[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

Early in the morning, Charles took a large stack of materials about the "brain" sent by the supervisor to Serra's room and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Her peaceful voice came from inside.

Charles opened the door, lowered his head and flipped through the contents of the information, and said with a smile, "Do you know Hank McCoy? ——a very smart and interesting mutant in the institute, I think Raven likes him very much... ...oh yeah, he helped invent a connector called the 'brain', I thought maybe my abilities would be good enough to use it - oh sorry!"

Charles didn't get an answer, and as soon as he raised his head, he was startled by the picture in front of him, and looked at her in a daze.

As Charles' assistant, Selah Milt certainly enjoyed very good treatment here.She lives next door to Charles in a room with a big balcony and French windows.It just so happens that the weather today is also very good, the sun is shining in the morning, and the window screens are flying gently.The English girl laid a thick cushion on the floor, and when Charles came in, she was doing exercises similar to soothing her body.

She is wearing tight and soft clothes that McCoy can fiddle with at first glance, covering every inch of her body. The smooth and flexible curves slowly undulate with the movement, and the raised neck reveals a kind of beauty that is extremely beautiful. Fragile arcs to break.Her long brown curly hair stood up high, and her fingertips drew obsessive lines on her body, as if she was dancing with a certain rhythm, bringing the whole world into a broken timeline. The warm sunshine and green grass behind me are so peaceful and calm that people can't take their eyes off them.

Charles didn't speak any more. He leaned against the door frame and watched her quietly, with a smile slowly rising from the corner of his mouth.

Sera didn't ask him why he came, she just slowly completed a set of movements under the gentle eyes of the other party, then slowly got up, calmed down, raised her head, and looked at him.

Charles came back to his senses, blinked, and asked curiously, "What is this... Could it be yoga?"

Yoga was popular in the United States for a period of time in the early [-]th century. Later, because of the rise of hippies, rock music and drugs prevailed together. The "Beatles" band followed their spiritual mentors to India to learn meditation. Their actions have been linked to the yoga culture that flowed into the United States from India, so that the reputation of this originally healthy exercise has been greatly vilified.At least Charles hasn't seen anyone doing yoga in the morning for a long time.

When did she learn this?

But curiosity is curiosity, and Charles doesn't really want to ask her: his little assistant has given him too many surprises so far. After learning about her rich life experience of ups and downs in just 20 years, he subconsciously The other party has already been given a fixed label of "maybe she knows a little bit of everything".

——Of course he wouldn't know that the person standing in front of him didn't only live for 20 years, but the fact was that it was more than ten times longer than he expected.

Sera nodded, without saying anything, and shifted his gaze to the document in his hand, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, yes, this." Charles raised the stack of papers, then looked down and read, "That lovely scientist, Hank, has a very interesting invention, which is said to match my ability to find other papers. The mutants... want to go and see it together?"

Serra didn't answer him immediately, Charles raised his head in confusion, and was shocked by the scene in front of him again——

"Oh God!—" He turned around immediately, the tips of his ears and neck were almost bleeding red, and his head was about to smoke, and he shouted almost complaining, "What are you doing! Serra! You can't do that in front of other people!—"

Turning her back to him, the British girl who took off her tights with no scruples still had a calm expression. She quickly changed into more comfortable plain clothes when there was only one person in the room. Beside the person, smiled slightly, "Don't you want to see inventions? Let's go, professor."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Charles still didn't raise his head, but subconsciously followed, like a warning or earnest persuasion, "You are a lady, Sela... don't do this again in the future, understand Shouldn't a lady change her clothes in front of a man—" He paused, and the white, smooth and graceful naked back appeared in his mind again, his cheeks were flushed, and he continued, holding back his shame, " ...Promise me—or I'll send you to a so-called etiquette course—"

His threats are really weak.Sela raised her eyebrows, looked at the young man's blushing face with a half-smile, and replied without sincerity, "Oh."

Charles endured it, and finally couldn't help looking sideways at her, coughing, "Okay, let's not talk about this... I heard from Hank that you found someone to train yourself in hand-to-hand combat? Why? Is this really necessary?"

Sera stared ahead, and it was difficult for him to see her true emotions from her always too plain expression.

"Because it's my weakness," she said, "and I don't like it to be too obvious."

Charles immediately understood that she was referring to the matter of being subdued by Eric a few days ago, and his eyes became softer, "But it will be very hard, Sierra...you are still young, so you don't have to make yourself so hard."

She gave a faint smile, "Really? Is it really not necessary?—You know the answer, Charles. For a mutant like me, it's more than necessary."

The young professor paused, he was silent for a while, chose to change the heavy topic, and joked, "Ah... If you have learned this... tell me, do you have any other weaknesses? "

Sierra paused.

"Maybe there was," she said.

Charles raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Ever? What about now?"

Sierra smiled lightly.

"He's gone."

……

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They came to Hank's laboratory and saw the advanced machine called "brain".

"The electrodes will connect Charles to the transmitter on the roof," explained young and shy scientist Hank McCoy, "and if a mutant is found, his brain will send a signal through my device, and their The bearing coordinates will be printed on the paper—”

"You invented this?" Ruiwen asked deliberately, staring at the tall and thin scientist with a well-known gaze.

"Yes." Hank smiled, not daring to look back at the other party's overly direct gaze, and the tips of his ears were slightly red.

Charles turned his head and glanced at Sera helplessly, and whispered to her, "She likes him, doesn't she?"

Sierra smiled and lip-synced back to him, "Obviously."

Eric next to him sneered inexplicably, "Wouldn't it be better to put the extra energy on more useful things?"

He didn't specify who it was, but judging from Charles' expression, it probably wasn't aimed at Raven and Hank.

It seems that this guy really doesn't like her.Serra gave him an innocent, vulnerable smile, moving her lips.

"Want to try the life of an ordinary person, Max?" She deliberately pronounced his real name.

Eric's eyes sharpened, and Charles immediately cleared his throat presciently, interrupted the confrontation between them, and said, "Can I go up and try it now? - Sierra, stand beside me ’.” The farther away the two of you are, the better.

As an assistant, she is undoubtedly very competent. Under Eric's blank gaze, she slowly walked to Charles, helped him put the more ridiculous robot hat on his head, and asked, "Do you want to try to shave your head?" Try it, maybe it will work better?"

"Don't touch my hair." The professor glared at her.

Eric said with a half-smile, "You look like an innocent guinea pig, Charles—I've been a guinea pig, and I know what that looks like."

"Remove the innocent, thanks, Eric," Charles said.

Hank ordered a few words, adjusted the settings, and turned on the machine.

Everyone straightened up involuntarily, staring at him solemnly.

All the lights in the laboratory were dimmed, only the sound of the machine spinning rapidly.Sierra also squinted her eyes involuntarily, looking at Charles' expression—if this machine is really useful...

"Ah——" Charles couldn't help shouting, he seemed uncomfortable, his hands clenched the railing next to him, his eyes blinked rapidly, and there was a faint glint of water.

Eric stared at the machine, jaw clenched.He was more concerned about this mutant who shared his memories together, not to mention if he could really discover more of his kind through it... It would undoubtedly be a good thing for him.

Charles' eyes gradually lost focus, and he seemed to see farther beyond here-this only shows one thing, the machine does work.

The coordinates are constantly being written on paper, and judging from this frequency and quantity, there are much more of their kind than they imagined.

"It worked!" Hank exclaimed excitedly. "We made it! We found them!"

Everyone couldn't help smiling.

……

Such a large workload is obviously very brain-consuming, and a mutant as powerful as Charles also feels tired afterwards.He went back to the room to rest for a while, then watched Serra walk in with a few pieces of paper, and said to him, "This is the data I sorted out, all in the United States, sorted in order of distance, you can Find them according to the route I drew... As for the overseas ones, I have to contact Hank's superiors first, and let them negotiate with that group of people before finding a way - after all, it is not easy to take people from other countries away at this time A simple thing..."

Charles patiently listened to her, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, his eyes were full of appreciation, and smiled, "It seems that you have done a lot of work, Sierra."

She bent down and put the materials on the table next to Charles, seeing that the young professor seemed very happy, she also smiled and said, "Indeed, you should give me a raise, Charles, I have not only served as your assistant, Ruiwen's BFF also acted as Eric's number one rival, Hank's tree hole, agency intermediary, and the mutant encyclopedia in charge..."

The young professor smiled until his blue eyes sparkled, "Ha, if that's the case, Sierra, I can't afford to hire you, you'll be worth more than the White House presidential adviser—"

Sierra narrowed her eyes, staring at those eyes that seemed to hide stars when she smiled, the arcs were bent into lovely crescents, the water was sparkling, clear, pure, bright, touching the bottom of my heart.

She looked at him silently, and when he bit his rosy lips uncomfortably and avoided her too direct and deep gaze, she suddenly smiled, not the usual kind who seemed to be indifferent to everything , a mask-like smile, but a real one, with the corners of his eyes bent, and a deep smile in his pupils.

"No, Charles," she said, "you can pay me another way."

The young professor couldn't help but blinked, raised his eyes, and stared at her with eyes that looked like Bombay sapphires, and asked curiously, "What way?"

Sera raised the corners of his lips, and when he was caught off guard, he suddenly bent down, and his lips touched the softness that was always rosy for a second, then straightened up, staring down at the professor with a frozen expression, slightly smile.

"Like... this way."

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