Tony's Electronic Pet

That day, S.H.I.E.L.D. welcomed a special guest.

He was wearing a decent suit, and although he was bald, it did not damage his elegant face. He was sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed forward by the young man behind him.

And the most noticeable thing is his blue eyes, full of wisdom and calm.

His name is Charles Francis Xavier, the principal of Xavier Academy for Gifted Youth, the leader of the X-Men, and one of the leaders of the mutants.

"Charles. Come with me."

Nick Fury and Charles are not considered friends, so naturally they can't talk about reminiscing about the old days when they met, so they went straight to the theme and led the way.

But it can't be regarded as an enemy. As long as Charles Xavier has been committed to the peaceful coexistence of mutants and ordinary humans, they can have some cooperation.

For example, when the Kiritas invaded the earth, such as now.

He led Charles and others to the place where the robbers were held.

Ordinary people without mutant abilities were detained in ordinary cells, while the four mutants were locked up separately, and mutant controllers were put on them.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attitude towards mutants has always been neutral, these are all criminals who have committed crimes. Naturally, there is no human rights, even if three of them are teenagers.

Because in the eyes of most people, criminally inclined teenage mutants are more terrifying than adult mutants, because they are prone to extreme emotions and are more likely to lose control.

However, these measures are actually useless now, because whether it is these mutants or ordinary robbers, they are all dumb now.

They neither eat nor excrete. Although the energy makes them look stupid, it doesn't seem to hurt them. Even though they haven't eaten for three days, their various bodily functions have not declined significantly.

This seems to be more certain that the appearance of the nine-tailed fox is purely for the golden silk bear named Qiuqiu.

It's like protecting a small baby from being frightened and putting the little thing to sleep.

Nick Fury has a serious face, but he is thinking about a certain custard bun.

"Boss, the four mutant robbers are here."

"Open the door."

"Yes."

The male agent who spoke came forward and first entered a series of passwords, followed by iris and fingerprint recognition.

Soon, the special high-strength alloy door panel slowly rose.

Several people entered the prison.

There is nothing here, except for the door, which is a solid metal wall, and the imprisoned living things stand upright in the center in a daze.

This is a young man who seems to be of mixed race, with black hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and a very immature face. In the West, some people believe that he is twelve or thirteen years old.

However, after testing, his bone age was 16 years old.

And because of the previous test, he is now wearing a pure white top and trousers.

The bright light above his head hit him, making his skin look too pale, and with his current motionless appearance, he was like a wax figure.

Nick Fury stood aside so Charles could get a better look.

"The report was also shown to you. The specific situation is almost the same. I want to know if you can wake them up with your ability."

"Actually, even if you don't call me, they can wake up after another four days."

Charles wasn't in a hurry, he just looked at Nick Fury with those wise blue eyes.

Even though he is in a wheelchair, even if he is very gentle, he is not at a disadvantage when facing Nick Fury.

"Nick, I know you, so it makes me wonder who controlled them to get your attention."

The middle-aged professor spoke non-negotiable things in the gentlest terms.

Nick Fury and Charles looked at each other. Even if he didn't have such a powerful telepathy ability, this man was still a smart person, so it was not difficult for him to guess.

Or it is a good thing that he is willing to ask, because he can know a lot of things with a single thought compared to asking more words.

This is also the reason why mutants are feared by ordinary people. Once special power is no longer marginalized and injected into every corner of society, it will be a complete reshuffle.

Nick Fury chose to reveal the existence of the nine-tailed fox.

After all, with the continuous emergence of various mythical beasts, monsters, and monsters during this period of time, he is almost certain that the earth has hidden many of these strange beasts before,

Not only because of the cooperation in this incident, but he also hoped that if Charles had access to useful information about this incident, he could exchange information with him.

However, there is not much information about Nine-Tailed Fox in S.H.I.E.L.D., because the robbers hacked into the hotel's surveillance system in advance, so there is no image of Nine-Tailed Fox at all.

Everything can only be dictated by the only sober Tony, and the little baby golden silk bear can only give limited information, so everyone can only rely on imagination about the appearance of the nine-tailed fox.

As a result, these news made Charles more curious. After all, the legendary Nine-Tailed Fox really existed. It was hard not to make people want to know more about it.

But Scott Summers, the captain of the X-Men Cyclops, who accompanied him, disagreed, because he felt that if what Nick Fury said was true and the nine-tailed fox really existed, then no one could Don't know how powerful it is.

And what that energy is has not been analyzed until now.

Then the energy stored in the brains of those robbers is no different from unknown and dangerous. What if the professor uses his ability recklessly and gets injured by contact with that energy?

Too bad Charles insisted.

Scott met his gentle blue eyes and could only agree.

He pushed Charles close to the teenager and watched as Charles closed his eyes.

But what he didn't know was that Charles had just used his ability to peek into the boy's brain and was already stunned.

That weird energy seemed to only act on the boy himself, and he didn't respond to the energy that Charles probed in. He no longer hesitated, and finally entered the deepest part of the boy's consciousness.

So he glimpsed the magnificent and sweet dream.

It was a happy family of three, with father, mother and a lovely son.

They are having a picnic on the green field, and everyone's smile can feel the happiness just by looking at it.

The sunset glow in the sky, like a fairy's fiery red gauze skirt, is extraordinarily gorgeous. The sun is slowly setting down, and the afterglow shines on everyone, coating them with a layer of gold.

Probably because this moment was so beautiful, Dad took out his camera and asked a passer-by in the park to take a photo.Passers-by also agreed with a hearty smile.

Everyone who takes a close look at this scene is happy and lively.

So much so that Charles, who was standing on the grass, couldn't help but bend his eyes, but he also knew that this was actually an illusion.

"So that energy is used to create illusions? That's really a bit difficult."

Charles stopped watching and walked towards the family of three.

He couldn't dispel that energy, but the boy himself could. This was the easiest but also the most difficult way.

Because that energy only does one thing from beginning to end, and that is to build what people's subconscious desires most.

When he passed by, the photo had already been taken, and the family of three was ready to pack up and go home.However, the conversation of several people made him unable to stop.

"Mom, can I skip school tomorrow?"

The six-year-old boy was wearing overalls, blinking his eyes.

The curly-haired mom smiled as she put the picnic basket back in the car.

"Why don't you want to go to school?"

"Because....because.....I kissed Amy. Mouth to mouth." The little boy grinned.

"Didn't you guys say that you're going to get married like this? I want to marry Amy. I'm going to start planning for my wedding with Amy!"

Dad leaned over and pinched his little nose, showing his white teeth in a smile.

"Then you are really amazing."

But soon the little boy became worried, and he raised his chubby face.

"But Amy doesn't want to marry me. I want to have nine children, but Amy said she doesn't want to have so many."

"Etc., etc."

The little boy's mother opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Nine children? Why are there so many? It's because you are the only one in our family. Do you feel lonely, baby? Do you want younger siblings?"

"Lonely, of course not." The little boy was serious.

"I'm fine with this, I don't need siblings, they're not in my budget."

"I think that should be called life planning. Well, boy, tell me why you want to have nine children." Dad looked at the little boy seriously.

The little boy snapped his fingers.

"Because I want to form a football team, I add my father and nine children, which happens to be one person. Of course, we can also call on uncles and them as substitutes."

"Oh, that's it?" Mom laughed happily.

Dad laughed even more.

Charles, who was standing behind the tree, couldn't help but smile.

Little boy with arms akimbo.

"That's it, what's wrong?"

The smiling dad picked him up.

"Well, that's a good idea, but Amy's idea is also right. Most girls don't like having so many children."

"Girls? But Amy is a boy, and I am a boy. I want to have so many children, but he doesn't want to."

"boy"

The little boy's words made the father stunned for a moment, and then told his son regretfully.

"It's my fault, baby, you know, boys and boys can't make babies."

"what?"

The little boy seemed to have been hit by a thunderbolt, and his big eyes looked at his father misty.

"Can't one of them work?"

"None of them."

"What about half?"

"Half? That would be terrible."

"Then...then I won't have a baby. I'll join another team."

The little boy couldn't hold back his tears, but he spoke firmly.

"I like playing with Amy. I kissed him. I must marry him."

The little boy's parents couldn't laugh or cry, they carried the crying baby into the car and wanted to explain slowly.

The car started.

Charles was about to chase, when suddenly the scene faded.

The car that just drove away drove over, and the family of three just got out of the car. They spread the picnic cloth, put the picnic basket, chatted and ate happily.

And look at the sky, the sun, which was about to set, hangs high again at some point.

As if the family of three had no memory of the previous picnic, they repeated it again.

Nothing has changed, not a single word has changed, whether it is the request for a passerby to take a photo, or the conversation.

The simple repertoire is repeated over and over again.Even the curvature of the corners of those people's smiling mouths are always just right.

The picture that made Charles feel warm before suddenly revealed its hidden weirdness.