[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

"Why..." Peter was empty, and when he turned around, he didn't expect to see the scene that made him angry. The rough face made up as a clown emerged from the back of Wesley's neck, and his eyes were fixed on Wesley's side. Face.

"You!" Peter immediately raised his hand to Wesley.

"Don't worry," a voice with a Russian accent suddenly sounded from behind Peter: "Your opponent is me."

"Be careful!" Charles controlled the demons that were still pouring in around him, and when the popular demons appeared, he urgently reminded Peter.

But Azazzo's voice was too close to Peter, and Peter instinctively bent down quickly to avoid the weapon with the cold light passing over his head.

The red devil disappeared and reappeared in place. Peter's skill was not much faster than him, and the two quickly scuffled together.

Wesley actually regretted it as soon as he entered the clown's mind, because the clown visibly trembled and let out a loud sigh, as if he couldn't ask for more.

"Cole... Cole!" The clown's arms tightened even more, like iron hoops, trying to fit Wesley and his body tightly.The clown's face slowly rubbed against Wesley's shoulder: "Finally..."

Weiss wanted to quickly control the clown, but it didn't take long for him to realize that his consciousness was a little drowsy and became weak again.

"……what have you done?"

"Huh?" Hearing the gradually weakening voice in his head, the clown raised his head from Wesley's back and grinned: "I did...Look, look—" He raised a hand and pulled it away He grabbed Wesley's shoulders by his collar and turned him around. Wesley opened his eyes helplessly, but as far as he could see, the clown's neck had bulging veins and abnormally protruding blood vessels.

What shocked Wesley in particular was that strands of green light were emitting from under the walls of the blood vessels.

Immediately let the system scan the clown's body, and when the result appeared in front of his eyes, Wesley murmured: "You are crazy..."

The clown stared straight at Wesley's lips, as if he wanted to suck every word that popped out of it into his own mouth, and he imitated silently. Finally, the clown woke up, and he showed an exaggerated smile. He took another two puffs, and said in a trance: "I smell the smell of Kryptonians...do you know—"

The clown whispered, as if revealing some secret, and said almost breathlessly: "Your body is your weakness, Cole, think about it, if you don't have it..."

There were a few bangs, and the demon-like roars of pain joined together. Behind Wesley, a deep, suppressed voice sounded:

"clown!"

Clark!

Wesley froze and tried to turn his head, but the clown stretched out his arms and stuck himself firmly in front of him.

At such a close distance, Wesley felt as if he was being stabbed by needles all over his body. The kryptonite powder flowing in the opponent's blood vessel once again suppressed the Kryptonian gene in his blood, and Wesley suddenly had difficulty breathing.

Clark and Wesley's consciousness connection matching is getting higher and higher, and Wesley's pain can be clearly felt.

God knows how tormented Clark was in the past few minutes.

His teeth were clenched together for an instant, and he didn't say anything else, his body suspended in the air swooped down.

Clark stretched out his hand towards the clown, and when he was less than half a step away from the clown's neck, the clown grinned, showing an extremely expectant smile, and dragged Wesley back a step, where he was standing, a The black crack opened suddenly, and two figures appeared out of thin air, one tall and one slender.

The tall shadow showed a cruel smile, and was wearing heavy armor, while the slender figure showed serious eyes, and the robe on his body was meticulous.

Clark's arm was caught by the tall one in an instant, and the other party forced him to change his direction. Clark's face remained unchanged, and another iron-like fist hit the gray face hard.

Steppenwolf switched hands to catch the punch, and had to let go of Clark, but while the two changed positions, the clown had already hid in a corner.

"Hey, Superman—" the clown elongated his tone, and took out a long and thin metal tube from behind with one hand, he shook the tube up and down, and threw it out.

The metal pipe jingled and landed on the ground, bounced a few times, and only heard a chirping sound, and a large amount of crystal powder sprayed out from it.

Clark had already seen all kinds of "toys" of the clown, and he backed away quickly at this time, but the green powder was still floating in the air. As long as he got close, he could feel his strength being suppressed.

"Kryptonian..." Ebony Maw, who finally appeared, squinted his eyes, looking at Clark, as if he was examining a loot that was bound to be won.

He raised his finger, and all the gravel around him trembled and floated up.

"It was you just now." Suddenly, Ebony Maw's movements froze, and he heard a voice coming from his mind.

Charles came into his consciousness.

Ebony Throat's complexion instantly became very ugly, but after that, those gravels were still floating higher and higher.

"Don't even think about it," Charles squeezed the words through his jaw with more control.

The stones controlled by Ebony Throat all fell to the ground.

Before the amplifier got out of control, Charles was caught off guard because his strength was severely injured, but now there is no amplifier, so close, the most powerful telepath on the planet, to deal with Ebony Maw, no matter how many tricks the latter has, it will take a while. I can't get rid of it.

Clark didn't want to leave this floor, but the fight between him and Steppenwolf was too loud, and the building might be damaged if he didn't pay attention. Clark kicked Steppenwolf in the chest and kicked the latter out of the area that was destroyed not long ago. In the bombed pit.

And after the Steppenwolf appeared, all the monsters seemed to be inspired and became more crazy.In order to protect those students, Pietro stayed away from the space crack, and his movements became more and more restricted.

Two red shadows had already cast out of the building. Asazo had lived for countless years, and he was very skilled in using his abilities. Peter relied on his super intuition, agility and tenacity to barely fight against Asazo.

The battle was stalemate for a while, Wesley kept trying to use his abilities, sweat dripped from his temples, but all abilities were severely restricted.

Could it be that, as the clown said, this body is his greatest weakness?

Wesley thought in a daze.

The rubble in the classroom was mixed with iron pieces and steel bars floated up again, and their sharp corners turned in the same direction one after another.

"Charles!" Wesley shouted hoarsely.

"Tut tsk tsk..." The clown leaned against him tightly, like a human-shaped cage. The superhuman strength made it difficult for Wesley to move: "Worry about yourself, my Cole... I should call you now —my Wesley?"

The clown's voice became more and more excited. Wesley watched those sharp floating objects swaying, and his heart almost stopped beating, especially when they released some kind of restraint and shot towards Charles. Wesley clenched his teeth tightly and slammed I closed my eyes.

Heal... heal, heal, heal!

Although only 10 points are consumed at a time, in the case of time division, the points drop rapidly like flowing water.

Fortunately, a strong psychic sensation surged towards the Ebony Maw crazily, and Wesley's eyes burst out with hot golden light.

Ebony Maw's face changed suddenly, and he quickly raised his other hand as if he wanted to do something, but because of Wesley's sudden attack, he stopped again.

But Wesley didn't expect that the suspended sharp object didn't stop moving forward, only heard a few muffled popping sounds, and when everything subsided, Ebony Maw slowly looked down at his body in disbelief.

His slender body was pierced with large pieces of metal fragments with gravel, and some longer steel bars directly penetrated his sternum.

Wesley gasped heavily, and the light in his eyes gradually weakened.

Charles looked at the crumbling ebony throat in front of him in shock, and the murder weapons pierced deep into the wall not far away, but soon, he realized something, and turned his head to look outside.

A figure wearing a metal helmet and armor rose into the air. When Charles saw him, Eric raised his eyebrows slowly: "What are you waiting for?"

Eric flew towards them, raised his fingers at will, the metal on the ground, the wall, and even the pen turned into a sharp weapon, piercing through the bodies and brains of the surrounding demons one after another, cutting them into pieces to be useless wings.

There were sharp screams all of a sudden.

There were only a few broken daggers that flew from nowhere—like the equipment on the mercenaries just now, and they never left Eric's left and right.

Eric cleared a path for himself, and immediately released Pietro, who was in a state of distress. Pietro stopped and stood there panting, staring blankly at Magneto walking past his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Charles." Eric greeted again without sincerity.

"..." Seeing Eric again after a few years, Charles felt almost the same as the last time he saw him: "What did you say?"

"I said," Eric's eyes fell on Wesley in the corner, he pursed his thin lips, and his expression, which was relaxed after greeting Charles, became gloomy again, and slowly spit out a few words: "You are waiting What?"

The dagger turned into a few streaks of white cold light, and it nailed the ebony throat mercilessly.

The Ebony Maw on the ground tried its best to avoid the dagger shot at his head, but it didn't work. With a short scream, he closed his eyes.

Eric turned and strode towards Wesley.

"Send those students out of here," Charles came back to his senses, and solemnly instructed Pietro.

The latter nodded, and didn't blink until Charles urged him. He looked away from Magneto, and disappeared in place in an instant. A hole was inexplicably opened in the corner protected by layers of spider webs.

"Stop, Magneto."

A red-skinned mutant appeared in front of Eric, and the other party looked at Magneto coldly. In the distance outside the floor, Peter fell down in the ruins and hadn't been able to stand up again.

"I thought you just betrayed the Brotherhood," Eric stood still as he wished: "I didn't expect you to betray all mutants, Asazo."

Azazuo sneered: "I just made a wise choice—" His words stopped abruptly.

"It's obviously not sensible enough," said a deep and hoarse voice from behind Asazur.

Under Eric's gaze, three golden tips slowly protruded from Azazuo's chest.

With another snort, Asazuo fell to his knees clutching his chest.

"Oh, it looks like your blood is the same color as everyone else's..." The tall and strong man revealed his figure, pulled out his trident, and shook off the blood on it.

Eric frowned, even though Asazo was a traitor, he had his own arrangements for Asazo, and he didn't want to kill the mutant so quickly, so he didn't have any affection for the man who suddenly appeared in front of him: "Who are you?" ?”

"Me?" Arthur Curry pointed to himself, raised his broken eyebrows, glanced up and down at Eric, then retracted his chin, and said in a low voice: "I am..."

"Arthur! What are you doing?"

Another voice sounded abruptly, and a man in a long robe quickly walked out of the air behind Arthur, took a panoramic view of the mess around him, took a breath, and murmured: "He can't wait... Arthur ?” Stephen Strange saw Arthur on the side, and asked incredulously, “Why are you still here?”

"What do you mean I'm still here?" Arthur said dissatisfiedly: "You didn't ask me to come out, just give him a hit when I saw the enemy..."

"What?" Stephen didn't know why at first, but soon, he noticed the red devil lying on the ground, his brows were tightly frowned: "So you gave him a shot? God! I shouldn't let you come out first, What if innocent people are hurt?"

"Oh! So he looks like an innocent guy?!"

"It's not the one I told you anyway!" Stephen pointed to the fully open floor and said, "See clearly, your enemy is outside! Does it look familiar?"

"That's..." Arthur looked at the Steppenwolf who was fighting with Superman from a distance, squinted his eyes, and raised his footsteps: "Very good."

Stephen drew the magic circle, shook his head and said to himself: "Jesus Christ..."

Seeing those big black mouths split here, his expression became serious, and complex magic circles emerged from his hands. Finally, the cracks in time and space around him gradually gathered together.

The roar from afar in the air disappeared, leaving only the lingering demons on the ground.

All the students were transferred to a safe place by Pietro. They should be the last hostages. Seeing this scene, Wesley finally heaved a sigh of relief and instantly felt a lot older.

Ding--

"Congratulations to the host for completing the rescue mission. There were no innocent casualties in this mission. Now reward 2000 points; unlock the ability of mutants-level five telepathy; add a free address book quota; and unlock Wesley Field's genetic abnormality Can: the ability to fly."

Usually, there is no feeling when the ability is activated, but this time, because the kryptonite is by his side, the genetic ability is unlocked again, and Wesley instantly notices that the toxin in the blood has doubled.

Wesley couldn't help snorting, and his face became even uglier.

"Do not……"

Wesley heard the clown whisper in his ear: "This is too simple..."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Wesley said with difficulty, "They are all dead..."

"I don't care about them," the clown tightened his arms again, and whispered: "You'll know, Wesley Field—you'll know..."

Stephen turned his head inadvertently. Suddenly, he seemed to see some terrible picture, opened his eyes wide, and raised his hand to stop him: "No!"