[Zhongyingmei] I'm the villain boss, okay?

When the people outside the building were admiring the world-wide spectacle of "boiled eggs", the people inside the building came to a strange place after experiencing a burst of intense white light.

Pure white ground, pure white walls, pure white workbench, pure white ceiling.Only the fast-flowing clear portholes bring some other color here.

Looking carefully, the front of the spaceship does not seem to be a pure white inner wall, but a huge and bright mirror, which accurately reflects every inch of the scene, and it seems to extend to the end of the mirror.

Stark and Natasha sat on the ground in embarrassment, while Patrick lay on the other side of the room, far away from them.But before they had time to straighten their clothes, they stared at the center of the room in shock.

A handsome black-haired middle-aged man sat on an X-shaped metal wheelchair, his eyes closed tightly, and his long eyelashes cast a silent shadow.A man's hair should look very soft, so soft that even a strand of hair doesn't vibrate slightly.

still.

A word came to Stark's mind.

"Molly? Molly?"

Patrick staggered up and looked around, but he didn't find his wife.

"...Why are you here?" Stark frowned, looked at the pale red-haired man inexplicably, and walked there, but was unexpectedly caught by some invisible walls. isolated.

He stretched out his mechanical arm, and carefully touched the transparent inner wall with his iron fist, and the invisible wall sank in gently like a soft stream of water.Stark adjusted the power of the armor to the maximum, but it was still the same, softly as if it didn't exist at all, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"There is no communication signal." Natasha put the phone back in her pocket, "Let's go and see Charles first."

Natasha touched Stark's arm lightly, glanced at Patrick without a trace, and the two walked towards the center of the room one after the other.

"Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff."

To the surprise of the two, the black-haired man in the wheelchair suddenly opened his eyes, his blue eyes rippling like sea water, looking calmly at the two who had become vigilant in an instant.

"Back off!"

Stark pulled Natasha behind him and raised his right arm. After a sharp "click", the mechanical armor quickly fit into the golden-red muzzle assembled into a spiral shape.

"interesting......"

"Charles" smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled up, his gentle facial features were instantly torn into a strange look, and the familiar voice was mixed with a bit of weird naughtiness.Immediately, he suddenly lowered his head limply like a robot whose plug had been pulled out violently.

"Charles Xavier..."

Suddenly, a somewhat familiar female voice poured into the wide space from all directions like a tide.

"...My old friend, I hope you wake up from your long sleep, open your wide and confused thoughts, and return to the world in God's prayer..."

The ethereal echoes still reverberate between the walls, as if they were really as mysterious and holy as the whispers of the gods.Stark and Natasha felt goosebumps all over their bodies instantly in this extremely depressing pure white spaceship. They gritted their teeth and stared at the man in the wheelchair, watching the changes around them vigilantly from the corner of their eyes.Not long after, the man in the wheelchair suddenly raised his head and stared straight ahead in a daze.

"Charles!" Stark ran to him in a few steps, half kneeling in front of the wheelchair, watching him worriedly.

"......call......"

The empty and lifeless eyes gradually focused. Charles closed them tightly and let out a long sigh of relief. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with familiar light and heavy thoughts.

"It seems that the partners have gathered, it's time to invite out our most precious and unique treasure..."

The familiar female voice sounded again.

All lights were instantly extinguished, and quiet and pure darkness enveloped the entire space.At that moment, all the sensory channels were taken away, as if a huge and suffocating black sack was covered above the head, dragging Stark's heart down with unknown and fear.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!  …"

Following a burst of continuous and rapid loud noises, dozens of bright and dazzling huge spotlights lit up in turn on the left and right sides, spreading from the tail of the spaceship all the way to the smooth and shiny glass mirror in front, drawing a long line. And the wide avenue of lights.

The pure white ceiling, the soft and smooth walls, the huge and penetrating mirror, the towering spotlight...everything seems to be pressing on top of Stark's head. The heavy bell jar oppressed him so much that he couldn't breathe.

"It's not a mirror."

At this moment, a soft murmur came into his ears.

Before Stark figured out the meaning of this sentence, he had already figured out the meaning of this sentence.

Yes, this is not a mirror—because Sophia is standing on the other side of it.

What the hell is going on?

Sophia's chubby little head was left with only a bare sentence.

In just a few days, she went from being a "little princess of the Stark Group" who was studying at home with peace of mind, to being involved in a messy dispute that would end without warning. Even Sophia, who is so nervous It is inevitable that children will start to feel uneasy and confused uncontrollably.

But what she doesn't know is that for Stark, Charles, Natasha and all superheroes, this is their life.

Maybe one second they were leisurely eating chicken sandwiches by the dining car, and the next second they may have rushed to the critical moment that can determine the survival of human beings, putting life and death at risk to "save the world".

And there are others whose lives end forever when they drop their sandwich and take to the sky.

Over time, they seem to have forgotten the "why" and only have pure "I want", "I can" and "how can I".After a while, it seems that only "I want" is left, and even "I can" disappears.

At this moment, Stark also only had a bare sentence in his heart——

I want to save Sophia.

"You want to save her? How?"

"Molly Jobbiani" slowly walked out from behind Sophia, and put his hand on the child's shoulder lightly.

Stark frowned sharply and looked at the man in the wheelchair.

"The entire spaceship is covered with brain wave detectors, and combined with my mutant ability." Charles' tone was inexplicable.

"In my space, you will never try to defeat me-I said it for Charles." The woman glanced to the left without any trace, and tilted her head.

Patrick, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said loudly: "You are not Molly, who are you?"

"This sentence is really useful." Stark glanced at it without a trace, and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly.

"...Huh? You..."

"Molly" looked at Patrick, who was densely surrounded by invisible walls, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Patrick narrowed his eyes slightly and winked at her cryptically.

Charles frowned to hide his serious expression, and said slowly, "What exactly do you want us to do by calling us here?"

"What to do? Of course I want you to witness the birth of God together with me—"

Before the words were finished, a few weird and twisted white tentacles suddenly stretched out from the smooth, pure white ground under Sophia's feet, lifting Sophia into the air with claws and teeth.

The woman looked up at the bewildered and confused child, the pure white of the wall against her emaciated face, smoothing out the last trace of vivid humanity.

"It's been so long, I don't know, does the Supreme Wisdom still remember me?" The woman's whispering voice was mixed with a strange mechanical stiffness.

"None of that matters, though... Soon, I will be the new Supreme Intelligence to rule over all the Kree."

"Number 6, why don't you come out and witness the moment of the Lord's rebirth as a god?"

"Mr. Stark, the mirror field is beyond the earth's technological civilization, and the system cannot be cracked for you for the time being."

Stark looked at the interface in front of him and gritted his teeth.

The woman didn't even give Stark a look, her almost transparent eyes just stared at Sophia.

"Owner."

The smooth ground collapsed into a huge deep pit like a whirlpool, and the half-kneeling man slowly rose from the ground until it was level with the woman's toes.

At the same time, the golden-red armor was quickly assembled, and the magnetic cannon shining with faint blue light was aimed straight at the woman.

"boom!"

A huge impact sound exploded from the mirror, and the powerful recoil shocked Stark to take a few steps back before stabilizing the armor.However, the magnetic cannon that was supposed to be full of power roared like a stone falling into the sea, swallowed by several transparent waves, and quickly merged into its original appearance, as if nothing had happened.

Black Widow frowned and threw a few incendiary bombs, but nothing came of it.

While several people were desperately trying to destroy the barrier, a ray of light shot at Sophia from the inner wall of the spaceship, wrapping her firmly in a halo—at least in the eyes of the four of Stark.

In Kree's eyes, it is countless pieces of data that are beating and converging into a beam of current, extracting experimental data from Sophia's body at a speed that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Where there is any miracle, it is just a blindfold.Peeling off the layers of "god" wrapping, inside is just a cold, stiff but humble technological waste that is pursuing miracles.

"It's useless." Charles said softly, "You, me, and Natasha can't beat it."

"Then what to do!" Stark asked anxiously.

"Isn't there another person?"

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