[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

Eric began to wonder if his future self was blind, otherwise how could he fall in love with that damned woman?And also the only love of eternal life?Just looking at these words makes people get goosebumps, disgusting and disgusting!The most important thing is that in the future, he and Charles are still rivals in love.That guy who always understands righteousness and is upright has meddled in his feelings!

Regardless of their career, they are also on opposite sides emotionally. Are they really destined enemies?

"Eric! Don't make any more mistakes!" Charles watched his companions around him being chained and hanging in the air one by one, feeling very anxious.

Shut up, you sanctimonious, hypocrite third party who meddles in my feelings!Eric now sees how Charles thinks it is fake.

"Eric, now is really not the time for us to fight among ourselves! We must cooperate to get through this!" Logan waved his claws to cut off the iron chains wrapped around his body, but at this time he was only a bone claw, and he still had some understanding of metal. Powerless.The claws can barely leave some scratches, and it is still too early to cut off.

"Killing Ruiwen is the most time-saving and labor-saving method. It is simple and effective." Eric crumpled the cardboard in his hand, and the expression on his face couldn't be described as good, making it difficult to see what was going on in his mind.

"How can human life compare with these!" Logan roared.

"Eric, Ruiwen trusts you so much, and you let her down like this!" Charles really didn't expect Eric to be so cold-blooded. Ruiwen abandoned her brother for him, but what about him!He actually pointed a gun at her mercilessly!

"Do you think we should make other unnecessary sacrifices in order to protect Ruiwen?" Under the siege of the government, how easy is it to protect a person?Maybe they protected Raven at the expense of other mutant brothers.Sacrifice the few to keep the majority, this is what they should do: "If one day, you find that your existence will endanger other people, will you commit suicide or just live on?"

"If necessary, I will commit suicide." Charles replied decisively: "But we can decide our own life and death, but we must not influence the lives of others!"

Eric finally frowned, his icy blue-green pupils completely matching the blue eyes.

"Actually, I have an idea. I don't know if I should say it or not." The little fox who was hanged the tallest looked at the situation below and whispered.

Charles looked up when he heard the sound, and just opened his mouth to ask.

"What way?" Eric asked first.

"You let me down, and I'll tell you." The little fox grinned.

Eric raised his hand with a sneer, curled his fingers into claws, and manipulated the iron chain to tighten the little fox's neck: "You tell me the conditions?"

"Hmm! Cough cough!" Unexpectedly, he was strangled, and the little fox coughed uncomfortably.

"Eric, take it easy!" Seeing the little fox coughing and flushing, Charles couldn't help turning his head and glaring at Eric.

"None of your business!" Eric stared back fiercely.

"Could you put the matter of jealousy aside and let's see what Fox can do!" Logan looked at the two men who suddenly became childish, a little speechless.

"Who is jealous!" Charles and Eric retorted loudly in unison.

As soon as the words fell, the two men looked at each other, and then turned their heads in disdain.

The little fox who regained her strength found that the atmosphere in the room had inexplicably changed from cold to embarrassing, and she looked at the others.Both Charles and Eric were expressionless, Hank looked stunned with collapsed faith, and Logan looked like an old mother who couldn't live up to her son's hatred of iron and steel.

"Ahem." The little fox broke the silence in the room: "Shall we sit down and have a cup of tea and have a good discussion?"

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In a building full of classical style, at a round table on the second-floor terrace, several handsome men and beauties with their own characteristics sit together.

"There's no more tea, so let's just make do with water." Since it's not meal time, the part-time workers didn't come to work.As a boarder living here all year round, Hank consciously acted as a butler to serve tea and water to several big shots.

The bosses were silent, and Hank pushed his glasses in embarrassment.

"God, Charles, you are so poor!" Seeing that everyone was silent, the little fox wanted to cheer up the atmosphere: "In this way, I won't even be able to support my wife in the future."

Hank and Logan looked at the little fox with strange eyes.

Charles and Eric glanced at the little fox meaningfully.

Casually ridiculing the little fox who didn't think so much at all: the atmosphere seems to be even more wrong...

After pouring water and chatting nonsense, after some embarrassment passed, the few people finally started to talk about business with a serious face.

"Actually, if you want to solve the problem from the root, you don't necessarily have to start from our side." The little fox sat between Hank and Logan, and looked at Charles and Eric opposite.

"You mean to kill Trask?" Eric raised an eyebrow.

"It's useless. After killing Trask, other scientists will inherit the Sentinel project." Charles immediately denied it.

"It's not about killing him, I mean encouraging him to kill others." The little fox blinked and showed a sly smile.

Charles, who was known as a genius since he was a child, understood the meaning of the little fox almost instantly. He stared slightly, and then came up with a lot of plans and details in his mind based on the inspiration given by the little fox.

"Do you think those stupid people can accept mutants?" Eric, who also understood what the little fox wanted to say, had no confidence in this plan.

The minds of non-me races must be different. No matter how well the mutants behave and their identities are different, the barriers between ordinary people and them will never disappear.And, if they did, mutants would be branded protectors.Whenever they can't protect them, one can imagine how they will react.

Humans are greedy but selfish animals.

"I don't think so." The little fox hooked his lips and sneered mockingly: "And we don't need it either."

That's right, as higher-level mutants, why did they go out of their way to get those ordinary people to accept them?In this world, the strong should be respected!Eric looked at the disdainful look of the little fox, and the influence on her in his heart finally changed.There was something redeeming about this woman, but it was far from something he fell in love with, Eric turned his head away.

"We don't need them to accept us, we just need them not to be hostile to us." The little fox leaned back slightly on the chair: "If the public opinion is guided, the next thing will be easier to handle."

"How do you get in touch with Trask when you have a question?" Hank frowned: "He has a lot of status, and there are many people around him who protect him openly and secretly. Especially after the assassination a few days ago, it is even more difficult to get close to him. Difficult."

"Don't worry, I have a solution." The little fox raised his chin confidently.

......

"This is the way you said?" Charles looked at the woman in front of him who was changing her posture to show her beauty with no expression on her face.

"Yes, does it look good?" The little fox opened his hands with crooked eyebrows, twisted his body, and raised his legs.

The artistic crystal chandeliers reflect dazzling light, and the elegantly decorated hall is shone by beautiful lights.

In the sofa area, solid-color stiletto high-heeled shoes walk back and forth on the carpet full of beautiful patterns.The two exposed legs were slender and straight, and the red tight dress could wrap her round buttocks.She raised her snow-white arms to push back her long hair on her forehead, and there was no flaw in her picturesque and delicate face.The corners of the eyes were raised, the red lips were raised, and a seductive and charming smile bloomed on that face.

"Are you planning to seduce?" Hank looked at the little fox's new look with interest: "I didn't expect you to have the same transformation ability as Ruiwen, maybe you can, you are so attractive."

Hearing this, the little fox flicked his long hair triumphantly: "Really? Do you think I can seduce Trask like this?"

can!

That was the first word that came to Charles' and Eric's minds.

The well-dressed oriental girl is even more beautiful and charming, with snow-skinned red lips, black eyes sparkling with crystal water.They believed that no man could resist her charm, especially if she took the initiative to seduce.

"If you want to get close to Trask, you don't have to use this kind of trick." Charles frowned slightly and looked at the little fox who turned around, revealing his big naked back: "We can think of a safer way."

"I think I can try it." Eric supported.Unlike Charles, Eric at this time has no sympathy for the little fox.So what if he fell in love with her in the future?Anyway, he doesn't like it now.Moreover, when history changes, it is unknown whether he will love her or not. Why should he take special care of her for an uncertain future.Now, of course, you can make full use of it.

"Well, I think I can try it too." Logan is very confident in the little fox's ability, even if the seduction fails, she will definitely be able to retreat without any problem.

The little fox who accepted the suggestion smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Charles knew that he was being too emotional this time, and at this moment, sending Fox to approach Trask was the most useful and effective way.And her ability is not low, and she has a high chance of escaping in danger: "Well, you must pay attention to safety."

"Well, I will." The little fox gave Charles a bright smile.

Charles is the best!

In a daze, Charles saw the picture 50 years later.The girl in a beautiful little skirt made a showy turn, then smiled like a little sun and threw herself into her arms.

Charles snapped his eyes shut, rubbing his head down and rubbing his temples.After this matter was resolved, he felt that he had to avoid contact with her as much as possible.The memories that pop up from time to time at this time are too affecting his rational judgment, and being affected by such memories, there is always a feeling of being forcibly instilled by others.Although this memory came from himself, it still made him very resistant.

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In the resplendent and magnificent banquet hall, men in suits and leather shoes and bejeweled ladies exchanged cups and toasted each other.Elegant music flows slowly, and young men and women in bright clothes hug each other and dance lightly.

"You said you were a reporter?" The blond man spun gracefully around the beautiful mixed-race girl in his arms.

"What? It doesn't look like it?" The woman who spoke had facial features full of oriental charm, and the lust between her eyebrows and eyes made people's heart beat faster.She wore a sexy red bodysuit with a bold backless design that attracted many people's attention.

"A little bit." The man nodded with a smile, "I've never seen such a beautiful reporter." Sweet words came out of his mouth.

"Thank you." The little fox showed a happy smile: "I have never seen such a gentle, gentleman and handsome man."

The happy man who was praised even more felt that he should show himself, he looked at a short doctor who was talking to someone not far away: "You just said that you want to interview Dr. Trask, maybe I can introduce you. "

"Really!" The little fox was surprised.

"Of course." The man pretended to be casual: "I still have some friendship with him." He sponsored his research and profited from it, which can be regarded as a cooperative relationship.

"Thank you so much!" The little fox looked at him gratefully: "I'm still worrying about how to complete this interview task!"

"Don't worry, leave it to me." The man accepted the task with a smile.

"You are such a good person." The little fox raised his head and smiled brilliantly.

In a certain manor in the outskirts, several men sat in the rest area of ​​the laboratory and watched the surveillance of a certain hotel banquet hall broadcast live on the big screen.

"This woman has some tricks." Eric looked at the talking and laughing men and women on the screen and sneered.

"That man is too presumptuous, he kept groping Fox's back!" Logan complained that his best friend was wronged but could not resist.

Indeed, that man's manners are terrible.Charles sat on the side of the sofa, his handsome face was expressionless, and his blue eyes stared at the person on the screen with a little displeasure.This person seems to be the son of Bobby's family?

"If there is such a task in the future, it can be assigned to her directly." Eric hooked his lips.

"Absolutely not again." Charles said without thinking.

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In the hotel banquet hall

dance

The blond-haired man who promised to introduce her really kept his promise and took the little fox to find Dr. Cusk. He greeted him with some familiarity, and picked up a cooperation topic to get closer.

The little fox stood quietly beside the man without making a sound, with a faint smile on her face, and a pair of green eyes that deliberately changed colors, and glanced at Trask from time to time.

Such a beautiful girl, Trask actually noticed her from the moment she appeared at the venue, after all, she was very eye-catching both in appearance and figure.

Slightly raised his eyes, just caught the other party's gaze through his eyes.The sly green eyes are shining, they seem to be smiling, but there seems to be nothing, and people can't help but look at it again and again, trying to figure it out.

"Who is this beautiful lady?" Trask couldn't resist asking first.

"Oh, this is Jenny Holling." The blond man introduced: "She is a reporter and wants to interview you very much."

"Dr. Trask, I have known you for a long time." The little fox extended his hand politely.

"Hello." Trask held out his hand and shook it back.

The little fox nodded, maintaining a slight smile on his face, but his fingertips were slightly bent, as if he had inadvertently slid across his palm when he let go of his opponent's hand.

Trask, in his high position and well-informed, certainly knew the hint.He raised his eyes, and the look in the little fox's eyes instantly changed.

It is really easy for a vixen to hook up with a man, especially if the target is an ordinary person, who can be tickled by just using some low-level tricks.

"Miss Holling, why are you outside alone?"

On the balcony outside the banquet hall, the short Dr. Tresk walked over with a tall bodyguard.

Well, the number of bodyguards is much less than expected.The little fox greeted Trask with a smile, and kept drinking the wine in the glass while talking. After a while, the wine bottomed out.

"Huh? No more wine..." The little fox deliberately raised the empty wine glass.

Trask looked at it, then turned to the bodyguard and said, "Go and get a glass of wine."

"But—" the bodyguard still hesitated.

"Go, go and come back quickly." The mutant detector Trask wore on his body didn't respond, which meant that the woman in front of him was an ordinary person and safe.

"Yes." The bodyguard nodded, turned and left the balcony.

"Why did Mr. Cusk not bring a female companion to the banquet but a bodyguard?" The little fox asked pretending to be puzzled.

"I was intimidated by terrorists." Trask never hesitated to speak ill of mutants: "The group of mutants..."

"The mutants want to kill you?" the little fox asked in surprise.

"Yes, they are so cold-blooded and brutal." Trask said affirmatively.

"Sir, is what you said true?" The little fox doubted: "I have been helped by mutants, they are not so bad."

"Of course it's true. They pretend to be good people, but they actually want to covet you for something."

The little fox couldn't accept Trask's expression of resistance: "Sir, look at me."

"Huh?" Trask looked at the little fox in confusion.

"You swear, what you said is true?" The little fox stared straight into Trask's eyes, slowly mobilizing his demon power secretly.

"Of course, I swear I—?!" Trask froze suddenly.

The green eyes that were staring at each other suddenly turned black, the pupils shrunk and elongated, and the ruthless vertical pupils penetrated into his brain through the eyes like sharp arrows.

The red lips were slightly raised, and the little fox looked at Trask's eyes that had become lifeless and smiled triumphantly.

"First of all, change your sentinel plan to an extermination plan..."