A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

Founder of the X-Men, principal of X Academy, and later veteran of the Illuminati.

There is no doubt that Professor X is one of the smartest people in the world,

Under the halo of the saint, he is always so great, glorious and correct.

But without personal experience, no one can fully understand the horror and despair of having the soul peeled away layer by layer.

It's as if every frame of memory has been placed under the most advanced electron microscope, leaving nothing to hide.

"Haha, professor?"

Looking at the bald head sitting in the wheelchair moving forward slowly, Albert laughed angrily,

He slowly stood up with support and stared coldly at Professor X's kind, gentle and slightly smiling face.

"Are you teaching brain hacking in school?"

There was a hint of embarrassment on the professor's face, and his eyes were a little evasive.

This is not the first time that Charles has been discovered while exploring his memory, but the problem is that all those who can detect and even resist are telepathic mutants.

But there is no evidence that this sudden scientific star is one of them.

"Uh, I'm very sorry, Mr. Irwin, I just... Anyway, I won't do this next time."

The professor paused, bent down slightly, and bowed his upper body.

"Apologies again, Mr. Irwin."

Albert pressed his temple, which was still a little painful, with his index finger, and walked down the steps to Professor X.

"You should learn to respect others Charles, there is no next time."

Albert looked at the professor's apologetic face and his expression improved slightly.

I don’t know why Professor x didn’t succeed.

He didn't know what would happen if the professor saw the memories of his past life. After all, Professor X became a madman after invading Deadpool's brain and learning that he was just a comic book character.

He even didn't know if Professor

But that's something he would never try.

At this moment, Albert smelled a dangerous smell,

He only remembered that the heroic era of the Avengers was still far away from him, but he ignored the era when mutants were active on the stage. Various strange and powerful genetic mutations did not comply with the rules of biology, just like they were free of money.

If they think about it, the President of the United States has died countless times, which is really troublesome. Maybe you need to build something yourself.

"Mr. Irwin?"

Professor X raised his head and met Albert's eyes, interrupting his thoughts.

"I promise there won't be a next time. But please allow me to be curious, what do you think of mutants?"

What do you think? Read it in the newspaper…

Albert wasn't interested in mutant things at all.

In their struggle, the mortal body is no more than a small boat drifting in the middle of the most violent tsunami in Bermuda.

Especially technical talents like myself are often the first cannon fodder in movies.

Moreover, if the plan goes well, it won't be long before he can leave this chaotic comic or movie universe and go home.

"I'm not interested in mutant things,"

Ignoring Professor X's expectant and slightly nervous gaze, Albert said perfunctorily:

"You should ask the sociology professors next door this question. I don't know if you are really asking the question, or if you just want to gain recognition from others. But I'm sorry, I won't give you the answer you want."

"I……"

"That's not your style, Charles. So you turned them like this just to hear my comments about Academy X?"

Albert interrupted him by pointing to the people around him whose brains were completely frozen.

Seeing this, looking at Albert who seemed to know him very well but was already very impatient, Professor X had no choice but to hold back the long speech he had prepared.

In the not-so-little autumn rain, the two of them looked at each other, one high and the other low, both trying to see something in each other's eyes.

"Of course not, dear Mr. Irwin... I'm here to ask for help."

After a few seconds of silence, the professor was the first to break the silence.

“You published a paper in Science last December that explored the possibility of quantum batteries and energy transmission. Dr. Hank McCoy, perhaps you have heard of him, finally read it all two months ago. "

"Among them, he said that your method of using the vibration of basic particles to conduct and absorb energy is really as wonderful as the imagination, and it has extremely high application value..."

"I know exactly what I wrote. If the next words are still complimentary, you can leave. Oh, maybe you can meet with the administrators at MIT for a while. I'm sure they know this."

He was interrupted again, but Professor X did not show any anger on his face.

He took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"Have you heard of Sebastian Shaw?"

The villain who can absorb energy? Didn't he just decades ago...

But Albert said nothing and motioned Professor X to continue with his eyes.

"Perhaps you have heard of his other nickname, the Black Emperor. He is one of the most powerful mutants I have ever seen, capable of absorbing almost any form of energy. He served for the Japanese during World War II, and later..."

"Any form? No upper limit?"

Albert frowned. He didn't quite remember the descriptions of the Black Emperor in comics and movies, but if he could really absorb any form of energy without limit, he would be tantamount to a god.

No, more powerful than most of the false gods in Marvel.

"It's not clear yet. It once took a lot of time to absorb the energy of a nuclear submarine, but I've never seen him fail to absorb energy."

Well, luckily he's dead. If this ability is used for scientific research, it will be more fascinating than controllable nuclear fusion.

Just as Albert was marveling at the mystery of genetic mutation, Professor X brought him back to reality.

"He has appeared frequently in the United States recently, and we suspect that he will carry out an attack on the White House to declare the power of mutants."

"He's not dead?"

Albert frowned when he heard the news.

If he hadn't died, then the Hellfire Club would still exist, then... unlike what was previously judged, this is not a movie universe!

This news made Albert slightly dazed. It seems that the Quantum Channel plan is going to be accelerated. If we can't go back in a short time, any major event in the comics will be world-destroying.

"When did I say he was dead?"

Professor X was a little puzzled. The young legend in front of him seemed to know a lot about mutants.

That's not a bad thing.

As soon as he finished speaking, Professor

As he spoke, the professor pointed to his eyes and then to Albert.

"Okay, but I remember I made it very clear in the last paragraph of the article that this technology is still far away from practice."

Albert didn't answer. His mind was no longer on the grievances between mutants. He just wanted to end this strange "time-stop" conversation quickly.

Then figure out how to get what you need.

"Sorry, I can't help you. I wish you good luck."

Looking at Albert with a determined attitude, Professor X shook his head helplessly.

As one of the smartest men on earth, he certainly knew that continuing to pester him would only arouse Albert's resentment.

"Well, if you change your mind, or if there's anything we can do to help, please feel free to contact me."

After shaking hands, Professor X handed over a business card and left slowly in the rain.

Looking at the back of the bald man who devoted the first half of his life to the mutants and will devote the second half of his life,

Just like myself, who devoted half of his life to physics in his previous life, and then returned to his motherland to participate in quantum computing.

Albert felt that his attitude seemed a bit too cold.

"Charles,"

He stopped him.

Professor

The wrinkles on his forehead and that shiny bald head said it all.

Oh, he had gone to see this movie with his daughter in his previous life. She had been fascinated by the handsomeness of Fshark and McAvoy for a long time.

When can we go back? Albert sighed.

"You are no longer a young man, be careful of catching a cold."

Albert’s voice was not loud, but it seemed as if he was talking to himself.

At this time, dark clouds were still rolling in the sky. The raindrops fell on the large, spotless white dome and connected together along the arc, like a pot of cold brewed hot tea being poured down and rolling to the ground with a monotonous rustling sound.