[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

If the doors of perception wereed, everything would appear to manasitis...infinite.

If the perception is transparent and pure, people will see the original appearance of all things... Endless 1963, New York, USA, winter

Vespa had a splitting headache.

There was a loud noise in her ears, and the pain in her head almost made her unable to stand still. She subconsciously supported the objects around her, and only raised her head to look around after the pain subsided.

——This is a closed bathroom, and deafening hippie dance music is playing outside the door.

By the way, why is she always the first to enter the bathroom?

Vespa looked into the silver mirror, where the dark-haired girl looked about fifteen years old.

What the hell.

To make matters worse, the villain system NPC Lester is still playing dead. To be honest, Vespa almost forgot his existence.

Just as she was thinking this way, the villain system began to show its sense of presence, and a group of blue neon cursors appeared on the silver mirror——

Mission World: Marvel X-Men, Mission Object: Magneto Eric Lanshere.

Magneto?

The good-natured mutant who founded the Brotherhood of Mutants?

Vespa struggles to recall memories of Magneto, and honestly, she can barely remember any details, only some of the character settings.

Magneto King Eric Lanshere seems to have been born in a German Jewish family. He has experienced the cruelty of World War II and the crazy attack of humans on mutants, which led him to hate humans extremely, and repeatedly fought against the X-Men and Avengers who stopped him. Wait for the superhero team to be the enemy.

He is a survivor of the Holocaust and believes that mutants should do everything possible to defend their rights, even if it means world domination.

Magneto is trying to dominate mankind, he believes that human beings are obsolete and not qualified to rule the world.

But he is a villain who is both good and evil. Everything Magneto does is essentially to defend the rights of mutants. He has always been an ally of the X-Men, and sometimes even a member.

Vespa felt that her mood was a bit complicated. The complex and contradictory personality of Magneto, as well as his elusive sense of mystery, all showed her that this task would not be easy.

Well, the thing that makes her hesitate the most is that Magneto is indeed flesh and blood, full of evil spirits, high popularity and strong abilities, but Vespa doesn't know what this fourth-level mutant looked like when he was young.

She recalled the face dog attribute of the villain system, and felt that she should not worry too much about it.

After thinking about these things, Vespa noticed her increasingly lethargic brain—she seemed to be drunk.

What the hell is this bar that sells alcohol to 15 year olds.

Vespa splashed cold water on his face, trying to stay awake.

After she opened the bathroom door, she finally understood why her underage body could drink a lot of alcoholic beverages.

There's a hippie rave going on here.

A grotesque bar with flickering lights and deafening music.

Vespa looked at the iron calendar hanging on the bar - 1963.

The United States in the 60s was an era that emphasized the liberation of individuality. In a sense, the modern American society in the 21st century is even more conservative than this era.

The most representative trend of individual liberation in the 60s is the hippie movement.

The memory of Vespa's body finally appeared in her mind at this time - she was born in a wealthy Jewish family in New York, USA, and her parents died in an accident a year ago.

This time, Vespa did not experience the previous experience of being dispossessed.

Her parents who died young left her a large amount of life insurance and a trust fund. The terms of the trust fund during her lifetime were clear. Before her, she could receive a large amount of money each year that was enough to maintain a wealthy life. When she became an adult, she could inherit the entire estate.

Although he has the wealth to maintain his original life, the shadow of the pain of the death of his parents has always made it difficult for this young man to escape.

In this era, the hippie movement was popular among the children of the middle class in New York. They advocated benevolence, opposed violence, advocated pacifism, and firmly opposed the Vietnam War.

Vespa seems to be one of them too. She dyed her blonde hair black and confronted social reality with the young people in fancy clothes.

Various images flashed in Vespa’s mind—Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech, the U.S.-Soviet struggle for hegemony, the Vietnam War, the Cuban Missile Crisis…

The 60s was such a complex, profound, serious, and perplexing era.

The rave party at this moment is to celebrate the successful march against racism by hippies a few hours ago.

Vespa didn't plan to stay in this bar any longer. At the party just now, four grown men had been encouraging her to drink, obviously plotting something wrong.

She rubbed her forehead, trying to ease the drowsy headache.

Vespa pushed open the door of the bar, and she felt that she seemed to be a little unsteady when walking. What's worse, there was no taxi outside the door.

And this bar is located in a remote place, away from the wide main road, and needs to walk through a dark and narrow alley to lead to the brightly lit main street.

No wonder they dare to sell alcoholic beverages to minors. This place is so remote that the police don't even bother to come and inspect it.

Looking at the narrow and dark alley, Vespa hesitated for a few seconds, but finally decided to walk to the main street alone, hailed a taxi and returned to the Upper East Side.

There was no way, it was because the hippies she was familiar with in the bar were already drunk, and they were probably about to start messing around, and maybe they had brought the object of love at first sight tonight and occupied an empty room. Toilet.

Vespa has never been interested in these things, so these hippies have long been used to her leaving alone. After all, this girl is just looking for a group to pass the time, so as to temporarily forget the pain of her parents' death.

It was very cold in New York in November. In addition, it had just snowed a few days ago and the wind was blowing in the alley. Vespa wrapped his coat tightly around his body and subconsciously searched for his pockets, but there were no cigarettes in it.

Well, it seems that although she has added alcoholism, at least she is not contaminated with tobacco.

Vespa is more than satisfied with this.

At this time, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.

Vespa lowered his head and breathed lightly. In the dark alley, through the faint street lights, there were three figures printed on the wall. The lights stretched the shadows very long, almost covering her.

Vespa stepped up, but the exit of the main street was still a long way away.

"Honey, it's too early to go home, how about having some fun with us?"

A man's voice came from behind her, and Vespa recognized that it was an adult man in a bar who wanted to get her drunk with malicious intent.

She was only 15 years old at this time, and she was in a state of drunkenness again. The three adult men had already chased up, stopped in front of her, and blocked the way in front of her.

Vespa regretted very much at this time, why didn't he learn some fighting skills with those ex-boyfriends with extremely high force values.

She took a step back to distance herself from those people.

Vespa remained expressionless, "I'm not yet 16 years old, I think you don't want to violate the Constitution and be imprisoned in the highest prison in New York."

Her words did stop the approaching steps of several men, but only a second later, they stepped forward again, "Honey, no one will notice, this is not the first time that people in New York State freeze to death because of snow."

Vespa was helpless about his unlucky attributes. It turned out that these three men not only wanted to rob sex, but even planned to kill them.

Her heart was pounding, and she felt some kind of dark power seem to gather in her whole body.

She was gradually out of breath, avoiding the arm stretched out by the blond man. At the same time, her expression became deeper and deeper, and an uncontrollable anger rose in her heart.

The blond man rushed forward angrily, and there was disgusting malice in the voices of the other two men, "Don't kill him at the beginning, at least wait until Joseph comes out of the bar, after all, he paid for the drink today, he I don't like birds that don't sing."

Vespa felt monstrous rage coursing through her veins, as if with all-consuming power.

In the next second, the expressions of the three men became stiff and strange, and their bodies fell straight to the ground, making a dull sound.

Blood was overflowing from the corners of their mouths, and their bodies were turning purple with scars all over their bodies. They died tragically.

Vespa leaned against the wall in disbelief, feeling his body trembling slightly.

—Is she killing these people?

These guys deserved to die. If it wasn't for her tonight, other girls would probably be killed, so she wouldn't blame herself too much.

But to Vespa's astonishment, how did she do it?

She didn't feel any illusion or magic in her body, she seemed to have taken the lives of these people out of thin air.

Just then, Vespa heard footsteps approaching her.

It was coming from the direction of the bar.

Vespa turned his head and looked over, and recognized that this was the accomplice of the three men, probably the Joseph they were talking about.

He weighed over two hundred pounds and was like a hill.

Vespa didn't know how she took the lives of those three people just now, but she hoped that she could perform it again now, otherwise the unlucky person might become her.

But tonight, God seemed to be on her side—

In the distance of the dark alley, a sharp dagger pierced the air, and then pierced Joseph's throat.

Vespa held back his exclamation and looked deep into the alley.

In the too quiet alleyway, there was the sound of calm and gentle footsteps.

His figure gradually emerged from the darkness, slender and strong.

If the scene at this time was not too bloody and weird, Vespa could not help but praise his beautiful waistline.

Then Vespa saw his face clearly.

He has a handsome face, looks cruel and ascetic, mixed with arrogance, but at the same time, full of charisma.

He was looking down at Vespa at this time, like a predator picking its prey, with inquiry and surprise in his eyes, but it was deeply hidden.

His voice was charming with a slight Western European accent, "You are special."

Vespa slightly raised her head to meet his gaze, she couldn't guess the man's intention at all, he looked both good and evil, with a dangerous aura around him.

His eyes didn't seem to leave Vespa for a second, and then he took a step closer to her, "You are so young, and there are still very wonderful possibilities."

"Who are you?" Vespa looked at him curiously, and there was a kind of intoxicating charm on his glamorous little face.

There was a strange mystery about him, "Eric Lanshere."

Vespa tried his best to hide all the surprises, oh my god, it turned out to be the young Magneto.

Also - Magneto's waistline is so charming.

It's really worthy of Yangou system.

Vespa bit his lower lip, "Did I kill those three men?"

"They deserve what they deserve." Eric's voice did not fluctuate.

He thought of the telepathy that the White Queen had sent to him a few minutes ago. She was keenly aware that there was an extremely talented mutant hidden in this remote bar.

White Queen Emma's psychic ability is not inferior to that of Professor X, but she can't read the thoughts and memories of this little mutant even under the induction with all her strength. She seems to have a magical shielding ability.

But what satisfied Eric even more was the ability to manipulate life and death that she showed just now.

Not long ago, Eric founded the Brotherhood of Mutants, and he was recruiting troops to expand his strength. At this time, this little mutant surprised him very much.

Eric met her eyes. "You need to be taught."

Vespa also looked directly at him, "Are you the mentor?"

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, but there was an orderly tone in his voice, "Follow me."

With that said, he turned around and walked forward.

Vespa grabbed his sleeve and said in a pitiful voice, "Sir, I'm drunk and my legs are weak."

Eric looked at her blankly for a while, and when Vespa wondered if he would stab him, he suddenly stepped forward and hugged her horizontally.

His embrace is not soft, but the muscles are hard, but it feels unexpectedly safe.

Eric Lanshere's voice came from above, "The first thing you're taught is to quit drinking immediately."