American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

Aaron frowned when he heard the mess outside. In the blink of an eye, the three Magatama Sharingan disappeared.

Aaron put on a coat and walked to the door. He opened the door and looked around slightly. He immediately saw a room not far to the right. The door was filled with a group of half-year-old children in pajamas.

Why? Isn't this the room of that rough guy Wolverine Logan?

Aaron's heart moved, could it be...?

Aaron was unfamiliar with the place at the moment, and he was still a "liaison officer" who had not yet been recognized by the policemen. The best thing to do here was to see more, listen more, and talk less.

Do nothing.

But since he is the representative of SHIELD, he must have good eyesight. He is just here to be a curious baby, so he paced over there.

Before Aaron could get closer, the crowd of people watching at the door suddenly separated. They seemed to be avoiding the waiter holding the hot pot, and quickly dispersed to both sides for fear of being unable to avoid him.

Then a petite figure rushed out, with tearful eyes and infinite grievance, and ran towards Aaron while crying.

Aaron turned slightly sideways and gave way to the road. He looked at the petite girl running along with her eyes red and covering her mouth. He thought to himself, this girl must be Annamarie. The mutant is nicknamed "Rogue" and her ability is to absorb the touch. The target's ability, vitality, and even memory are very overbearing abilities, but they cannot be controlled independently.

So she can't touch others or have skin-to-skin contact with anyone. She is a very miserable girl.

The nickname Rogue has many versions of translation, including naughty, Rakshasa, Ronin, thief, stalker... Well, the last two are interchangeable. Aron will call this girl Rakshasa for the time being. For her In terms of ability, it is the most appropriate.

And is it really this plot... The Rakshasa girl arrived for the first time, and she was in agitated mood. She wanted to chat with Wolverine who was traveling with her, but she didn't expect to be stabbed by Wolverine who was having a nightmare.

With an expression on her face like "I treat you as a friend, you actually stabbed me and made me bleed when I wasn't prepared", she reluctantly touched Wolverine and absorbed his vitality and super self-healing ability.

However, the Rakshasa girl recovered from her injuries and fell down under Wolverine's suction.

This mutant ability is so overbearing and uncontrollable that it makes other mutants feel afraid.

Even mutants reject her, which is why Magneto's subordinate Mystique, who can transform into a Rakshasa's new friend, scolds her away in just a few words.

[What a coincidence.] However, Aaron pretended to be just curious and walked into the crowd. He saw a half-year-old child who looked quite energetic. He went over and patted the older boy's arm, said hello and asked: " Hey, man, what’s going on?”

The half-grown child looked at Aaron strangely at first, as if he was a little uncomfortable with it, and said: "I'm not sure, it seems that the new girl did something to the other new uncle, that The uncle was lying on the ground motionless."

Aaron sighed secretly, thinking that even though he is an "ordinary person" here, he is also the one who doesn't fit in.

Professor

In short, the way everyone looked at Aaron was somewhat different from that of Rakshasa and Wolverine, who were also new arrivals, but the estrangement was even deeper.

After all, they can only be traced back to the few people in Professor X's room when they first met.

Or maybe the title "Agent Walker" brings with it the profession of an agent. Unlike ordinary people who find it mysterious and cool, mutants immediately associate it with persecution, secret arrests, and illegal experiments?

Aaron didn't know if this was the situation now, where mutants were so at odds with the world, or if he was taking the blame for some black braised egg with a black face and an even darker heart.

"Students, let's disperse. Go to bed. Everything is fine here." Storm, who was also wearing pajamas, walked out of the room, closed the door with her backhand, and clapped her hands to everyone.

A group of half-year-old children were quite obedient. After all, this was Academy X. They had experienced more serious accidents. They were not accustomed to it, but they were not surprised.

Aaron had already taken a look inside the room just now and saw Wolverine lying on the ground with bulging veins, but they were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He couldn't help but secretly marveled. Then he saw Storm blasting people, and he followed suit. The current went back.

"Agent Walker, are you still used to sleeping?"

It's just that Aaron didn't trot away like the group of children watching the excitement. He still walked leisurely. He didn't go far, but he heard Storm's question.

"Fortunately, Ms. Monroe." Aaron turned around and said with a smile. After thinking for a while, he walked back and said warmly: "Maybe it's a bit presumptuous, but can you just call me Walker or Aaron? Here People don’t seem to like the profession of agents very much.”

Aaron organized his words carefully. There was nothing he could do. The conflict between mutants and ordinary people was more serious than the problem of race. Any improper use of words would cause violent reactions.

"Okay, Aaron, then you can call me Ororo, forget Ms. Monroe, you are not my student."

Storm smiled, maybe it was because Aaron's face-scanning ability was as good as ever, or maybe Aaron's peaceful and equal attitude also made Storm change some of her views.

"You are well respected and loved by your students, Ororo."

"It's okay. I'm just doing what I should do. They are all a bunch of poor children." Storm smiled and then said: "Just like Anna (Rakshasa), didn't I scare you just now?"

Storm called Aaron away mainly because of this concern. It was this uncontrollable ability that caused mutants to receive negative reviews, and Storm didn't want Aaron to change his mind because of this.

Aaron shook his head slightly and said warmly: "No, it's just a child who has no choice. It's like God gave her a gun but didn't give her an instruction manual. What can she do?"

"Heh, what you said is really unique." Storm was a little happy to see that Aaron said it sincerely.

"And don't forget, I'm a police officer. A trip to the emergency room at midnight won't scare me. I might as well work the night shift on Wednesday."

"Hehehe~" Storm chuckled like wind chimes again.

Even though this person is a role model now, he used to hang out on the streets of New York.

I have also been to the emergency room, and the bloody, bizarre, and horrific injuries are indeed much more spectacular than this one.

The two joked for a few more words before they dispersed. If it was a game with a favorable opinion setting, Aaron would probably get a prompt like "Storm's favorability +XX".

Finally someone who doesn’t treat my buddies as class enemies.

Aaron returned to the room, sat cross-legged on the floor, made a Tai Chi Ziwu Seal with both hands, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and put away some of the chaotic emotions tonight, both because of the excitement of the high-level lottery and seeing Rakshasa and Wolverine. Stab you, you suck me and hurt each other, knowing that the plot is advancing again.

Aaron secretly calculated that with Magneto in the scene, Mystique and Toad should have hijacked Senator Kelly at this time, and had used his black technology equipment to forcibly activate the incomplete X gene hidden by Senator Kelly, right?

Next, it’s time for Mystique to sneak into X Academy?

...Mystique, Aaron recited the name silently, thoughtfully.