Bring Dragon Ball to Marvel

Although Saint did not explain clearly what the so-called "recovering power" was, Nick Fury, who had an ominous premonition in his heart, still exercised great caution. He originally planned to kill the fifteen mutants who had given up their abilities. Here, I picked out one or two ideas to do ideological work, but they were all given up.

After these mutants who did not intend to join SHIELD collectively went through a series of procedures to regain their freedom and return to society, Saint and his team, who personally led and witnessed all this happened, also left. SHIELD's Trident Building is back on the second floor of Lee's Chinese Restaurant.

Because Saint actually noticed early on that the expressions of Lorna and the three cuckoo sisters were a bit complicated. When they were at SHIELD, there were so many people talking, so it was inconvenient to ask. After returning home, he naturally lost his scruples: "Why do you think so about this?" Are you not satisfied with the ending?"

"Not at all."

Lorna took the lead in shaking her head and answered Saint's question: "It's just a bit emotional. Before I went, I didn't expect that so many people would choose to give up their mutant abilities."

"This is normal."

Saint shrugged his shoulders: "Didn't you have the same idea before I taught you to cough and met me?"

""

Lorna recalled it silently and nodded gently: "It's true that the feeling of being on tenterhooks all day long, afraid of losing control of your abilities, is really too bad."

"Don't think too much, there's nothing wrong with them being ordinary people, at least they don't have to"

"But we are not ordinary people, they are just pretending."

Halfway through Saint's words to comfort Lorna, he was interrupted by the harmony of the three cuckoo sisters: "This is not right."

"That's their choice, isn't it?"

Saint turned around, changed sides and shrugged: "As for whether the choice is right or wrong, it should be judged by themselves."

""

The three cuckoo sisters curled their lips in unison: "What we mean is that they shouldn't need to pretend to be accepted by the world."

Saint now understood that one of the core concepts of the Hellfire Club was to create a paradise for mutants. The three cuckoo sisters obviously also had this unrealistic ideal.

"There's nothing to say. We can't change the whole world for them."

As for the empty dream of the Hellfire Club, Saint decisively had no intention of getting involved and immediately ended the topic: "We have tried our best to help them, and they have gotten the life they want. This is it. enough."

"The boss is right."

Lorna had already figured it out at this time, and said to the three cuckoo sisters who were still a little depressed: "We successfully rescued them, and there will be no more human experiments in the Sentinel Secret Service. Now, it is time to embrace victory."

No more human experiments

Saint shook his head secretly. Although this blow was considered heavy, it would only be enough to make the Sentinel Secret Service launch a few scapegoats. To be honest, it was only for a short period of time. It was almost impossible to have a permanent effect. possible.

Of course, even though he knew this would happen, Saint had no intention of changing the status quo. Mutants losing control of their abilities and using their own abilities to commit crimes are real problems. Compared with the Sentinel Secret Service, mutants have The crowd was not innocent at all, it was just that this time, they happened to be the victims.

At the same time, at New York's LaGuardia Airport, a medium-sized civil airliner that had just taken off from the runway and was in the process of climbing upwards suddenly heard an exclamation in the cockpit.

"birds"

The old white captain with gray hair and beard opened his eyes and warned the middle-aged first officer sitting next to him, and received a curse word in response.

"shit"

There is no need to go into details about the mutual conflict between airplanes and birds. A medium-sized civil airliner hit a group of birds head-on. After experiencing a violent turbulence, a pair of jet engines located on both wings of the airplane burst into flames and black smoke. , losing all thrust at the same time.

In the cockpit of the passenger plane, the co-pilot noticed the sudden drop in the plane's climb and glanced at the instrument panel in front of him: "Sally, we have lost an engine."

"Do not."

The old white captain known as "Sally" decisively chose the former between his rich flying experience and the wrong display on the instrument panel: "Both engines have lost speed."

The first officer did not blindly trust his judgment and immediately turned the engine restart button: "Try to re-ignite."

If he could see the condition of the wings, he would know that it was a futile effort. At the same time, Captain Sally immediately turned on the auxiliary power unit and immediately sent a distress call to the airport: "Help, help. , please help, this is All-American 1549, encountered a flock of birds, both engines failed, please return to LaGuardia Airport immediately."

The airport, which received the emergency call for help, immediately responded: "Received, if you need to return to LaGuardia, turn left to heading 220."

"220."

Captain Sally repeated the heading angle in accordance with the rules and regulations, and at the same time controlled the passenger plane to start a large circle in the air. During the process, the airport authorities probably did not believe that this plane was so lucky. , and confirmed in the communication: "America 1549, which engine did you lose?"

"Both, twin engines failed."

Captain Sally took time out of his busy schedule to reply. When he turned the passenger plane around and saw LaGuardia Airport from a distance, his heart suddenly felt cold.

Judging from his eyesight, which he had developed after decades of flying in the sky and countless takeoffs and landings, at the current height of the aircraft, it was impossible to land safely on the airport runway he saw just by gliding, especially , between the two, there is still the steel jungle that belongs to the prosperous New York.

At this time, the voice from the airport came again: "America 1549, can you try to land on runway No. 13?"

"Can't do it."

Captain Sully expressed his judgment without hesitation, and at the same time cast his gaze on the vast Hudson River below: "We may have to make an emergency landing on the Hudson River."

"Civil airliner" and "crash landing on water" combined, there has never been any ending in history that cannot be called tragic. As soon as the airport heard this, they immediately tried to dispel Captain Sally's crazy idea: "US 1549, we have already Coordinated to runway four for you, you can join runway four from the left pattern.”

"It can't be done."

With a categorical refusal, Captain Sally completely confirmed his judgment: "I don't think we can reach any runway."

Before he finished speaking, a beep beep beep sounded in the cabin. The electronic human voice alarm sounded immediately afterwards: "Obstacle, obstacle, pull up, pull up."

It was this passenger plane that was gliding along the Hudson River that had just passed over the "George Washington Bridge" connecting Manhattan Island and New Jersey. The alarm that sounded meant that the current altitude of the passenger plane was only lower than the bridge. The pillars of the upper traction cable are only slightly higher.