[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

Amidst the continuous sound of pouring glass bottles, the man covered his ears with one hand after realizing it, and squeezed out a sentence:

"God..."

What was this man doing before, building a house with wine bottles? !

Wesley took a deep breath, grabbed the table next to him firmly, and finally stood up tenaciously, but half of his body was still severely numb, and he couldn't help limping when he walked.

Pausing for a while, rubbing his sore eye sockets with his fingers, Wesley said to the system: "What's wrong with this body, alcoholism? Cerebral hemorrhage, or a heart attack? Are you sure you can save it?"

As a person who manipulates the body, Wesley's whole person is already terrible. Not only is the body heavy as if filled with lead, but also the consciousness feels squeezed out for the first time. The body's senses and consciousness are squeezed into the small house together. He is top-heavy.

The chest was itching for some reason.

Wesley raised his hand reflexively and scratched.

"..." Silence.

Scratched again.

"..."

Quickly pulling away the collar and looking in, Wesley raised his eyes again, staring at the air in front of him, expressionless.

Please tell me this is some kind of performance art?

Fortunately, his body, which was about to stop beating, didn't give him time to continue complaining.

Wesley already knew whose body he was controlling and what he should do.

Mutant controllers don't shine, after all—fortunately, he's more knowledgeable.So this circular luminous metal deeply embedded in the chest is undoubtedly the exclusive accessory of that boss.

Wesley crossed his hands, grabbed the hem of his jacket, brushed it off and took off his clothes.

"..." It feels weird.

After an inexplicable pause, Wesley hurriedly followed the location pointed out by the system scan, found the somewhat familiar box, and took out a new "battery" from it.

Even with all the tools at hand, it is still a bit difficult to complete the work by yourself. Fortunately, the system is a reliable assist when doing tasks.

With seven seconds left in the countdown, a mirror-scanning image floated in front of Wesley's eyes. Every time a disassembly step was completed, the next one would emerge with a golden light.

With the help of supernatural powers, Wesley completed the reset of the Ark reactor in less than seven seconds with his restored flexible hands.

The original palladium element plate has been severely overused. The surface is black and overflowing with unknown mucus, and it is wrapped in transparent electrolyte. It is really hard to believe that this kind of thing is in his body.

Putting the old one aside, Wesley was in the mood to observe the reopened Ark reactor.

The palladium element emits a silver-white light. This device is rougher than Wesley remembers, but it is currently at the top of the world's technology.

What was fatal was the black and blue fine lines radiating from the periphery of the device, which showed that his blood poisoning was already serious.

Wesley touched those terrible lines, even the neck was almost covered, this level has reached the point where it cannot be concealed.

No wonder the recent newspaper reports about Tony Stark's crazy behavior have taken it to the next level. He can be seen on the headlines almost every day, and the major media are also enjoying it.How should I put it, as expected of Tony Stark, it is not easy to be so diligent in the headlines. Wesley originally thought that he was viciously competing with another popular figure in the headlines, Bruce Wayne.

Suddenly, Wesley's eyes floated up, and the body he was manipulating fell backwards uncontrollably.

Wesley: "..."? ? ?

Looking down, he actually returned to the invisible consciousness and left Tony Stark's body.

...What's the situation? !

Did the mission fail?

Fortunately, this was purely due to his overthinking. The person who fell on the ground had already covered his head and turned over with difficulty.

Mr. Tony Stark, a socialite, seemed to remember where he was after a few seconds. He lowered his head and touched the reactor on his chest. After a long silence, he said vaguely, "Jarvis?"

"Yes, sir."

Wesley couldn't help being startled by the sudden voices around him. He finally remembered that Tony's loyal assistants were everywhere.

"How could this be?" Tony tried to stand up, but failed several times, and finally he could only lie on the ground panting.

"Sir?" Jarvis didn't understand him.

"I said, how could it be, how could it be possible, what happened before?" Tony frowned, looking a little confused, but more angry: "Who came down? I said, you are not allowed to ask for help."

"I haven't, sir." Jarvis answered honestly.

Wesley: "..." suddenly frightened.

Ever since he entered Tony Stark's mind, he had faintly felt the core consciousness with a strong sense of repulsion. He didn't expect that the Lord would kick him out as soon as he woke up from the coma.

Is this the power of knowledge (wrong)?Indirectly showing that other people's brain capacity is not high? ?

"It's... the system, let's go first."

He already had a premonition that something bad would happen if he stayed.

Going back was faster than coming. In the blink of an eye, Wesley returned to Baltimore City Middle School, opened the partition door and went out to wash his hands.

In short, 200 points are obtained.

It's just that the process of saving people this time was too calm, so calm that he always felt that something was missing, and he felt a strange uneasiness.

...Hey, who cares, anyway, I have completed my mission, and I may not see this famous Iron Man again in the future. I am in Baltimore, and my consciousness cannot be exposed to the outside world under the protection of the system. nothing to worry about.

After comforting himself, Wesley returned to the corridor and pushed open the classroom door as if returning from a walk.

A gust of wind blew head-on from the open window inside, and Wesley immediately saw that there was already a person sitting in the classroom.

Eric, who hadn't seen him for a long time, was sitting by the window wearing a low-key jacket. Compared with his figure, the desks and chairs in this classroom seemed a bit small.

"Good morning, Wesley."

"Good morning……"

"Eric, Eric Lanshere."

"Good morning, Eric." Wesley was a little confused.

He can still understand Eric's appearance here. After all, after the last time, the two of them have a little friendship, but the appearance of the other party this time obviously gave him a different feeling.

If the original Eric just had a strong sense of presence, then facing him now would already give people invisible pressure.

There was still a shadow between the always frowning brows, but his melancholy was gone.

Walking all the way, Wesley observed him silently, but he didn't know that the other party was also looking at this somewhat familiar, yet unfamiliar boy.

The two were silent for a while, each thinking about something.In the end, Eric, who took the initiative to find him, spoke first: "I want to ask you something, Wesley."

"You don't work here anymore." Wesley looked at his casual attire. He asked for leave and didn't come here for so many days. He didn't know the situation, but it is estimated that Eric would not appear here casually based on Eric's performance in the shooting case. .

"Thanks to your dad." Thinking of this, Eric raised his eyebrows, but fortunately, even if he didn't receive a dismissal call, he would never come again.

As a result of rekindling his anger, he suddenly had a lot of things he had to do.

"I want to ask you." Eric pointed to Wesley's chest: "Who put it on for you?"

Wesley had his own plans, and was about to change the topic vaguely, but Eric said almost definitely: "It's your adoptive father, the chief of the police station?"

Wesley's silence was taken as fact by him, and Eric frowned deeply again: "You just let him treat you like this, why don't you run away?" After speaking, he waved to Wesley: "Come here, Wesley, sit down."

Facing Eric, who seemed extremely patient, Wesley couldn't raise his vigilance, walked to the front seat of him and put down his schoolbag.

"I can help you, Wesley, you should have guessed that I am the same kind of person as you."

"I don't need you to help me, Eric." This should be the most sincere thing Wesley said in reality after he came to this world, besides doing tasks: "I can leave here in at most three months. "

"Don't lie to me, trust me, I can know." Eric stared deeply at him.

Wesley was noncommittal in his heart, but his original intention couldn't be more true: "He won't do anything to me."

"Really?" Eric grabbed his hand suddenly, pulled down Wesley's sleeve, pointed to the still obvious bruise and said, "I won't do anything to you?"

The next sentence has become very dangerous, Eric said: "He touched you? Did he do it?"

"...It's not what you think, he just guessed that I used my ability." Wesley tried to withdraw his arm, but in the end it was Eric who let him go. Although he was silent, Eric seemed to have gained momentum Changes, anger was revealed from his expression.

Seeing that the tables around him began to tremble, Wesley hurriedly grabbed him, and hurriedly said, "Will Graham, an agent of the FBI, is also investigating William Brown, my... adoptive father, Will is already helping me gone."

The modern living environment of mutants is not the same as before. If Eric directly threatens the life safety of someone like William Brown, or even kills him, he will be wanted everywhere, and he will enjoy the treatment of serial killers equally. .

Fortunately, Eric glanced at him, no matter what he thought in his heart, he quickly calmed down on the surface, and then said: "I know a friend, we haven't contacted for a few years, but he is very reliable, I am looking for this time You also want to introduce you to his school... mutant school."

"I will think about it, thank you, Eric." Wesley wiped his sweat secretly. Going to the X-Men's territory is not the best choice. After all, Professor Charles is by his side. From his experience, he can't hide anything from him. people.

What made him feel bad was that Eric didn't seem to give up, but instead asked: "Your controller, is it installed in Haven?"

Wesley knew that he was referring to the Baltimore Haven Sanatorium, but to be honest, he felt that William's connections didn't even need such a hidden place, so he said honestly, "I don't know, and I don't remember."

His nimble and slender fingers tapped on the table, Eric finally got up, the chair under him made a friction sound: "I have to do something, Wesley, and I will find you when I come back." The meaning of this sentence sounds unclear , Wesley couldn't help sweating, this big guy isn't going to kidnap himself to that school, is he...

But his ability is completely upgraded by the system, so he is completely useless in his daily life, okay? !