Paladins of Asgard

"What power?" Obviously not everyone knew about Jean Grey's situation.

Professor X pondered: "Since she was very young, Qin has had an indescribable power lurking in her body, which brought her misfortune. Fortunately, I found her and helped her temporarily shield this power."

"I've been worried that this power will get out of control, but I didn't expect it to disappear now, as if it never existed."

"Why?" Wolverine asked.

Professor X shook his head: "I don't know. Maybe it's because of the person who saved her."

Although he didn't know what happened to Qin, it was good news after all. He no longer has to worry about the power lurking in the piano running away, it will definitely be a disaster.

After a while, Professor X said, "You don't have to worry, Qin is fine, she should be able to wake up tomorrow."

"Very good."

Knowing that Jean Grey was safe, everyone left the room one after another.

Professor X and Magneto walked to the aisle to talk, the latter said, "Charles, you should really learn more about the Sentinel project."

"I know. But it was a plan that was banned for a long time. Although it was carried out secretly in the middle, after the incident was exposed, the people who continued to study it have been imprisoned, haven't they." Professor X said.

Magneto took a deep breath: "You don't know, you don't know how far this plan has advanced in secret research."

"Although those people were imprisoned, they were still alive and well, and the information on the Sentinel Project was not destroyed, but at least three copies were kept intact." After a pause, he continued, "The Sentinel Project is now a Temporarily frozen ticking time bomb."

"As long as someone keeps working on it, it can be done in a few years at most."

"Once Project Sentinel is complete, there will be no way for mutants to survive."

Professor X was silent for a moment: "Even if the Sentinel plan is restarted, we can stop it."

"We can't stop it." Magneto shook his head. "If Qin had that power, it might be possible, but it's impossible now. The only way we can do it is to act in advance."

"What are you going to do?" Professor X asked.

Magneto said without hesitation: "Find and destroy all the information on the Sentinel project, get rid of all human scientists involved, and scientists who are suspected to be involved, such as Tony Stark."

"No." Professor X categorically refused, "Destroying materials is okay, but killing people is absolutely not okay. You even want to get rid of the scientists who are suspected of being involved. This is ridiculous."

"Tony Stark, you want to get rid of it too. Don't you know what the consequences of his identity will be? Have you forgotten that god's warning?"

Magneto insisted: "But if you don't get rid of the people who participated in the plan, what's the use of just destroying the data?"

The atmosphere was quiet for half a second, and he continued: "Charles, survival is a kind of luck, there is never a choice for the best of both worlds. If doing so will attract his sanctions, I am willing to bear it alone."

Professor X looked at him: "There are no consequences that can be borne alone in the world. All disasters will inevitably bring disaster to others. Mutants are also members of society."

...

"Cough! Cough-cough-cough!"

Thanos covered his mouth and coughed violently, and a hoarse sound like the air was exhausted from his throat.

After a long while, he finally stopped coughing, but when he raised his hand, he saw a bloodstain on his palm, which was cloudy and dim, like a sign of death.

"Why...how could this be..." Thanos muttered to himself, looking at the turbid blood in his palm.

He couldn't believe he was sick, but it was.

As a powerful Protoss, he was actually ill, and he seemed to be terminally ill.

After the battle of the Templar spaceship, his physical condition began to deteriorate day by day, as if some kind of force was constantly eroding his body, making him weak and painful.

At first it was just mild symptoms like fatigue and insomnia, then sweating, dizziness, then coughing and vomiting...

He now coughs frequently every day, and even wakes up from coughing while sleeping, coughing up blood all the time.

Thanos understood the taste of disease for the first time. This slow erosion made him feel pain and despair. The disease was steadily eating his life, and he seemed to be unable to do anything.

"Ah ah ah!" He roared up to the sky angrily, as if he was questioning his fate, but the disease made him lose his prestige in a blink of an eye, "Cough!"

"Cough cough cough..." Thanos lay on the ground, coughing non-stop.

...

New York Central Park.

Between the secluded woodlands, laughter and laughter sounded from time to time, and Frank Custer, his wife and children, a family of four were having a picnic here.

"Dad, did you really kill dozens of terrorists alone in Afghanistan?" the young son asked.

"Of course." Frank said with a smile.

The son said with bright eyes: "How did you do it? I will be like you in the future~www.NovelMTL.com~ Frank touched his head: "The battlefield is very dangerous, my child, I hope for the future You can be a lawyer and use the law to defeat your enemies and get justice. "

"Lawyer?" The wife expressed dissatisfaction at this time, "Frank, haven't we already agreed that let him be an engineer instead of a lawyer in the future. Lawyers are the worst profession in the world."

The son couldn't help but wonder, "Why is lawyering one of the worst professions?"

The wife emphasized: "There is no such thing as a lawyer. There is no worse career than a lawyer... So, don't listen to your father. You will be an engineer in the future, you know?"

The daughter asked, "Mom, what is an engineer?"

"Bill Gates, Tony Stark, Nikola Tesla are engineers."

"I'm going to be an engineer!" the two little Custers shouted at these household names.

While the family was discussing the lawyer and the engineer in full swing, a burst of nervous footsteps suddenly sounded.

Out of the sensitivity of a professional soldier, Frank Custer couldn't help but follow the sound, and then he saw a group of people in black gathered not far away.

Judging from their actions, most of these men in black were carrying guns.

"It's a gang." Frank determined the identities of these people.

"Bruno Costa," his wife said nervously, recognizing one of the gang leaders more accurately.

"You know him?" Frank asked.

"Yes." The wife nodded, "When I was helping a client in a lawsuit, Bruno Costa was the defendant. This man did all kinds of crimes, but he was behind Wilson Fisk, so I lost in the end. lawsuit."