[Zhongyingmei] Can drawing cards save the world?

This isn't the first time Charles has met Stephen Strange.In fact, after Strange had the prophecy, he once visited him, and let him see the memory in his mind, and discussed the final result.

His legs and feet are inconvenient, and Strange persuades him to learn magic like him and cure his disability.

Charles declined.

He has countless ways to get his legs back to walk - it's just that none of them are what he wants.

You've done enough stupid things for your legs when you're young, why hold on to them?

He has everything now, he has his friends and his students, he lives a good life and enjoys peace.

Charles hadn't been involved with protecting the world for a long time, so he was surprised when Strange approached him.Surprised that there are still people who want to ask mutants for help, and also surprised that he has no reservations.

"Why did you show me these?" Charles asked after reading the memories provided by Strange.

The cloak behind Strange fluttered, and he patted Strange on the shoulder from time to time—probably reminding him to answer someone's words.

"I just feel that some people need you." Strange reacted and said, "It may be irrelevant, but I will feel that I am doing something good."

Strange doesn't consider himself a man of great empathy—even though he's a former neurosurgeon.

So when he brought Elaine to Xavier School for Gifted Boys, he wasn't too surprised.

Because this person is probably one of the reasons why he does good deeds.

"Hello." Charles' blue eyes were tired and moving. "I'm Charles Xavier."

It's a wonderful feeling.

Those eyes of Charles always make you feel as if you have known each other for a long time.His blue eyes are different from Bruce's or Superman's, they are a kind of tolerance, even kindness.

And such a look appeared on a middle-aged man in his 40s and [-]s, and it would appear a little discordant.

Elaine stepped forward to shake hands with him, and her hands were wrapped by his generous and beautiful hands. There were not even any calluses on his hands, most of which were left by writing.

"Hello." Elaine was inexplicably nervous, "I'm Elaine Hope."

She let go of his hand, a little embarrassed, and didn't even dare to look at him.

"He can transfer memories to Bat for you," said Strange, "but before that, you have to make sure Batman is willing."

Yes.

This also requires Batman's consent.

But, is Bruce still willing to see her now?

Elaine was not sure.

Feelings of inferiority filled her mind again, and she couldn't help but lower her head and look at her toes.

Through the shoes, she remembered the dress Bruce gave her before——

Is the dress still in her new home?Can she still go home?

"You can," said Charles. "You're a good boy, and you deserve what you deserve."

"No one will blame you for what No. 12 and Strucker did, Elaine." Strange also said.

The cloak behind him also moved its tip, and flew over to rub Elaine's head, trying to raise her lowered head.

Elaine raised her head and nodded, "I'll try."

But her communication may not be very safe, she doesn't know if Strucker will detect her location, let alone take the risk.

Charles maneuvered the wheelchair and showed them around the school along the way.Students who pass by will greet him when they see him, and then walk away with a smile.

But in fact Charles wanted Elaine to meet two students.

He took them to a classroom filled with students preparing for class.

Elaine caught sight of the twins that appeared in her memory——

The two men had evidently seen her too.

Almost instantly, the silver-haired boy stood in front of her.

"Pietro," Charles warned, "she's not who you think she is."

Wanda walked up to them, red mist energy surging in her eyes.

"Not her," she said.

"But she looks exactly the same!" Pietro said. "Twins?"

"It's a clone," Elaine said.

"What?" Pietro didn't hear clearly.

"Clone, we're all clones," Elaine explained, raising her voice. "If you were hurt—I'm sorry."

"That's not you, then you shouldn't apologize," Wanda said, "We are all sensible people."

It seemed like everyone said that to Elaine.

But is she really innocent?

She was the one who killed Mike Ronner, and it was she who made the plan perfect.

You're just being controlled, not meant to be, Elaine—

maybe.

But this may also mean that he had the opportunity to make up for it.

"It's been a long time since I've actively probed people's minds," Charles said, "but I have to tell you, Elaine—"

"what?"

"These are all preordained." He said, "If you don't go to kill Mike Roner, No. 12 will go too. If you learn to resist first, then our last cards will be gone."

"He's right." Strange also said, "You're the card."

The disappearance of No. 12 didn't stop Strack.

He would only regret that one hanging ring.

Casillas only gave him two, one at 13 and one at 12.

He kept banging away in the basement and trying to fully manipulate the dead spore virus inside him.

He is not talented in manipulating the suspension ring, but for clones with a unified goal and a firm mind, it doesn't seem to be difficult.It's like their innate talent, good at imitating, good at learning.

But excessive learning also means that they will try to get rid of his control.

Since No. 11 has little contact with the outside world, there is nothing to worry about.And on the 12th, if you don't carry out regular and clear memory, there will be big troubles——

And now that she's missing, it's not his problem.

Just like the three principles of robots, Strucker naturally injected his principles into the clones.

For example, Wolfgang Strucker must not be harmed.

Number 12 is still hanging from the top of the Batcave.

It's delicious and delicious to serve, but it just makes her very unhappy.

"How long are you going to lock me up?" she asked.

Bruce didn't speak, just continued to work on the planning documents, and watched the satellite monitoring by the way.

"This should be more comfortable than going to find that Strucker—" Jason looked up at the cage and said, "Will that Strucker feed you? Or will you be frozen when you are no longer needed?"

Number 12 fell silent.

Because she doesn't know.

"I don't know," she said matter-of-factly, "but at least he'll let me out—"

"It's really a mentally retarded person who was cheated and counted money for others." Damian's tone was old-fashioned and merciless. "When people let you go out, they let you fulfill his purpose. Why do they let you go out to play?"

"But that's for a better tomorrow—" Number 12 was a little annoyed, "Batman asked you to risk your life to be Robin, isn't it also for this reason?"

Bruce made a move.

"You know what—" Damian blushed when he heard this, "Where is a better tomorrow for you? Do you know how many people died after doing this?"

"But these are all necessary sacrifices!" No. 12 continued to defend Strack, "Isn't this all necessary for a better tomorrow? Have those ordinary people made any contribution to this world?"

"Stop arguing with her, Damian." Jason shrugged, "She's already been brainwashed."

"She's too stupid!" Damian stomped his feet on the ground angrily, "Why would someone be so stupid! Don't all clones have the same brains!"

He may have completely forgotten what he was like in the League of Assassins before, and what he looked like when he had trouble with Bruce.

And also learned to step on a handful.

Bruce didn't really want to get involved in their argument.

He's still trying to track down Superman's tracks.

Satellites have captured the red cloak numerous times.Not in one city, but across countries, around the globe - no big deal so far.

He needs a hint.

Or a warning.

"What do you know?" he said suddenly, startling Twelve above.

"I..." No. 12 lowered his head, looked into Batman's blue eyes, and hesitated, "I knew you would win."

"Win what?" Batman asked.

"You will win the war in the end," said Twelfth, "but by then your body will be riddled with holes."

This is destined.

Bruce had imagined himself facing off against Superman.

He has such a powerful ability, and he is a mortal, so he has to challenge the gods.

It's useless if you're not sure you can win, no matter you win or lose, you have to fight hard.

"But Strack picked Superman," Bruce said.

"Because you will definitely not help Hydra." Number 12 said, "The purpose of my coming is to test your attitude towards him—"

Number 12 is right.

But in this way, No. 12 is equivalent to a hostage given to them by Strucker.

Bruce knew that was enough.

He returned to the screen and continued to look at the data.

Jason and Damian wanted to listen more, but were dissuaded by Bruce's eyes.

"We can't guarantee that her memory has been tampered with," Bruce said. "We can't let possible future events affect our plans."

Elaine thinks Bruce might not accept her memory.

The reason may not be that he hates her, it may be that once he learns about the future, the plan will deviate.

"He will." Charles smiled. "I have a hunch he will accept your memory."

"I've got to give him everything," Elaine said. "Can you do that?"

"You can do it yourself." Charles said, "You can completely gather your memories and turn them into viruses and infect him. If you want, you can even give him superpowers, the kind that are indestructible."

"But the stakes are high," Elaine said.

Charles nodded, "Yes, but the risk is high. The side effect of the death spore virus is probably that it may erode your sanity."

"What about me? Will my sanity be eroded?" Elaine asked.

"Maybe." Charles said, "But it will take a long time. You are learning magic with Stephen, and your mental defenses have improved, so it won't affect you too much. More importantly, you are kind by nature."

"Otherwise I will become the next Iker Casillas?" Elaine said.

"Iker Casillas has had his fate judged," said Strange.

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