People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 233

Emma looked at Mike with a smile, generous.

“What is the problem?”

Mike touched his face subconsciously.

“No.” Emma said, “I learned from Professor X that you defeated Mr. Fright on your own. To be honest, I’m quite curious and want to contact him personally.”

“After the contact, how does it feel?”

“It doesn’t seem to be special…” Emma tilted her head, showing a cute expression.

A young woman with a tall, hot body, intellectual temperament and exquisite features can be so cute?

There is a word to say… pure and lustful?

The old man almost didn’t hold it… Mike thought to himself, and began to play the slick playboy tone:

“Isn’t being particularly handsome?”

“Ha.” Emma smiled: “It doesn’t count, but I just discovered a special place-very narcissistic.”

“That’s self-confidence!”

The two chatted and laughed. Emma stood up and said, “Hurry up to take a shower and change clothes. Is there a welcome party in the evening?”

“Welcome party?”

“Yes.” Emma said, “It has been a long time since no new members have joined, and so many at a time. Everyone is very happy.”

Also right, no new Mutant has been born in more than two decades, and the old Mutant is either being hunted down, degraded, or hiding in hiding to die.

Emma said: “However, everything is getting better. The impact of genetically modified food on Mutant is waning. I believe that there will be naturally born Mutant newborns soon.”

The special substances in the X gene and genetically modified food are like the battle between the immune system and the virus in the human body.

This battle lasted for more than twenty years.

However, it took millions of years for humans to evolve from apes to Homo sapiens. Twenty years or so may be long for one person, but for the evolutionary process, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as “trivial”.

For more than 20 years, the winners and losers were decided, and soon.

If Mutant really perishes, it may be sad to say, but in the mouths of latecomers, it is probably the same as dinosaurs, Sabretooth, and mammoths.

The survival of the fittest is the survival of the fittest.

After coming to Otherworld, I never heard the old Logan or the young Logan talk about the deterioration of Self-healing Ability.

Perhaps the time is too short, the impact of genetically modified food is subtle, and it takes a long time to have an effect.

Perhaps as Emma said, the X gene adapted and survived life and death.

The welcome banquet is actually simple, self-brewed wine, self-raised chickens, ducks and cattle, and self-grown vegetables-according to Emma, ​​these are not genetically modified foods and will not cause the degradation of mutants-this is one reason they cultivated themselves.

Emma said that after Mr. Fear originally cloned her, he wanted to clone Professor X. After the Emma file was out, it was cancelled.

Therefore, in the national team lineup of Mr. Fright, there is no Professor X, and Jin is responsible for mental attacks and defenses.

Even without Phoenix force, the piano is a very powerful Telepathy Mutant.

The atmosphere of the banquet was very lively.

After coming to this world, Mike had fun for the first time.

the next day.

Morning.

“This bed is too small.” Mike said to Emma who was lying on his body.

As for why this is the current situation… it can be explained.

The main pot is alcohol.

Chaotic sex after drinking.

Emma lay on Mike’s chest and said, “The single room is a bit small. If you are side by side, it’s crowded.”

With that, Emma rode on.

This way it won’t be squeezed.

Afterwards, Emma got out of bed and took a bath. Looking at the past from Mike’s perspective, the waves are magnificent and the scenery is infinite.

This proves Mike’s guess yesterday that Emma looks good in whatever clothes she wears or not.

After washing, Emma sat on the edge of the bed, wiping her hair, and said, “When will I leave? I mean, go back to the original world?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

Mike hesitated and stopped.

Emma: “What do you want to say straight.”

Mike: “Since you know I come from other worlds, last night…”

Emma: “I just think that if I recall yesterday, if nothing happened, I will probably regret it.”

Mike nodded secretly. He met many girls in the bar, with small umbrellas in their bags. According to them, if you come across a type you like, you don’t want to miss it or regret it.

“And it was really nice last night.” Emma put on the robe and smiled and said, “Go, you can sleep for a while.”

After all, I didn’t sleep much last night.

After Emma left, Mike realized a problem. There was no small umbrella last night. Who will go to Otherworld with a small umbrella. In the past, the system space would store a little bit-if the system is alive, knowing if Mike uses it to store a small umbrella, will he spiral up into the sky with anger. The problem is, Daisy is super fierce and consumes the thief quickly, and worked overtime with Zhao Hailun before coming.

used up.

After thinking about it, Mike felt a little heavy in his heart.

It’s not a problem with small umbrellas.

But as clones used as murder weapons, how could Mr. Fright allow them to retain fertility.

The umbrella is no longer a problem, but Mike can’t be happy.

can not fall asleep.

In fact, for Mike, sleep is no longer a necessary means of recovery. Just keep a habit of being a human being.

Get out of the tree house.

Old Logan winked at Mike and gave a thumbs up.

Other men looked at Mike with all kinds of envy and hatred.

Mike is safe and sound.

got used to.

During the day, Mike and others, led by Emma, ​​strolled around the Garden of Eden.

The Garden of Eden is actually a farm that is almost isolated from the world. It will send people to the outside world to buy things that cannot be made by oneself after a certain period of time. Such as medicines and the like.

There is no banquet in the evening.

The material conditions of the Garden of Eden do not allow for singing every night. But as night fell, a bonfire was lit in the open space, and everyone prepared food together, had dinner together, and talked and sang around the bonfire after dinner.

This kind of life is good, for Mike, a few days are good. He couldn’t stand it if he had to do it every day. He likes the bustling city, feasting, and the enchanting postures of the young ladies.

It was another night in and out.

When Mike woke up, Emma was no longer there. There was a diamond on the bedside table.

Emma left behind, probably after knowing it will be indefinitely, as a souvenir.

Playing with diamonds.

Mike just got up, Emma was able to diamondize his whole body, and his thoughts drifted away.

Someone used to compare the hardness of steel plate–otherwise, why would there be a “day-piercing steel plate” talk, and now we have also competed with diamonds…Will you be able to call yourself a man with a hardness of 10 on the Mohs?

Little Logan was waiting outside the house. There was a pile of cigarette butts on the ground. He waited for a long time.

Mike asked: “Are you ready?”

Little Logan looked up, inexplicably: “What are you going to prepare?”

Mike: “I mean to say goodbye or have some souvenirs to take back.”

Little Logan: “No.”

Mike mumbled: “It’s too much, there is no one to see off.”

In fact, even without sensing Ability, he knew that behind the windows of several tree houses, there were many people standing watching them.

This is probably “really separate from difficulties, not like meeting each other well.”

Mike’s left hand is boarding Phoenix force. It is said that Phoenix force can create and manipulate the coordinates on the space dimension and timeline to travel back and forth to any point in time and space-true or false is unknown, but Mike can feel that his mastery of time and space is more precise.

Mike opened a black hole with his left hand.

The way home.

Little Logan mumbled: “You won’t get the coordinates wrong, let’s go to another time and space.”

Mike didn’t bother to care about him.

With his back to the tree house, he waved his hand and jumped in.