Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

If he chooses to stay in the headquarters, he will have multiple options in front of him, such as the emergency response department, regular training department, technology research and development department, public relations department, etc. It can be said that the choices are very rich.

There are so many departments that are not just names, they all have staff who actually work in them. So it can be imagined that there are naturally a lot of people at the headquarters.

There were so many people that Eric felt a little uncomfortable: "So many people... are all superpowers?"

At this time, Charles Eric and Song Fang, who were wearing disguises, were walking in the courtyard of the X-Men headquarters. Hearing Eric's soliloquy, Song Fang smiled: "Of course it's impossible. There are currently only about three hundred confirmed mutants in the country. Angel, there are superpowers and non-superpowers in our headquarters. What’s the ratio?”

There was a black-skinned girl following Song Fang and the others. She was responsible for introducing Eric to the X-Men headquarters on this route. Charles was so busy that he hadn't come to the headquarters in person for a while, and Song Fang had stayed in the main universe for a long time. So the two of them found a girl in charge of logistics to be Eric's tour guide.

After hearing Song Fang's question, she immediately said: "One to thirty, superpowers are one."

Eric was stunned.

Isn’t this a paradise for people with super powers? Why is the proportion of ordinary people so high!

Song Fang thanked the angel beside him. "Go and do your work."

Dragonfly-like wings stretched out from the angel's back through the opening left in the overalls. With the vibration of its wings, the angel crossed the building lightly and went to his office.

Looking back, Song Fang saw Eric's expression a little gloomy.

Charles on the side also noticed it and asked with concern: "Are you a little tired? Let's go see the dormitory prepared for you first."

"I'm not tired yet." Eric said, "Charles, and Mr. Song, I have a question for you."

The two said they were all ears.

"Don't you feel disgusted?"

Eric said.

Charles frowned, but Song Fang raised his eyebrows.

"Why do you say that?"

the two asked.

"Noble mutants actually live together with ordinary humans, and they dare to call it the pure land of mutants." Eric sneered.

"You know the word mutant?"

Charles asked.

He almost never used the word mutant in public. How did Eric know.

"Yes, although you abandoned 'mutants' and replaced 'superpowers' in your later papers, my creator happened to like your research very much and also studied the papers you wrote when you were a teenager. ." Eric said, "To be honest, I prefer your view at that time. Mutants are nobler than ordinary people. We are God's favorites, and all humans should prostrate themselves at our feet."

Speaking of the latter part, Eric was even a little fanatical.

Charles said nothing.

He did publish a few papers as a teenager. He didn't know Song Fang at that time, and even his father was still alive. At that time, he believed that he was a higher-level existence and had the responsibility to lead ordinary people, protect them, and guide them.

But later he discovered that this was impossible.

Don't mention anything else, let's just talk about the number of people.

The number of mutants is so small that they are a minority within a minority.

People are living a good life, why do they have to listen to you beeping?

Of course, if every mutant uses their mutant abilities in combat, it is not impossible to block a hundred with one. But don’t forget, ordinary people also have weapons in their hands. It is impossible to conquer ordinary people. Not to mention provoking a war with ordinary people, which is completely contrary to Charles' ideals.

Snapped.Snapped.Snapped.

Don't get it wrong, it's just a normal slap.

Eric turned his head and saw that Song Fang had found a stone pier for him to sit on at some point, and his right leg was still crossed on the stone pier. It was quite like a middle-aged and northeastern uncle sitting on a kang and listening to a play.

While slapping Song Fang, he shook his head and sighed: "I haven't heard such pure fallacies for a long time."

"What, is there something wrong with my point of view?"

Eric laughed angrily, revealing a shark-like smile. "Mr. Song, you are also a mutant, and a very powerful mutant. You and Charles created a pure land for mutants, but then polluted it with ordinary people. What does this mean?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Eric, are mutants reproductively isolated from ordinary people?"

Song Fang asked Eric. "If I'm not mistaken, you have already given birth to a child with an ordinary human woman, right?"

Eric suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, his expression was very wonderful. "……how do you know."

Song Fang shrugged.

"Days of Future Past" takes place in 1973. Kuaiyin Shao must have been sixteen or seventeen years old at that time. Not only can I make soy sauce, but I can almost move the supermarket home.

This year is 1962.

Song Fang couldn't remember the setting of Quicksilver's mother in the comics. In the movie, the lady only appeared briefly, and there was no evidence that she was also a mutant.

It doesn’t matter even if the pilot copy is significantly different from the original movie and comics. Anyway, his purpose is to prove that there is no reproductive isolation between ordinary people and mutants. Even if Eric does not have children, there will be no delay.

"You are too narrow-minded to think so." Eric disagreed. "The offspring that mutants can have with ordinary people are also mutants. They just borrow the latter's abdomen to allow more advanced beings to come."

"If you think so, it's so sad. I feel really sorry for that lady," Song Fang said, "I also feel sorry for your son."

"Okay, just stop saying a few words."

Charles stood up to smooth things over and sent Eric to the bedroom prepared for him.

Everything was arranged and it was almost late at night.

Song Fang and Charles both have their own lounges in the X-Men headquarters, although they are not commonly used.

Being alone, Song Fang could finally take off his disguise. Although the deformation ability copied from Ruiwen was made from proteins from his own body, etc., it always gave Song Fang the feeling of washing a fake face when he put it on other faces, which made him uncomfortable.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

"Are you there, Song?"

Song Fang put down his toothbrush and opened the door for Charles.

Song Fang had already changed into home clothes, but Charles was still wearing his previous clothes.

Song Fang made a pot of tea, poured a cup for him and Charles, and sat down face to face with Charles.

"You seem to dislike Eric?"

Charles asked.

"I just think he doesn't fit in with your ideas and mine." After Song Fang finished speaking, he joked, "Why, do you think I've made things difficult for you?"

"That's not the case." Charles smiled, "Actually, I'm not sure whether I should bring him into the headquarters. Maybe it's a mistake."