[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

When Clark and Tony passed through the portal left by Cyril and rushed to the scene of the crime, the elf mage with a keen sense of smell had already found Stryker who hadn't gone far.

Major General Stryker was surrounded by people, all armed and holding their guns, all pointing their muzzles at the uninvited guests who appeared out of thin air.

Xi Ruier stood with his hands behind his back, his robe was flowing, and there was a light smile on his lips, looking harmless to humans and animals.

It's just very inconsistent with such a scene.

"Trespassing on the forbidden military area, attacking important military officials..." Stryker looked around at the guards present, and his tone became serious. "Enough to put you in Guantanamo Bay."

Facing Stryker, the elf took a step forward, stepping lightly without making a sound.

The villain, who had experienced countless ups and downs, tensed up and took a step back subconsciously.

When he realized that he was actually timid, Stryker became angry and shouted sharply: "Are you trying to fight against the US government?!"

Xi Ruier looked at this middle-aged man who was no longer young, looked him up and down, and shook his head with a smile: "Cooperating with the enemy and rebels, colluding with the Lost Legion, plotting evil... You committed such a crime Human felony, do you still think the government will protect you?"

Stryker gasped for breath, and he clenched his fists: "What nonsense are you talking about?! When did I collude with the undead? Can you come up with evidence?"

After hearing Cyril's words, Clark couldn't help poking Tony who was standing next to him: "Strike really joined the Lost Legion?"

As early as just now, Tony has checked Stryker's communications, contacts, and various whereabouts during this period. The villain who has been targeting mutants really has no connection with the undead.

Tony quickly checked again with the undead energy detector equipped on the Mark 22.

Neither this Major General Stryker nor his group of useless subordinates were infected by the power of the undead.

In other words, Cyril was talking nonsense.

Tony looked at the confrontation scene in front of him, shook his head at Clark, and said, "Probably not."

Clark hesitated to speak, and finally chose to wait on the sidelines.

And Stryker on the side already felt something, he swallowed nervously: "You don't have any evidence, the military court won't believe you..."

Cyril was amused by him, the elf stretched out his hand, and put his long, bony fingers on Stryker's shoulders, with a smile on his face and a relaxed tone, but the words he said were sensational.

"Do I need any evidence? When humans panic about the invasion of the undead, they have to rely on me and trust me. Whatever I spit out of my mouth is evidence."

These words hit everyone's hearts heavily, and immediately stirred up countless complicated thoughts.

"Even if your superior in the military department can protect you with one hand," Cyril's fingertips moved slowly, and the cool touch caused the skin to tremble instinctively, like a poisonous snake slowly choking its prey, "People What about the governments of other countries? By the way, a few Russian agents have just contacted me recently, hoping that I will share some information about the undead with them... Do you think these people can tolerate you?"

Finally, that cold finger landed on Major Stryker's most vulnerable throat, lightly.

Stryker heard his flustered heartbeat, and suddenly understood the current situation.

Not long ago, the plan jointly submitted by Cyril and Nick Fury was rejected before it could be put on the conference table on Capitol Hill.

But the situation is different now. The whole world has seen how the undead are raging in New York.The nonsense that no one would believe in Cyril's mouth has become a firm fact.

Under such circumstances, it is no longer Schrill who is asking the government to help him, but the government is eager to cooperate with him, not only to make early plans for the future, but also to appease the hearts of the people.

Even if the U.S. government does not want it, there are still the European Union, Russia, and the newly rising power in the East.

This change happened quietly, and the villains who changed their tricks all day long didn't realize it, and even these superheroes who knew Cyril early didn't realize it.

Perhaps, the big bat, who has always prepared for the worst in everything, realized it, so he finalized the various ideas of "Brightness" with Cyril in advance, and at the same time strongly supported the elves to transfer "Brightness" to be supervised under the name of the United Nations. international agency.

Some words, if said clearly, will be very unpleasant.

Stryker's face suddenly turned pale, and his heart was suddenly engulfed by fear like a bottomless pit, but his consciousness was still falling, as if falling endlessly.

This fear is not just about your own future.

It was the desperation brought about by an ambitious man who pursued a goal all his life and suddenly found that his value was lost overnight.

He has no foreign military exploits, no deep family ties, and no experience gained through traditional channels.

He has been studying mutants all his life, and the reason why he is able to get to this day is because the government fears mutants and the public fears mutants, so he is used.

Even today's attack, which is tacitly approved by the military, is not because someone above has the idea of ​​"using the sentinel robot to grab the mutant's ability to obtain a more obedient and stronger combat power"?

So far, he has failed.

If Cyril insisted on targeting him, he really had nowhere to go.

Cyril looked around, his gentle gaze swept over the guards with guns one by one.

The guards, who also understood what Cyril meant, seemed to be disarmed by this light and light gaze, and put down their guns in frustration, no longer trying to protect their immediate superiors.

—

A bright sword hangs over Stryker's head.

This fragile human soul was not worth Cyril's staff.

The simplest skill without equipment attribute bonus can take him away.

"Don't worry," Cyril's gaze was still gentle, like the clear and soft water in spring, "I won't kill you and turn you into a ghost to join the Lost Legion."

Stryker looked at him, his body leaned forward slightly, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes.

Cyril said in an extremely considerate and understated way: "I will only let your soul be under the protection of the Goddess of Light forever."

"do not want!"

"stop!"

Tony and Clark, who seemed to be ignored by everyone, spoke in unison since they came here.

Cyril seemed to have expected their actions a long time ago, turned around, looked at the two of them calmly and gently, and asked politely and softly: "What's wrong?"

Tony didn't know why he wanted to stop it.

Compared with Batman, Superman or that little spider, he doesn't seem to be a superhero who sticks to the bottom line of not killing people at all times.

In his eyes, Stryker is indeed a damn guy.

but……

Such Cyril is too strange.

Strange enough to make people palpitate.

Tony even felt that he would never be able to look directly at the other person's gentle smile and warm concern...I always felt creepy.

As for Clark, who also tried to stop him, he didn't think so much.

He just instinctively felt that this was wrong.

There should be no playing tricks, no calling a deer a horse.

Even if Stryker committed a crime, he should be given a fair trial.

"Don't be like this, Cyril." Clark lowered his head with his twinkling eyes, looking at the innocent elf, with a hint of pain in his tone that he didn't realize.

Under the gaze of such sincere eyes, the habitual smile mask on Cyril's face slowly collapsed. He didn't look at Stryker, who was already like a bereaved dog. Ask me, Superman?"

Tony, who was standing aside, suddenly felt the inexplicable tit-for-tat in the atmosphere between the two. The billionaire, who has always been vicious and likes to complain, chose to remain silent.

Cyril's long golden hair hung down her waist, reflecting the sword of light hanging above her head in front of her.

At this moment, everyone is soberly aware that he is a... non-human from a different world.

The elf has integrated into this world so/quickly that people forget that he has never abided by the values ​​and behaviors of modern human society in the past few hundred years.

Clark took a deep breath, and just said softly: "I am indeed asking you, so are you willing to promise me?"

Hearing Clark's answer, Cyril, who was expressionless, suddenly smiled, but that smile made people uncomfortable.

"Of course I would." Contrary to everyone's expectations, the elf, who was still imposing just now, waved his hand lightly, and the magic long sword that made the atmosphere tense was blown away, and the light spots disappeared into the air, as if it had never happened before. existed.

"He will leave it to you, remember to give me a satisfactory result."

The elf didn't use the portal this time, but just used the teleportation technique to take himself away from this place.

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"Why give in? You are so good."

Xi Ruier turned around helplessly, looked at the little follower behind her buttocks: "When did you come here?"

Pietro rubbed his silver hair, with a hint of showing off: "I came through the portal, and I have been shrinking back to watch the excitement, haven't you noticed?"

Cyril was too lazy to ask him how he found himself who was randomly teleported back to the X Academy. He just lifted up his robe, sat down against the big tree in the suburban forest, and quietly observed the hidden seeds in the soil .

The seed will germinate next spring.

"Hey, did you listen to me?" Pietro boldly poked the archmage who was frighteningly powerful in the eyes of his peers, and muttered, "Stryker should be damned!" .”

Cyril was helpless with this child, he turned his head, "Do you think I care about Stryker's death? If Superman can handle it well, so that he doesn't go to the Lost Legion and cause trouble in the future, he will live I won't care for 1000 years."

Pietro was already dazed by Cyril's words, he took off his earphones at once, his face full of doubts: "Then why were you trying to kill him so aggressively just now?"

The elf reached out and touched the seed-covered soil lightly.He was silent for a long time, and finally explained to the confused silly boy.

"Because I want to deter those villains hiding in the dark, and warn those despicable poisonous snakes who can't see clearly the changes in the current situation and are still thinking about their trivial ambitions."

Pietro lowered his head, gave a low voice, and curled his lips: "But that Superman, he doesn't give you face at all."

Cyril looked at the child's resentment for him, and said plainly: "He was right to do that. I have always admired him, and I admire those who obviously have an easier way, but choose a difficult way to achieve it." The ideal person. And I... am not that kind of person."

I don't want to take that difficult road anymore, Cyril looked at the seeds buried deep in the soil, and thought to himself, the sun that seemed to shine forever would one day penetrate the weakness in his heart.

The motivation that drives him to protect the earth is the hatred for the Lost Legion and the little remaining respect for the Goddess of Light.

In fact, he is not gentle and kind at all, and he doesn't love the world at all, just like he doesn't care whether the seed will germinate or not.

Clark once asked him if he was used to death.

Cyril didn't answer because he knew his answer was bound to disappoint.

The sensitive elf could sense that his relationship with Clark was getting closer.

He no longer wants to put on that perfect mask forever to confuse others, and he no longer wants to treat Heinciri like he did back then—as long as the bottom line is not touched, he will always indulge him, making the other party mistakenly think that he will always support him unconditionally.

The elf tried to bark a few imperfect fangs at Clark.

But he should have killed Stryker on his own terms.But in the end, facing Clark's serious request, the elf still took a step back.

Cyril was silent.

Pietro followed Cyril in silence for a while, kept kicking the pebbles under his feet, sighed, and said pretentiously: "I understand what you said. It's like Magneto and Professor X, kill It's easy for weak humans, but it's hard to live with them in peace."

The elf laughed: "Children, don't pretend to understand."

Just when Pietro wanted to refute, he raised his face, only to find that the elf had long since disappeared.

This time it is thorough.

I don't know where the other party has gone.

The author has something to say: In chapter 13 of Guiding the Road, when Cyril first met Clark as a young reporter, he said that he respected people who chose to do difficult things rather than easy things.

He has a little "I don't want to pretend anymore" feeling towards Dachao now hhh