[Comprehensive] sense of existence

-The elevator doors on the 13th floor slowly opened.

Countless muzzles of guns were facing the elevator tightly, as if there was a slight movement inside and they would shoot without hesitation.

The elevator doors are all open.

There was no one inside.

The heavily armed soldiers couldn't help looking at each other, but they didn't dare to relax their vigilance at all. They held their guns in both hands and kept aiming at the elevator. Their bodies were stiff and motionless, fearing from the bottom of their hearts that something unexpected would appear.

[At this time, there should be a rainstorm of pear blossom needles. 】

Alalei, who had come out earlier, looked back at the group of people holding their guns in the air and sighed.

Charles: "What is... the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle?"

Arale scratched her chin.

[Uh...it's a hidden weapon, the principle is similar to that of a shotgun, so it's really not too cool to protrude like this! 】

"..."

The structure in -13 floor is different from -9 floor.

If the -9th floor is like a well-planned urban area, then the -13th floor is like a maze of crossings.Every road is a possibility, paths twist and turn, and there are various forks, and all rooms are likely to contain explorers.Ala Lei stood at the fork in the road, looked left and right, but didn't understand.

With no sense of direction at all, she couldn't help complaining.

[I'm really wondering how you superheroes escaped safely from a strange place at the last moment of the explosion. 】

Seemingly observing the structure of this layer, Charles replied slowly after a while, "Because...intuition?"

Superhero Tom Sue's Intuition Convinced?

Arale was particularly convinced.

She unconsciously raised her hand to grasp the iron plate on her chest that was starting to become slightly hot again, a vague thought suddenly popped up in her mind, and she turned around slowly on the spot.

After a while, Arale suddenly asked a question.

【Then do you believe my intuition? 】

Not understanding what she was doing just now, Charles paused: "...I don't quite believe it."

Arale: "..."

She held her breath, looked for a direction and raised her legs angrily and walked away.

These rooms look similar, and they don't give people a very special feeling at all.Every time Alale came to a fork in the road, she would take a leisurely turn in the same spot.

Later, Charles couldn't help but asked aloud, "Are you... Summoning?"

"No, I'm just trying my luck."

Charles: "...then you should go around twice."

Arale twitched the corners of her mouth, but obediently followed his friendly suggestion, and indeed turned around the fork three times, and then resolutely walked in one of the directions.

Charles: "..."

In fact, Charles knew that the paths Alale chose were all survival paths, which meant that there was no dead end.This is no longer simply a matter of luck, and he wondered why she chose after turning around, but even so, he didn't want to choose to break the agreement between the two.If you have a secret, you will naturally say it when you want to say it.

As the iron piece clenched tightly in her hand became hotter and hotter, Arale believed that she should be very close to something based on a woman's intuition.

This piece of iron is very problematic!Although it didn't bring any danger, but after going through this special situation once, twice or three times, no matter how dull he is, he knows that there must be something strange in it.

Alale lowered her head and silently thought about the origin of this piece of iron. She walked silently through a corridor that didn't look bad. As she walked, her footsteps faltered, she took a few steps back, and turned to face a door. Take a look.

The door is a very ordinary single door, without a single attractive place.

[Let's make a bet. 】

She came up with a random sentence.

Charles was taken aback: "What bet?"

[Just bet on whether there is anything I want to steal in this room. The bet is that you can ask the other party for any condition. 】

Alale touched the iron plate on his chest, feeling at ease, without any shame on his face.

Charles seemed to have thought of something, was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly: "Is this the same condition for the deal you made with the Winter Soldier?"

What conditions?Striptease?

The thought of Charles drooping his eyes and putting his hands on the neckline to slowly unbutton the abstinence system...

As soon as this picture popped up in his mind, Alale had to forcefully press it down, and quickly pinched his nose.

"I didn't tell you to do a striptease!" In desperation, she blurted out the words all at once, and immediately covered her nose and mouth together, looking around nervously.

It was quiet all around, and she was the only one.

Charles: "...Oh."

His tone is unpredictable.

"Then do you want to bet or not?" Alalei waited for a long time, and urged dissatisfiedly, "If I lose, I have to promise you a condition!"

Anyway, for her, as long as she can be alone with Charles, she will not suffer.

Her little abacus was crackling.

It's a pity that I haven't waited for the professor to agree or disagree, and I haven't waited for Arale's cheeky final decision to play a rogue.Along the direction of the elevator, there was a lot of fighting sound.

Arale was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't expect someone else to appear.

Realizing that her safety was not guaranteed, she quickly opened the door and stepped in, regardless of the stakes.

The moment the door was opened, there were two popping gunshots in her ears. Before she could react, her battle robe had already blocked this round of attacks for her, and the two bullets were blocked. Then it fell to the ground and made a crisp sound of metal hitting the ground.

"..." She stayed there for a long time, involuntarily touched the battle robe that had saved her life several times, and muttered to herself, "When I go back... I must treat Stark to a big meal when I go back."

At this time, Charles' thoughts floated back from afar, and when he spoke again, his voice was mixed with a trace of solemnity.

"It's Eric."

"Although he can't be sensed, he holds a young girl in his arms."

Arale: "...a girl?"

Is it true that teacher-student romances with such age gaps... are they all the rage now?

"Are you jealous?"

Charles:?

Arale wiped her face: "I mean it's pretty good."

...At any rate, this girl was hugged by the princess of Magneto, and compared with Magneto's good friend, Ala Lei, who has never even met Mao, is extremely sad.

Feeling that the danger was approaching him again, Arale couldn't think too much, so he could only hurry up and look for things that might be explorers.

After entering through the door, the room is much larger than imagined.The muzzle of the gun that attacked her before was facing the gate. It seemed that an intelligent sensor system had sensed the heat source of Alale. The jersey blocked them one by one.With such a frequency of backstabbing, it is estimated that no expert can resist its attack.

In the room, apart from the muffled sound of shooting, there was also a very faint rattling sound.

Listening to the sound, Alale walked further and further in, and came to a square box covered with black cloth by instinct.

Putting your hand on it, you can't help but hesitate.

"Do you think poisonous gas will suddenly come out when I lift this tablecloth?"

After experiencing such a perverted attack by Hydra, Arale's worries are very reasonable.

Charles said: "Then hold your breath and open it."

Arale: "... makes sense."

After finishing speaking, she took a deep breath, puffed up her cheeks and quickly lifted the black cloth.

The square box under the black cloth is transparent, and the situation inside can be seen clearly.So Alale saw inside the box at a glance, a coin-sized iron piece was rolling around in circles on an ink tray, rattling, and as its rolling speed gradually slowed down, in the later stage, it was even very difficult. He just turned his face over, slowly fell in the direction of Arale, and finally fell completely silent.

Alale murmured absentmindedly: "...how could it be?"

How could it look exactly the same material as the iron sheet on her chest? Could this be the explorer?

The iron sheet on his chest reached the hottest at this moment, and then calmed down as well.

Charles said anxiously: "I feel that he is getting farther and farther away..."

Before Charles finished speaking, Arale's hand stopped above. In the blink of an eye, the transparent box was rapidly attacked by countless afterimages, cracking and cracking, and the fragments fell to the ground.

Arale turned her head in surprise.

At the door stood the Magneto who had just met.Sure enough, Magneto was holding a little girl in his arms.

He walked in leisurely step by step.

When Magneto walked in, the cold gun that had been attacking Alalei immediately changed its target and shot at the intruding humans one after another.It's a pity that the lightning-fast bullet didn't fly in the direction it should go as expected, and was stopped halfway by an invisible force. There was no strength to struggle at all, and it fell straight down.

When he gradually approached, Alare's eyes immediately fell on his arms.Seeing that the girl looked many years younger than herself, and realizing that Eric seemed to be three years older than Charles, this was considered an age difference... Arale's admiration for him spontaneously arose.

After realizing that the standing white cloth was not an ornament, Magneto's indifferent gaze swept across the explorer among the fragments and finally landed on Alale.

Shocked by this gaze, Alale subconsciously raised his hand and waved: "What a coincidence."

"..." She pressed down her hand that was about to move, and laughed dryly, "Um... I mean, are you looking for something too? Hehe... Me too... What are you looking for? Maybe I can Help me. By the way, what am I looking for... I'm getting old, and my memory is not good, why don't you look for it first? I'll go to another place first... Ha ha, ha ha..."

Chatting nonsense, she moved her steps stiffly, far away from Magneto, who might turn his back on him, and moved to the door step by step.

The light is at hand.

Just when she was still rejoicing that Magneto didn't even bother to talk to herself this time.

A figure flashed past the door again.

This man is tall and mighty, all the places where the armor should have been removed and replaced with a full set of bulletproof vests, his waist is full of guns and ammunition made of special materials, and the originally resolute face is covered with cloth from the corners of the eyes to the root of the nose. It was full of hideous scars, and the smile after pulling the corners of his mouth made the scars even more terrifying.

He said with a half-smile: "I came here because of you."

"Take it off?" Arale couldn't help but sized him up again.Everything except the head was tightly wrapped.

Why are you talking so gay, you are so gay, if you have the ability, you really take it all off.

Arale silently cursed.

Magneto squinted his eyes, and slowly spit out a sentence: "Are you... Wishbone?"

The movement of the wishbone is clean and neat, so proficient that no judgment is needed at all, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand is precisely pointed between the eyebrows of Magneto, a stern look flashes in his eyes: "You let all the mutants go... that's fine... …holding you back is worth the destruction of this base."

He paused, a smile appearing on his face.

"Tell me, is it my bullets that are faster, or your iron balls?"

Hydra's killer Wishbone is an expert in firearms and ammunition, as well as cold weapons and fighting skills.Even if he escaped the first round, the second round... no one knows what will happen.

Magneto made a quick calculation in his mind, and immediately analyzed the fighting power between them. His eyes fell on the door, and he said abruptly, "Why don't you do it?"

Although I can't sense her existence now, I can still find the place where the woman with the tablecloth stood last based on my previous impression.

Forkbone didn't return, a gun suddenly appeared in his hand, and he fired a backhand shot in the direction of his gaze.The other hand still pointed calmly at Magneto's forehead without moving at all. His bulging arm seemed to contain infinite power, and there was no possibility of missing shots or being exhausted.

Still hesitating whether to take the opportunity to escape or sneak back to steal the explorer, Alalei did not move. He still stood there and watched the bullet shoot at him, and then was blocked by his battle robe again. The bullet fell after being blocked. It fell to the ground with a crisp crashing sound.

This voice also indicated that Ala Lei's position was exposed.

Arale: "..."

This is the first time to practice the jersey... Some unexpected loopholes are inevitable...

Wishbone obviously didn't expect that there was an existence beside him that he didn't notice at all. After seeing the person clearly from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help shrinking his pupils at such a close distance.Even so, a quick judgment was made, and the two guns pointed in different directions at the same time.

"Accomplice?" He asked suspiciously, "Mutant?"

"No."

"Yes."

"..." Arale's face changed, and he stared angrily at this despicable and shameless guy who dragged people into the water.

[In addition to irrigating me with your chicken soup, can you also feel your good friends!I'm going to be cheated to death by him! 】

After finishing speaking, after a long time without a response from Charles, Arale could only turn her attention back to the scene and try to separate the relationship.

"Listen to me, things are not what you imagined... I am indeed a mutant, but I am not with him!"

Wishbone snorted coldly: "What's the use of that?"

Feeling his unrelenting killing intent from the front, Alale braced himself and explained hastily, "Very useful! Think about it, you each have a 50.00% chance of winning, plus I With a 50.00% variable, your chance of success becomes [-]%!"

The posture of the wishbone remained motionless, but without him realizing it, it seemed that some inexplicable consciousness was slowly seeping into his thinking, slowly affecting his judgment.

His tone was a little slow: "Really?"

"Of course. So I'm not with him, which means I'm on your side!" Arale continued her efforts without any hesitation.

"In this way, you will win!"

As soon as the words fell, the wishbone pointing at Alalei's muzzle slowly shifted, and the two guns were aimed at Magneto at the same time.

"..." Arale didn't expect that it would really affect success, so she opened her mouth in surprise.

Magneto froze for a moment, calmed down from the initial shock, controlled the iron ball to circle around him, and looked at Ala Lei thoughtfully, as if he had noticed another interesting ability of hers. Magneto couldn't help raising the corners of his lips playfully, with deep meaning.

In the confrontation between the two sides, Magneto, who has an extra burden in his hand, is faintly at a disadvantage.

Facing Magneto who hadn't left the girl behind at this moment, Alale seemed to overthrow the persona she once had for him, and firmly believed that this girl must be his true love.

"What are you doing in a daze? Help me quickly!" The voice of Wishbone summoned Arale back to his senses again.

It seemed impossible to stay out of it.Alale wondered if she could throw herself on Wishbone and stun him in this charged shirt.

At this moment, accompanied by the tense atmosphere, Wishbone's head seemed to be controlled by something, and he felt a force stabbing his nerves fiercely, which made him groan, hugging his head in pain, unable to bear it. Kneeling down slowly.

And his hand dropped the gun uncontrollably.

Seeing this situation, Magneto's face slowly stretched out, revealing a smile.

"Charles."

It turned out that Charles couldn't be called because he was secretly busy with important matters.

Arale couldn't help pantothenic acid in her heart.

Sure enough, there is no comparison between students and good friends who are in the same danger.

The painful wishbone slowly calmed down, the sharp momentum disappeared and became softer.As if it was a different person, he slowly raised his head with calm eyes.

"Eric."

The author has something to say:-

Alale: Is this a bet or not?

Charles: Bet on what?

Ala Lei: Let's play with you for a day.

Charles: Why is The Winter Soldier a striptease and I just play all day?don't gamble.

Alale: ...Would you like to dance?

Charles: I prefer the latter step.

Arale: Huh?

Charles: Undress.

The Word system crashed and re-coded [-] words, which is equivalent to writing [-] words... My mind is muddled, and I have to wake up to fix any bugs.

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