West's Summer [Comprehensive English and American]

Compared with Professor X who has always been tolerant and kind, Eric has never had the self-consciousness of being an elder to West.

After all, let's not talk about the very tragic fact that their meetings are often accompanied by a spectacular fight.As the 'Magneto' and 'Hermit' of the mutant world, Faith has long decided that they are destined to stand on opposing sides.And even if there is an extraordinary relationship at the legal level, a certain old man will never show mercy to his 'son' because of this-the hatred that Eric once tied him to the Statue of Liberty with 23 steel bars Sturt still remembers that if he had the chance, he would definitely throw him into the Pacific Ocean to vent his anger... Even if Charles stopped him, it would be useless.

But in fact, no matter how annoyed West himself is, the grievances between him and Eric are all internal contradictions among the masses.Before realizing his great ideal of kicking Magneto away, he must first kill the troublemaker who dared to trouble his guardian, which is the main reason why he is here now.

Holding a map and standing on a certain street in London, the brown-haired boy looked up at the second-floor duplex apartment in front of him, thinking silently in his heart.

It was easy enough to get a vacation from school, and since he had just turned in his research paper not long ago, it was unlikely that his advisor would make it difficult for him.The only troublesome part was dealing with Colin Burrence, the guy who had figured out all his schedules and routines.In order to prevent anything from going wrong, West negotiated with him in the cafe for three hours before finally dispelling the kid's idea of ​​"asking for leave to travel to London with Serena".

——I have to say that sometimes a friend who can't get rid of is scarier than the fiercest enemy, especially if you still look like that friend's ex-boyfriend.

Do I really have the face of a scumbag?Having automatically imagined an annual sadistic drama with a beautiful beginning and a sad ending, West, who had been stared at by the boy all the time, touched his cheeks with lingering fear.Thinking of Colin's strong resentment that almost burst through the sky when he was reluctant to compromise that day, he still feels terrified in his heart, and he even couldn't help thinking about whether he had really had an innocent love somewhere Boy, and then dumped him without conscience... Otherwise, every time he was stared at by that kid's big wet eyes, why would he feel inexplicably guilty?

Of course, he just thought about it that way.Although he does occasionally flirt, West is still very confident in his integrity-so confident that he dares to bet a cucumber with a certain Stark who has slept on the cover of magazines for a year.And not long after, when he finally realized that this idea was actually the truth that was infinitely close to the truth, besides slapping his face, he had also unknowingly boarded a thief ship and could no longer get off_ (:3)∠)_

However, these are things to come.At present, West is still struggling to save his second father, and has successfully found out the mastermind behind the scenes. He is thinking about whether to give the other party a surprise, or whether to give priority to violence and directly hit the house.

According to the news brought by Mystique, it is Mrs. Aurora, the hostess of the Conston family in London, who has been colluding with Dr. Yi to trouble Eric everywhere.She and her husband have hereditary titles and a Masonic background. They started their business in casinos in the early years, and in recent years they have started to make a lot of money by smuggling arms and drugs.After the death of her husband five years ago, Mrs. Aurora took over the family business and expanded the business even further, suspected to have been Dr. Yi's financial provider.Although I don’t know the purpose of her funding research on transforming people, but ‘humans, once they have power, they will want more, no matter whether they should intervene or not, inferiority will always be like this’——West swears this These are Ruiwen's original words... So, what he needs to do now is to completely remove this cancer, and if possible, he can follow the clues to find Yi Laizhe's old den.

And the place where he is standing now is the secret apartment of Mrs. Aurora's most trusted confidant, the estate manager who is in charge of almost all the underground business of the Conston family - Lawrence Barry.

Pulling the backpack on his shoulders to perfectly disguise himself as a traveling college student, the brown-haired boy looked at the rather luxurious duplex building in front of him, and finally resisted the urge to demolish the house with his bare hands.Although his face is only 17 years old, it doesn't mean that he is really at the age of middle school... Given that the owner here may not be friendly to mutants, revealing his ability too early will also attract too many prying eyes. Maybe put himself in before helping Magneto solve the trouble, West shrugged, put away the map in his hand, and decided to sneak in to try his luck first, to see if he could find more valuable things from Barry. clue.

Standing at the white door and flexing his fingers, he rang the doorbell, and at the same time, he was ready to brainwash him immediately when the person inside came to open the door.But to Wester's surprise, he waited outside for a long time but no one answered the door. Only then did he realize that he had picked a good time to conduct research, and he had agreed to fight wits with the enemy. Dou Yong is about to become a thief and break through the empty door.

Rolling his eyes, West walked around the small villa, and finally chose the sunny side of the study.Manipulating the airflow to push open the glass window, and then putting his hands on the terrace with force, he turned over in the air and stood firmly on the light-colored wooden floor of the room.

——Compared to the prominent status of the manager of Lawrence Barry Conston Manor, this apartment is really too low-key.

As soon as I landed, I found that this place didn't seem like a place where people could live often.West looked around for a while. Although the daily necessities were all available, he always felt that he lacked popularity.Judging by the thin dust everywhere, it should have been a while since no one came back. There were some messy documents and wine glasses scattered around in the huge space, and a handful of Brownings were laid carelessly on the desk. Besides, there is nothing to prove Barry's unusual status.

I went around upstairs roughly, but didn't find anything particularly valuable.After thinking for a while, West stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the almost static air around him slowly flowed, passing almost every corner of the apartment.

Carefully feeling every bit of information fed back by the airflow, he let go of his mind and stretched with the wind.Slowly, as if going back in time, West seems to be able to see not long ago, a haggard middle-aged man sat behind the desk for a long, long time, until the sun was slanting in the sky, and hazy circles of light and shadows appeared on the floor , he finally made up his mind to get up, and walked to the bed in the bedroom at the other end of the corridor——

With a 'click', accompanied by the light sound of the hidden lock popping open, the safe hidden behind the hanging picture was opened.

The black and white time fragments in the thought storm instantly overlapped with the present, and West carefully took out a stack of documents in the safe.This is a charming little trick he developed after he discovered that he could go back in time. Since he only needs to use his mind to synchronize rather than actually manipulate it, it will not have much impact on him. It is indeed very useful in ordinary tasks... As long as he colludes with Cyclops to keep Storm or Jean from finding out, Charles generally won't know he's secretly using this strictly forbidden ability.

Slowly calming down the airflow around him again, West looked over these closely guarded documents over and over again, most of which were the records of Mrs. Aurora's arms smuggling transactions, which Scotland Yard would definitely like.The only thing that interests him is the small black-covered notebook at the bottom, which contains Barry's personal diary, and there should be some mentions of Dr. Yi and Magneto.

He fiddled with the black stud on his right ear, making sure he could monitor every creature that approached the apartment.West dragged a chair, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to read these fragmentary records carefully.

Barry doesn't talk much, which is very consistent with the image of the manager described in West's materials.Although it is difficult to string together the few words in the diary, it does not prevent him from having a general understanding of the whole matter——

Both Mystique and him are right. Dr. Yi has been using Mrs. Aurora to obtain funds and hunt down Magneto. The disappearance of a considerable amount of accounts at Constant Manor every month is evidence.And Barry himself seems to be in frequent contact with the mutants sent by Yi Laizhe. Since they set up a trap for the Avengers in the United States and successfully snatched the "Tower Project", they have been inquiring about the traces of mutants. Not long ago A batch of mysterious 'cargo' was also transferred to a certain place - West speculated that it might be a bionic weapon developed by Hydra, and it might all be used on Eric... After all, besides that, he I can't imagine how a group of ordinary humans without superpowers would dare to confront Magneto, who can assassinate the President of the United States alone, without the help of a reincarnated person.

However, what made West puzzled was why Mrs. Aurora would spare no effort to help that lunatic Yi Laizhe.Regardless of greater power or money, she is fully capable of obtaining it by herself, and there is no need to listen to him and let him manipulate her.Even if Dr. Yi coerces and lures and threatens his life, it should be a better choice to cooperate with Magneto to protect himself instead of allowing Yi Laizhe to trouble him.

Shaking his head, it is inconvenient to make any guesses before the matter is fully investigated.West decided to put these questions aside for now, lowered his head again, and checked the diary in his hand.

But this time, before turning a few pages, he found something extraordinary.

"a photo?"

Frowning, he picked up the photo sandwiched between the pages.It was a frontal photo of Mrs. Aurora, with a big cross on her face with a marker.Logically speaking, this should be the work of the enemy, and it is not uncommon for a big brother who eats black and white.However, if such a thing appeared in the private diary of her famously loyal manor master...

Maybe, Barry doesn't want to respect Madam Aurora as much as he does?Thinking of this, West raised his eyebrows, and flipped the photo to the back.In the lower right corner, a line of smooth and beautiful small characters instantly came into view, which further confirmed his guess.

'Pleasant cooperation, my dear Mr Lawrence. ’—that’s exactly what it says.

And this handwriting, he can recognize it at a glance when it turns into ashes, it is clearly the handwriting of that lunatic doctor Yi Laizhe that he has been looking for.

West raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

This kind of drama of betrayal and being betrayed has not been uncommon in his life so far.Father and son fight each other, husband and wife become enemies, master and servant turn against each other, the suspicious and cowardly nature of human beings is vulnerable to crisis and temptation.In the past, he would spend a lot of time thinking about whether it was worth doing so many incomprehensible things in order to protect such an ugly human being incognito, and was even attracted by Eric's ideals for a time.But in fact, as Charles told him, whether evil or good, judging the world is actually something that God needs to consider.And all they can do is to follow the will of the past. Compared with blood flowing into rivers, what can be redeemed by fate will always be forgiveness and tolerance.

Thinking of the kind and gentle face of his adoptive father, it was like a bright light guiding the direction at the end of endless darkness, allowing him to always find the right path.West smiled slightly, stuffed the photo into his pocket and prepared to continue flipping down, but suddenly felt a tightness in his heart, and his slender fingers suddenly landed on the somewhat curled paper.

--someone is coming.

Closing the notebook in his hand with a 'snap', West tracked the two strange brain waves calmly.From the path covered with gravel in the garden, to the oblique corner where sundries are piled up in the backyard, to the drainage pipe on the sunny side to dredge the rainwater, finally, after a burst of clanging noises, it finally stopped on... the ceiling?

"Pull the rope, I'll go in and have a look first, John."

There seemed to be an uninvited guest's low voice on the roof, walking in the direction of the voice, and West quickly stood at the door of the study where he had just stayed.In view of the fact that Lawrence Barry had no chance of breaking into his house from the roof like a thief, he could easily judge that these two latecomers must have the same purpose as his own to break into the house.

"Are you sure I can hold you and not let you fall and break your neck?"

"I hope so, Doctor."

Along the windows he opened not long ago, the conversations on the roof became more obvious.Vigilantly, West stretched out a finger to his temple, and decided that if the visitor was unkind, he would immediately hypnotize the brains of the two and put them at his mercy.

At the same time, with the sound of a rope's 'cracking', a black-haired man in a dark blue coat also swayed onto the windowsill.Before he had time to take a panoramic view of the entire study, he saw the young man who was standing vigilantly at the door.

Sherlock Holmes froze for a moment.

"Who are you?"

Without even thinking about it, the same question came out from both of their mouths at the same time.The big detective obviously didn't expect that there would be someone who would be there before him, so he was a little dazed for a while, while West looked at the strange little curly hair, his brows were frowned, and he always felt that this face seemed to be on which newspaper he should be on seen.

"K? K?! Are you okay?"

Just as the two of them were looking at each other, the doctor's question came along with the wind.However, in addition to worrying about the big detective, there are more panics that don't make sense:

"Hey! Hey!! I can't control the direction, buddy, can you help me down here?"

"Wait, John..."

He opened his mouth to stop the doctor from committing suicide, but it was a step too late.Before Sherlock finished speaking, a 'humanoid cannonball' that kept swaying in mid-air whizzed and hit him on the back. The moment the detective didn't react at all, he hit him directly off the window sill like that. Fall face down on the ground.

"Very good." Dizzy and lying on his roommate's back, John Watson moaned in pain, "You shouldn't be stuck on the window to block the way."

Sherlock, whose brain froze for more than five seconds for the first time: "..."

West couldn't bear to look directly and turned his head.