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Cyclops had a typical double standard for clones. He could turn a blind eye to Madeline next to him, but he had no favorable impression of the two guys who looked exactly the same in front of him. He snorted as if the eyes were not eyes and the nose was not nose.

The carriage moved forward slowly. It was impossible to tell the north, south, east, and west. The Cyclops could only judge that they were walking in a straight line.

Occasionally, you can see soldiers here along the way. Without exception, they are white-skinned clones with diamond-shaped marks on their foreheads. They all wear the uniforms of eighteenth-century British soldiers and bearskin hats, and hold technological senses in their hands. A complete laser weapon.

From time to time, there were roars like wild beasts in the darkness, and the clone soldiers also raised their guns to fight back. There were enemies in the underground world who had been disturbed before, and it was impossible to accurately judge the current location, but Cyclops felt that the depth here must be more than 5000 meters, and it was even possible. Over [-] meters, it is a veritable underground world.

He wanted to watch carefully, but the distance was too far and the light in the underground world was not bright enough. He could not see clearly. He could only judge from his body shape that the enemy was not tall and his weapons were crude.

"They are the underground people. Essex said that their ancestors were the remnants of the Mu continent. This was originally the territory of the underground people. Essex has been fighting with them for decades." Madeline, as a clone here, She knew very well some of the inside stories of the underground world, and from the bottom of her heart, she didn't want to come back at all.

What a weird place.Cyclops never knew that there was such a group of creatures living under his feet. He was not a scholar who studied the history of ancient civilizations, so he could not judge how credible this so-called remnant of the Mu continent was.

The carriage drove slowly for two hours and stopped in front of a splendid palace. A special clone waiter led the two of them inside.

"The famous Cyclops, haha, he is indeed a hero like Nelson." In a small theater inside the palace, the two of them saw the goal of their trip.

Nathaniel Essex.

As an immortal scientist from the Victorian era, with his pale face, light red diamond-shaped mark, and British-style tuxedo, he was exactly the same as the clones scattered throughout the underground palace.

The appearance is the same, but the light of wisdom in his eyes that has been exposed to the pessimism of the world after years of accumulation makes him very different from those clones in temperament.

Sitting there with his back straight, one can't help but feel a sense of respect for him. The object of respect is not him himself, but his rich knowledge.

"I'm very glad that you can come to visit my art city. Have you seen my artwork? Do you have any suggestions?" He pointed at the clones who looked exactly like him around the palace, but with different clothes and jobs.

"Freak"

Cyclops's comments were simple and direct, without any mercy.

"My wife and son have left me long ago. I still remember Rebecca's dying words. She could see the disaster and the fire falling from the sky. To make our conversation go smoothly, I suggest you call me Mr. Sinister." .”

Cyclops said to himself: "I have some problems with my super powers. Madeline said you can provide me with some help."

Mr. Sinister raised the corners of his mouth slightly, making the largest arc allowed by etiquette: "Of course, I am a scientist of the same era as Darwin. I don't need to spend 20 years and thirty years like ordinary people."

I have spent years learning from the knowledge of my predecessors. They claim to be standing on the shoulders of giants, and I... am the giant.I am well versed in all the science in the world today and you made the right choice by coming to me. "

......

Ten minutes later, Mr. Sinister, who claimed to be proficient in all human science and technology and had surpassed human technology for 10 years, was also a little confused.

He couldn't see anything wrong with Cyclops's abilities. Genetics, genetics, and infectious diseases were all analyzed. Even some data called the X-gene was imported into Cyclops's body values ​​for calculation. Completely consistent, Cyclops is very healthy, even if Tiantian and Madeline are having trouble, they still stay within a relatively restrained range.

The body is healthy, the x-gene is also healthy, there is no mental disorder, and there are no drastic changes in the air or atmospheric environment, so what could be the problem?

Known as mankind's greatest scientist, Mr. Sinister was confused for a moment.

"There may be something wrong with the space you are connected to. Judging from several indicators, the energy is being diluted rapidly. There are many reasons for this. Specifically..." Mr. Sinister hopes to gain the trust of Cyclops. At this time, I sincerely helped him check his body.

Analyzing the existing conditions to this level is already at the level of a super scientist, but he could not have guessed that Daisy used Cyclops as a prototype and produced 2000 million Sentinel robot soldiers, not one thousand, not two thousand, but 2000 million.

The originally abundant energy now has 2000 million more users. The mechanical soldiers eliminate the Zerg without stopping. There is always a limit to the non-Einstein space. The performance at this time is just dilution, and it is already a manifestation of abundant energy.

But no matter how intelligent he is, he can't guess these things.

The head start didn't work well. Cyclops obviously didn't trust him. Now that he hadn't found any problems, he could only change his strategy.

"Mr. Scott Summers." Mr. Sinister's address this time was very formal: "You still have brothers living in this world. I'm afraid you don't know this."

The memories of the past were impacting Cyclops's brain, and he couldn't help but put his hand to cover his forehead.

"The stimulation of that day was too strong, and your brain blocked this part of the memory in the deepest part. In your youth, whenever you saw other people's parents and brothers living together, it would be extremely painful. Do you think that you have special powers? It's a curse, it's a nightmare, but it's not. The gene will make the adjustment you want most. It's you who found it, not it who found you." Mr. Sinister smiled proudly.

Cyclops had already passed his blind and impulsive adolescence, and Mr. Sinister's words still gave him a headache, but the pain was still within the tolerable range.

"You have two brothers who are still alive, and maybe your parents are too, but this involves extraterrestrial civilizations. Look at these." Mr. Sinister pointed at the big screen. There were many corpses of strange humanoid creatures on the screen. and some written records enlarged more than ten times.

"I don't recognize it." Cyclops shook his head. The text in front of him was not any type of text he had ever seen.

"Haha." Mr. Sinister smiled gloomily: "I didn't know it originally. There was too little information. This is a completely different language from the earth. I could only analyze and decipher it bit by bit. But yesterday, my research made significant progress. , please look at this person.”

An image of a bald man with an upright appearance, a square face, big ears, and glasses appeared on the screen.