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"what happened?"

Clark lifted Sean up and brushed the dust off his back.

Sean touched the place just touched by Clark with his backhand. He couldn't help but froze. He turned his head and groped up and down. The clothes on his back were intact, and the place that was injured by the flames before did not feel the burning pain.

As if everything that happened before was just his own imagination, he drifted between half-dream and half-awake, and suddenly woke up again, a big dream, nothing happened.

"Why... am I here?" Sean's brain hurts, and his temples bulge as if something is about to break through.

Clark pursed his lips, "I don't know either. After you left, Scott and I stayed in the room. Because we don't have a pass, we can't come in and out freely."

Sean thanked Clark in a low voice, and took the teacup he handed to him. The hot tea in it dispelled Sean's fatigue at once.

"We were trapped in...well, a month ago..." Clark glanced at Sean cautiously, seeing that Sean didn't respond, he quickly said, "We can't go out, so we can only stay in the room." Check in to see if you can find any method. I found that there are monitors all over the room."

"So after going back to the correct point in time, in the same place, these monitors were found, and it was found that the real number was far more than what was found at that time."

Sean nodded, "...they have stepped up monitoring."

Sean followed Clark's line of sight, and sure enough, on the table and coffee table were dismantled monitors that were only the size of a thumb. The wires at the back were directly torn off, exposing the wires on the back of the wires.

Seeing this, Sean frowned.

"But you're not hurt, are you?"

Clark was a little worried about Sean. Sean had been in a trance state, which made him feel that something must have happened after Sean was taken away by Brandy.

Especially the previous wave of shock.

Even Clark and Scott, who were locked in the room, felt an obvious shaking from the ground, a strong shock came from the top of their heads, and the lights hanging from the ceiling fell to the ground. Fortunately, Clark was in time. Pulling Scott to avoid it, all the light tubes that fell directly on Scott's heels exploded and shattered into crystal fragments all over the ground.

There was an explosion somewhere in the base. Worried about Sean's situation, Clark decided to force his way out of the house. Just when he decided to use his heat vision to melt the iron gate in front of him.

I just felt dizzy, and the moment I opened my eyes again, Clark was already sitting safely on the sofa.

The computer on the table is still on the suspended monitoring screen, the fan is whining, the broken crystal lamp is still hanging above the head intact, and the feet wearing slippers can feel the soft carpet under their feet. It shows that they have returned safely.

Clark knew that Sean was safe and sound.

He let the time go by, sitting on the sofa calmly, thinking about something, then stood up immediately, and removed all the monitors he had found before.

After finishing everything, he returned to the living room. Clark poured himself a cup of tea and sat upright. Immediately afterwards, Sean, lying unconscious, appeared in front of Clark out of thin air.

"It's Lex," Sean murmured.

Clark's ears perked up, clearly picking up what Sean said.

"This... how to say?"

"He lied to us, he must know everything." Sean said in an extremely slow tone, as if he still didn't understand why Lex did this, and would it do him any good?

"Father is dead."

Sean's depressed tone made Clark ask worriedly, "Are you sure the news is true?"

"Of course." Sean put the teacup on the tea table with a bang, making a violent collision sound, with sparks shining in his eyes, pointing to his own eyes, "I saw it with my own eyes, how can it be fake."

"Don't worry, just speak slowly." Clark comforted Sean who was a little emotional.

Sean panted to calm his mind, he sorted out his words, and recalled:

"We went to the cultivation room in the base together. Do you remember the place we strayed into last night? That's part of the cultivation room."

Clark's dark pupils deepened. How could he forget that the woman who asked them for help was always in his mind, and the lips that opened and closed were reflected in the depths of his memory.

"Besides there, there are other areas in the cultivation room, where all the experimental subjects are all volunteers who voluntarily entered the Lex Group to accept the experiment, but they were all deceived. The rhetoric depicts their dreams, but gives After giving hope, they send despair to them."

Sean's face was ugly, "After everyone has accepted the normal experiment, successfully transformed their bodies, and obtained a healthy body, they will replace it with repaying the effort that the Lex Group has put on them."

"They were forbidden to leave and continue to conduct drug experiments. Multiple drug tests were superimposed, and the side effects of the drugs were soon reflected in them. They began to lose their minds, and even killed people..."

When Xiao En thought that just a moment ago, he was chased and killed by one of the experimental subjects, and his back started to burn inexplicably.

"Like a mutant."

Scott, who didn't know when he appeared, suddenly interjected.

Sean looked back at Scott.

Scott looked like he had just been pulled out of the water, covered in water from head to toe, dripping from the hem of his windbreaker.It was deposited in the carpet under him, showing a dark color.

"Hmm." Sean took a few steps back, avoiding the bottom of the water splashed by Scott's head, "Did you just go swimming?"

There was no trace of blood on Scott's pale face, he laughed miserably, wrung out his clothes, and the splashing water was absorbed by the carpet, "Isn't it? It’s a godsend to drop it in the bathroom, isn’t it all your luck.”

"Ah?" Sean laughed, scratching his head and eyes wandering from side to side. It doesn't matter about his business, he still can't fully control his ability, what is it called.

Sean pretended he didn't see Scott's murderous look, ignored his sharp eyes, and continued, "During our visit, one of the experimental subjects was dissatisfied and rioted. All of us are trapped in the flames."

"fire?"

"Yes." Sean responded to Scott's words.

He knew what Scott was talking about. When he was at X Academy, Sean met John, a mutant in his class who was also able to manipulate flames.

But John can only manipulate the ability that also belongs to the fire department, and it is only limited to manipulation. He cannot make fire out of thin air, so he has to carry a lighter with him, relying on a little spark to display his ability .

"Because they are important experimental subjects, they have been under strict supervision. It is impossible to get close to any combustion aids around them, just like he himself is a cluster of burning flames, which are endless and endless."

This statement made Scott frowned, and wrapped his hands around his chest, "It seems that it is really the right time to come here."

"He killed my father!"

Sean's chest heaved and he said angrily, "I saw with my own eyes that my father was killed by that man!"

It's just that Brandy, who is flesh and blood, can't escape the explosion that is close at hand. Thinking that Brandy is likely to be burned to ashes by flames with a temperature of over a thousand, Sean's eyes are red.

"Sean..."

Clark was at a loss and could only stand by Sean's side, his raised hand stayed on Sean's shoulder, and because he didn't know how to comfort Sean, he silently retracted it.

Scott looked at Sean, who was upright on his head, and then looked at Clark, who was standing beside Sean like a stone statue, sighed, and said, "Okay, okay, let's eat first and rest for a while. Will it?"

"Rest?" Sean couldn't believe what he heard, he stepped forward to stop Scott, "Hey, what is this, we all know the truth, we should call the police !"

The clothes on Scott's body were soaked in water and stuck tightly to his body, making him feel surrounded by a weird feeling of being sticky and breathless, and he strongly wanted to take a bath and change clothes as soon as possible.

He opened his mouth in displeasure, revealing his white teeth, and his sinister smile made Sean feel irritated, "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Scott raised his chin, looked at people with his nostrils, and poked Sean's forehead with his fingers, "Are you going to call the police directly, 'ah~ uncle policeman, I'm so scared, Lex Luthor killed me Dad, pretending nothing happened, I am in Lex’s secret base right now, come on me quickly’?”

Sean and Clark watched Scott choke his throat and act with black eyes.

Scott also noticed his gaffe, coughed twice, and taught Sean with a posture, "Can you please be smarter? We are in someone else's territory, and we are not sure if we can live to see the sun tomorrow." , you actually want to report on Lex right now, even without any evidence."

"I have evidence!" Sean retorted in protest.

"That doesn't count." Scott rolled his eyes. A society under the rule of law sees materials that can prove the facts of the case. Could it be that Sean is going to rush in front of the judge and tell everyone that he is a mutant who can see the past? Living proof.

Although mutants have been put on the bright side now, they have not been recognized by the public. In a world dominated by humans, they will not be treated as mentally ill, but will be imprisoned for exposing their identities. An autopsy should be performed at the military detention center.

Sean wanted to say something else, but Scott raised his hand to stop him, "Okay, stop talking, we're not in X Academy, Lex is clearly at a disadvantage while we're secretly at a disadvantage."

Clark also nodded in agreement, "Scott is right."

"What's right!" Sean glared madly at Clark, who actually betrayed himself to Scott.

"Everything is waiting for us—"

"Dip—" A female voice came from the speaker, "Mr. Canav, we have brought the lunch you need, can you come in now?"

Scott clenched his right fist and clapped his left palm, nodded and said, "——we'll talk about it after we finish lunch."

The author has something to say: Sean: Right what right!Who is right?

Clark nodded like a pounding garlic: you, you, you are right.