitor.
It was a man and a woman. The male Mutant was a middle-aged man who looked elegant, while the female Mutant had long blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. And a woman with a hot figure and sexy clothes.
"Sebastian. Do you know what the most interesting thing in the world is? "Magneto looked at the male Mutant with a smile. The male Mutant shook his head gracefully.
"That is to give others hope, and then crush it in front of them!" A happy smile appeared on Magneto's face. After this sentence was said, Magneto continued to talk about business.
"Now is the time of Mutants, Sebastian. I hope that the Hellfire Club can be a little more obedient in the future and don't make things difficult for me. "
The middle-aged Mutant named Sebastian nodded. "Of course, we will abide by the agreement. After all, you are our current White King. "
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