Binglin Comics

Ever since Logan let Chen Hao get into the RV, his attitude towards him has softened a lot.

On the surface, it seemed a bit cold, but the conversation was quite enjoyable.

The RV continued toward New York, and Logan would stop every time it reached a small town.

After getting off the bus, the first thing I did was to find a bar.

Chen Hao followed him several times and was too lazy to follow him again.

When Logan goes drinking, he usually looks for trouble, or gets in trouble.

Anyway, he is very familiar with these things and can handle them well, without Chen Hao's intervention.

When he had nothing to do, he practiced spraying ice in the snow.

After all, he has a mission, and whether he can kill the shard holder is still unknown.

It was obviously only a day's journey, but Logan was so delayed that he only arrived in New York on the third day after stopping and stopping.

As the largest city in the United States, New York has its own unique vitality of the times.

There are people everywhere on the streets and roads, far beyond the small towns on the road.

Bang.

After closing the door of the RV, Logan tilted his head, stretched his neck, and walked forward along the street.

Chen Hao followed and had another drink later, then it was time to say goodbye.

Wandering around, Logan seemed to be very familiar with New York City. He quickly came to a bar and pushed open the door.

Chen Hao also followed in and sat at the bar.

This bar has the most unique decoration among the bars I have seen in the past few days.

Antique-like furniture and hanging clocks are displayed one by one, and the wooden bar counter, tables and chairs exude a retro charm.

On the left side of the entrance, there is a small neon sign with RVS bar on it, and several old-fashioned pinball machines are placed below.

Even though it was daytime, the store still had dim lights on.

In a state of half-drunk and half-awake, looking up at these lights, it doesn't look like you are lazy.

"what."

Chen Hao put the empty wine glass on the bar.

After drinking a glass of pure whiskey, the wine burned from his throat to his stomach, giving him an indescribable sense of pleasure.

"I have to go now."

Logan hummed, took a puff of his cigar, and put it in the ashtray.

At this moment, the door of the bar was pushed open and two people surrounded him.

"Excuse me, I'm Eric Loescher."

"I'm Charles Xavier. We want to"

"Get the fuck out of here." Logan didn't show any kindness to strangers.

Seeing the helpless expressions of Professor X and Magneto being rejected, Chen Hao chuckled.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Just as he was about to say goodbye to Logan and look for them, he didn't expect that he would be sent to them.

Seeing the two of them leaving the bar, Chen Hao nodded to Logan and chased them out.

Logan raised his eyebrows and drank the wine in one gulp.

The two guys looking for him turned out to be the people the little guy was looking for, which made him look back one more time.

"Hey Eric, Professor Charles."

Chen Hao pushed open the door of the bar and called to the two people who were about to get in the car.

"You know us" Magneto Eric maintained a friendly smile.

Charles looked at Chen Hao, his habitual smile frozen on the spot.

He frowned and realized that things were not simple.

"Of course, I'm here to join you."

Chen Hao approached the two of them, shook hands with Eric, and looked at Charles: "Professor"

Eric glanced at Charles, saw that he looked strange, and asked: "What's wrong, Charles?"

"nothing."

In front of the two of them, Chen Hao showed off his ability a little and condensed some ice cubes with his index finger.

Maintaining cohesion is more difficult than direct spray release. This is the result of Chen Hao's solo exploration for several days.

Revealing your identity as a mutant can better gain the other party's trust.

"wow."

Eric was very happy to see that Chen Hao's fingers could condense ice.

Mutants like this, who are involved in manipulating the elements of heaven and earth, have huge potential.

I originally thought that this operation would end empty-handed, but unexpectedly, someone appeared halfway and asked to join. Finally, the trip was not in vain.

After patting Chen Hao on the shoulder, Eric turned his head to signal.

"Get in the car."

Chen Hao looked at Charles with a strange expression, curled his lips, and sat in the back seat.

Eric tried to get into the back seat, but Charles patted him and motioned for him to sit in front.

Bang.

After closing the car door, Charles, who was sitting in the back seat, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers to Eric, who was sitting in the front seat.

"Go to sleep first and forget about this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Eric closed his eyelids tightly and fell back against the chair.

Chen Hao narrowed his eyes.

When he saw young Magneto and Charles, the first thing he thought of was X-Men: Apocalypse and X-Men: First Class.

Charles is not in a wheelchair yet, and he still has hair.

These two points can confirm that Chen Hao is in the world of X-Men: First Class.

Seeing Eric fall in the front row, Chen Hao suddenly had a frightening question in his mind.

No wonder Magneto was unwilling to put down the helmet after getting it later.

Perhaps he realized that Charles had tampered with his memory many times.

Otherwise, Eric became very friendly after meeting Charles, which was slightly in conflict with his early cold character.

It is a bit untenable to say that Charles did not modify Eric's memory at all.

Next to the back seat, Charles put his index finger on his temple, pretending to be casual, and looked at Chen Hao.

This posture shows that he is using his psychic abilities.

"You don't look like a mutant, why did you join us?" Charles asked two questions at once.

Before getting in the car, Chen Hao had been paying attention to Charles's reaction.

He wanted to confirm whether Charles' mind control had any effect on him.

If Charles could read it, it was inevitable that he would have access to information from other worlds.

At this time, he will show complex expressions such as shock, confusion, and suspicion.

But if he cannot read it out, it means that his memory is protected by the system, and he will appear suspicious and vigilant at this time.

From Charles's current expression, it doesn't seem like such an ambiguous word.

Chen Hao initially judged that Charles could not probe his memory.

Since the memory is protected by the system, there is no need to fear those mental attacks in the future.

After all, compared to visible energy attacks, invisible mental attacks are hard to guard against.

With immunity as a trump card, Chen Hao feels more at ease.

It seems that his golden finger is not that bad.

"My abilities are to control ice, psychic barriers and predict the future."

Chen Hao met Charles's gaze: "Don't worry, I'm here to help you."

When he heard the other party say the word "psychic barrier", Charles' expression softened slightly, which seemed to resolve his doubts about not being able to tell that he was a mutant.

However, Chen Hao could still tell from his brows that he was a little wary of himself.

If you think about it carefully, you can understand it.

There was silence between the two for ten seconds before Charles broke the ice and snapped his fingers towards the front row.

"Snapped."

Eric woke up.

He looked through the rearview mirror into the back seat and smiled softly.

The car engine started and soon left the corner of New York.

Chen Hao looked at Logan in the Malfoy Bar through the car window, feeling a little complicated.