Overwatch Heroes Mixed With Marvel

Xavier Academy for the Gifted.

In the past, few outsiders came to this paradise. On this afternoon, two young people were welcomed.

"Wow." Seeing this luxurious and restrained retro building, Tony's eyes showed envy.

Although the seaside villa he owned was extremely luxurious, compared to the manor-style building in front of him, it was still a little inferior in style.

"Brother, why don't we build a manor like this? It would be nice to come here to escape the heat in the summer."

"You have so much money, don't you?"

Wang Dalong glanced sideways at Tony and said angrily: "You have at least fifty houses in the United States and eighty more overseas, and you still want to buy them."

"Isn't this the recent tight housing price?"

Tony pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "Buy a few more sets and store them, and then sell them later. You will definitely make a profit without losing money."

Wang Dalong shook his head. He found that Tony seemed to be a little influenced by him. He had a net worth of hundreds of millions, but he still cared about these tens of millions. It was really worthless.

Thinking of this, he picked up the eight-point-eight-dollar fruit basket in his hand, feeling a little distressed.

When you come to ask someone for help, you have to send something. This fruit basket is almost enough.

"These two are Mr. Stark and Mr. Wang Dalong."

Cyclops, wearing a pair of special sunglasses, was already waiting for them at the door.

"It's me, how much does your house cost?"

Wang Dalong stroked his forehead, this guy really couldn't pick up any of the pots.

They are here to ask for help. How can they buy someone else's house as soon as they meet? At least they have to wait until everything is done before they can ask.

"Hello, hello. My name is Wang Dalong, and I have long admired my name."

Wang Dalong stepped forward to greet him, holding Cyclops's hand tightly, with an expression of admiration on his face.

“I’m so touched by your heroic deeds in saving the citizens of New York.”

"Wait, what are you talking about, the feat of saving the citizens of New York?"

Cyclops looked confused, indicating that he had no idea what he was talking about.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Wang Dalong blinked, "I'm so sorry."

"Wrong timeline," he muttered under his breath.

The timeline of Marvel movies is extremely complicated, especially the X-Men series, which looks chaotic at first glance. If you don't calculate the timeline carefully, you won't be able to tell the time and cause of the development of things.

"It's okay, it's okay, take us to the professor quickly."

Wang Dalong smiled awkwardly and brushed off what happened just now.

However, Cyclops didn't seem to be relieved. The confusion in his eyes clearly showed that he was still curious about the "feat" Wang Dalong mentioned before.

When I came to Charles' office again, looking at the familiar furnishings in the room and the big bald head, I felt a sense of intimacy.

The only person who could give Wang Dalong some trust was the bald man in front of him.

He has absolutely powerful abilities, but he does not seek profit for himself or achieve his own goals.

He is probably the only one in the entire Marvel Universe who can do this.

"Professor, have you had lunch?"

Wang Dalong still hasn't gotten rid of his old habit. After putting the fruit basket on the table, he still asks others if they have eaten.

"Of course you have eaten lunch. Do you need to go to the restaurant to eat something first?"

Professor Charles' brain shone brightly under the chandelier.

"No, I'm just asking casually. This is a, um, Chinese custom. Well, yes, it is a custom."

Wang Dalong didn't know how many times he had to explain like this. Every time he habitually asked if he had eaten, he had to explain like this.

"Custom" Charles's extremely well-maintained face showed a look of reminiscence, "Oh, yes, I remembered, there seems to be such a saying, but that was all decades ago."

"By the way, are you and him looking for something to do with me?"

Charles asked politely: "Do you want tea or coffee?"

"Coke, thank you."

Tony crossed his legs and took off his sunglasses, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

"Scott, please go down and get some Coke for Mr. Stark."

Charles turned to Tony and asked, "Do you want it in a bottle or a can?"

"Cold in a bottle, no straw, thank you."

"Please wait."

Charles remained mild-mannered.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have been slapped in the face. Do your family members know that you are so arrogant as a guest?

Scott curled his lips and walked downstairs to get a Coke.

He had long been accustomed to the old professor's approachable attitude, so it was no surprise.

"So, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Crossing his fingers, Charles said kindly.

"What kind of mutants can control people's minds?"

Tony put away the smile on his face and added:

"And he had superpowers five years ago."

Hearing this, Charles' pupils shrank.

"I would like to ask if there are mutants that have invaded your lives."

"More than that," Tony sneered, and continued, "He killed my relatives."

These words made Professor Charles almost stand up.

Although there is currently no clear peace treaty, according to convention, mutants cannot use their powers at will, especially in public places or in situations that will have a serious impact on society.

Professor Charles has the ability and connections to suppress small crimes such as ordinary bank robberies and thefts.

But if it was an incident that caused hundreds or thousands of casualties, there was nothing he could do.

In more serious cases, public figures may be injured or killed.

In this case, there is no remedy other than massive memory modification.

This was also the scene he least wanted to see.

However, the fact was before him, and he couldn't help but not believe it.

"Your Coke."

Cyclops walked into the room and handed over a bottle of ice-cold Coke without a straw.

"Thank you."

Tony raised his chin.

"It must be Mr. Stany, I watched the news."

Mr. Stany in Charles's mouth is Obadiah, Obadiah Stany.

"Yes, if my guess is correct, it was a mind-controlling mutant who tampered with his memory."

Tony said loudly, with anger in his tone.

Charles didn't answer Tony's words, but looked thoughtful.

"Mr. Stark, do you mind me? What I mean is, can you let me take a look at your memory? But you can rest assured that I will not read your private information."

Tony turned to look at Wang Dalong.

"Ah."

Wang Dalong nodded, which meant it was okay.

In fact, there is no need for Professor Charles to ask for their opinions. Even if his memory is read, they will not remember anything after some modifications.

Thinking about it this way, it's really scary.

If Professor Charles just said that he would not read other people's memories without authorization, but in fact, he had already read it and just modified the memory.

In this case, no one will definitely notice it.

But Wang Dalong is different.

With the system's body protection, even if Charles's mental ability was ten times stronger, he would not be able to invade Wang Dalong's brain unless he got his permission.

After seeing Tony agree, Charles gradually relaxed, which was a precursor to a mental search.

Tony, on the other hand, looked curious.

He showed great curiosity about the upcoming spiritual search.

In less than a minute, Charles closed his eyes slightly, as if digesting the memory he had just explored.

“That’s it”

Tony groped himself up and down and found that nothing had changed, so he spoke.

"Nonsense, otherwise you would be happy if you had less meat, right?"

For Tony's character who always looks for trouble, Wang Dalong, in the spirit of humanitarianism, can fight against him again and again.

"My powers will not affect your body or mind, you can rest assured." Charles explained patiently.

"There are indeed mutants involved in this matter."

After saying this, Professor Charles sighed and said:

"If you find the mastermind behind the scenes, are you prepared to take his life?"

"Otherwise, would we still treat him as an ancestor?"

Tony rolled his eyes and said bluntly.

"This kind of thing depends on the scoring situation, doesn't it?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Wang Dalong quickly acted as a peacemaker to ease the atmosphere.

"It's like someone using a kitchen knife to kill someone. Of course the police arrest the murderer. Have you ever seen a person selling kitchen knives get arrested?"

"Tony, for example, you were hypnotized and then killed me. Can you blame me? Of course not, it's the person who hypnotized you. You had no subjective initiative when you killed me. You were just like a tool. , is in an unconscious state and is being manipulated.”

I have gone to great lengths to explain so much, firstly to ease the atmosphere, and secondly, to pave the way for the Winter Soldier's future cleansing.

"What you said seems to make sense."

Tony tugged at the mustache on his chin and pondered.

"Isn't that right?"

"Then Professor, please use the brainwave enhancer."

"Um"

Professor Charles raised his eyes, his face full of question marks.

Oops, Wang Dalong is in a bad mood.

This brainwave enhancer is an extremely secretive existence. There are definitely no more than 500 people who know about it, and he is definitely not included in these 500 people.

Fortunately, the professor only showed a slightly confused look and did not ask any more questions, which made Wang Dalong heave a sigh of relief.

He is indeed a good person, so tolerant and generous.

"Come with me."

Cyclops pushed the wheelchair in front, followed by Tony and Wang Dalong.

"Professor, is there anything wrong with taking them there?"

Scott leaned forward and whispered.

"Nothing wrong." Charles smiled softly.

"If he really wants to go there, I can't stop him."

"You can't stop it." Under Scott's special sunglasses, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Professor Charles can be regarded as the top character among contemporary mutants. He has psychic powers and is invincible in the world, even facing Magneto. But now he actually said that he couldn't stop a boy who was less than twenty. How could he accept it?

Perhaps understanding what Scott was thinking, Charles shook his head slightly.

He can't say that his mental power can't even penetrate into other people's brains, right?