I am a quality captain in American comics

"Mr. Steve Rogers, I have to remind you about your slander against me. You are white yourself, and you are a very stereotypical white person.

I know you are always sincere, but you are not indifferent between friend and foe.

As for how much you have to pay to get me to call Wade back, I'm really sorry, our X-Men have never absorbed Wade.

The relationship between us is not between the former boss and the current boss, and I think you are very compatible with each other. "

Charles didn't resent Steve at all for Eric's death.

Although in his heart Eric should not have died in a lynching, he did not see any regrets in Eric's death.

Sometimes that's what happens between friends.

We may not understand the other person's choice, but if he dies for his own ideals in the end, there is nothing to be sad about.

"Tell me the truth, my friend. I think you have to tell me why these two gold medal thugs are here. Don't tell me that your school also has a problem with puppy love."

Steve said, the suspicion in his eyes undisguised.

“The fact that we have people all over the world gives me an interesting feedback.”

Charles maneuvered the wheelchair to get out of the way, and behind him was an office full of technology.

Steve had no idea how it all worked.

But obviously this is another technology completely different from Stark.

"This is a small invention through which I can contact other mutants in the world. But recently, there are far fewer people I can contact, and I have come into contact with a quite large spiritual body."

Steve raised an eyebrow.

"How huge?"

Charles looked at Steve in confusion. He didn't know why there was a hint of joy in this guy's voice.

"It's unique. Although you are also very powerful, Mr. Rogers, I think this person is on the same level as you. In other words, this is a terrifying character who can destroy the world."

"If the world you are talking about only refers to the earth, I think I am also quite scary."

Steve shrugged, and Charles was speechless.

"I don't think you really want to destroy the world, right?"

"Who knows? Come on, is this guy worthy of your attention?"

Charles waved casually, and a huge white ball of light appeared out of thin air.

"This is the unknown guy."

Then there were countless light spots of different sizes, the largest was no more than the size of a fist, and the others were as thin as hair.

"It's the other mutants."

"Where is he?"

"Egypt, I'm going to send the X-Men there."

"No, I just want to see the pyramids. You know, I'm very interested in these ancient cultures. By the way, do you think if I pick up some unowned cultural relics, can I sell them for money?"

"Ok?"

Charles frowned. He didn't understand how this guy could ask such a question.

But Peter Parker, standing behind him, visibly lit up.

Charles felt he had an obligation to stop this guy from saying anything more shocking for the sake of the mental health of teenagers.

"I think you should go to Egypt first."

Steve glanced at Logan and Wade, and then at the guys behind him.

"I heard that your plane can become invisible?"

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Ivan didn't quite understand what kind of wild dog had crossed his fate.

But how it all unfolded was a bit too wonderful.

Originally he had come for revenge, but now he felt like he was sitting on a frightened donkey, running towards a destination he didn't know where.

"You look like the kind of cold handsome guy. To be honest, I used to like your hairstyle. You know, Vikings are very popular among girls. But as you can see, not only do I not have any Hair, not even eyebrows.

Sometimes I just can’t figure out why someone as handsome as me needs to be disfigured. But not only do you losers lose your face, you even lose your hair. "

Except for Ivan, only Wade was awake on the entire plane.

Ivan swore that if it weren't for the handcuffs, he would have found a way to get a shotgun and shove it down the guy's throat to empty the magazine.

"Hi? Why don't you speak? Is it because you have something on your mind? Don't worry, I know Steve. If he didn't kill you the first time, you should be able to live for a long time. According to the time in the real world, You might be able to live another three to five years, because this son of a bitch author keeps updating, and he only wrote eleven chapters in two months."

Wade began to say meaningless words again. Old John, wearing an eye patch, walked into the cabin carrying an old-fashioned air gun and emptied the magazine without taking aim.

Dense anesthesia needles were all over Wade's body in an instant. Old John pushed up his blindfold and glanced at Wade, who had fallen asleep with his middle finger raised.

He refilled the magazine with a sneer, and emptied the magazine again at someone's Dick.

Cold sweat dripped down Ivan's forehead. I didn't expect that this old black man who looked easy to talk to not only had dark skin but also had such dark hands.

"Sorry, young man, this guy has a slight sleep disorder. The main manifestation is that if he doesn't fall asleep, other people will have psychological disorders."

Ivan sat obediently and didn't speak at all.

The reason was probably because Old John had just accurately shot ten tranquilizer darts into someone's vital parts.

Believe me, no man can feel arrogant after watching this scene.

"have a good dream."

After speaking, Old John walked out of the cabin carrying the air gun. Outside the door, Steve and Logan were sitting in front of the chessboard playing chess.

It’s actually not difficult to get started with something like chess.

So even Steve can barely be considered a qualified opponent.

"Seriously, how do you get along with the little turtles in the sewer?"

"Not bad, a very interesting life form."

Logan replied casually and Steve frowned.

The opponent's rook just ate his queen, which is not a good sign.

"Why not bring them to school?"

"Come on, they're not even human. They can't go to college. What's the point of bringing them into school?"

Logan obviously has some complaints about the school's education methods.

"Why don't you study if you can't get into college? Don't you know that the motto of San Diego School is to live till you grow old and learn to die?"

“How come I heard that the school motto of San Diego High School is to live until you are old and to work until you die?”

"That's the motto for faculty and staff. Hey, I think we can make a move."

"Isn't that right? A dignified five-star general, you don't even have any shame?"

"You have to be careful to stay away from that bastard Wade. You know, lack of quality is contagious."

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Rehabilitation was successful and two thousand words were achieved.