Chapter 2612: Star Core Rescue (Part 2)

What Schiller said was of course China. In fact, China now not only wants to farm on outer planets, but their thinking is also a bit unique. You say that plants grow through photosynthesis, and the light of photosynthesis refers to the light of the sun. Then why can't you farm on the sun?

Of course, Schiller doesn't know exactly what step the research has reached. He hasn't had much contact with China in his life, at most knowing a few people from the S. P. E. A. R. agency.

Because China in this universe doesn't really need help. People have been very powerful since ancient times, much longer than the time the United States has ruled the world, and they don't need anyone to worry about them.

However, Schiller feels that since the general setting hasn't changed, China must have such talents, but Schiller also feels that they shouldn't cooperate with the Brotherhood of Mutants.

First of all, the philosophy of the Brotherhood of Mutants is to find a utopia outside Earth, which is inconsistent with China's philosophy for mutants. China has always advocated that mutants integrate into society, just ordinary people with extraordinary talents. They don't agree with packing mutants and throwing them to a very far place.

Even if China wants to do this, it has to consider the opinions of so many mutants in the country. After so many generations of reproduction, most mutants living in China also think this way: I am a member of ordinary people, a citizen of Earth, a builder of this society, so I should enjoy this whole civilized society. Why drive me away?

Secondly, the reputation of the Brotherhood of Mutants is not very good. Terrorist attacks have also been carried out for real. In Schiller's impression, China will not openly cooperate with such an organization.

Schiller also explained this point to Magneto. He said, "So it is probably difficult to achieve your desired goal by traditional farming methods."

Magneto was silent. He thought, isn't this a dead end? Now he has no talents for infrastructure construction, and the organizations good at infrastructure construction don't play with him. Is he only relying on robbing?

"But then again," Schiller changed the subject and said, "Traditional farming doesn't work, so let's think of some crooked ways."

"What do you mean?"

"Superpower farming," Schiller snapped his fingers and said.

Magneto shook his head and said, "We don't have people who can farm here, and Charles doesn't have them either. Some who can barely help are more willing to swing their fists to deal with little punks on the street than to consider the future of their race."

Magneto's words were obviously aimed at his two daughters. The son wouldn't mention it; the son couldn't help at all.

Scarlet Witch and Polaris's abilities can indeed be used for farming, but the problem is that one is a love brain, and the other gets along with her father like an enemy. Obviously, neither can help.

On Charles's side, although Legion is his son, the two haven't had much contact, and Charles is very hard to call him. As for the group of children in the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, it's not the age to be obedient and work.

Magneto is more worried the more he thinks, and the more he thinks, the more he feels that mutants have no future. But at this time, Schiller said, "You don't have them here, but I happen to know a few."

Magneto just wanted to speak, but Schiller interrupted him and said, "And they happen to have very rich experience in farming in Mexico in another universe, and they are relatively free recently."

Schiller dragged a long tone, and the implication was obvious. Magneto could still understand this hint, so he asked, "Then what is the price? What do they want?"

"I don't know this for the time being. I need to ask them, but some of them have indeed encountered trouble recently and may need help very much."

"Of course, mutants are willing to help," Magneto gave a cold smile and said, "There are very few troubles in this world that we cannot solve, except farming."

After parting with Magneto, Schiller returned to the hotel room. He originally planned to go to the Great Pyramid this afternoon, let Martin set up a magic circle, and see if he could summon a part of the entity of the Aztec god system there.

According to Martin, all Aztec gods are relatively weak now, and most can only give him some echoes. This way, there is no way to talk about specific terms and projects. It is still necessary to help them restore their state first. It's just that he doesn't know if the way he offered sacrifices to his ancestors before is easy to use.

Schiller wanted to say that it was so troublesome. As long as he could find their people, he didn't lack energy here, just pour it until they were full.

However, because of Magneto's matter, Schiller decided to run to another universe first.

He first sent a message to Clark through the Battleworld system, indicating that it was him who was coming, and then headed to Metropolis at the fastest speed. Clark happened to be off work at this time.

Unexpectedly, Schiller came as soon as he saw the message. Clark was also a bit surprised, but he recognized Greed and knew that this doctor was completely different from Professor Schiller.

Clark gave Schiller a big hug, smiled and opened the door to let him in, and said, "Why did you come so fast? If I had known, I would have packed a dinner when passing by the restaurant."

"Don't worry, I brought it," Schiller weighed the bag in his hand and said, "Is Lois there? Perhaps I can have the honor of tasting her craft."

"Don't make trouble, she can't cook," Clark shook his head helplessly. After taking the bag and placing it on the kitchen island to check, he said, "Let me see... celery is quite fresh, this steak is also good, it's fresh good meat, my god, broccoli, are you serious? I don't like to eat this either... and cabbage, I've been eating cabbage for almost two months!"

Schiller ignored Clark's wailing, walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and then looked around.

Clark is a freelance reporter now, but the previous report on Batman and the Gotham Music Festival made him a lot of money. The duplex apartment he is renting now is quite spacious, and more importantly, there is a large floor-to-ceiling window running through the two floors facing south.

Schiller saw that the air conditioning was not turned on, but the room was not cold. It was almost winter on the DC side, and this sunny window indeed provided a lot of heat.

Clark brewed a cup of hot coffee for Schiller and said, "Are you cold? Doctor, do you want me to turn up the temperature?"

"I see you didn't turn on the air conditioning. Are you using floor heating?"

Clark was stunned. He said, "I use a biological field. You can understand that I am a large air conditioner."

Schiller rubbed his forehead. How could he forget that the person in front of him was Superman? But then again, is it a bit wrong for Superman's home to have air conditioning?

Clark seemed to hear what Schiller was thinking. He said, "This house is rented by me, not the air conditioner I bought. It's the landlord's. I usually don't turn it on. Sometimes even the electricity is generated by myself, which can save an electricity bill."

"That's really good," Schiller said, "The electricity price in Metropolis is quite expensive."

"Who says it isn't," Clark drank a sip of coffee and sighed, "I'm ready to find a job at the newspaper again. Now the manuscript fee is falling again and again. If it goes on like this, I can't afford this kind of house."

"I have a part-time job here, do you want to hear it?"

"I knew you were the best to me," Clark smiled brightly, "If there is any good thing, you must think of me first."

"That's natural," Schiller said, "Whether it makes money or has any return is secondary. The key is to find something for Oliver to do."

Hearing the name Oliver, a sad mood climbed onto Clark's face, even making his smile not so sunny. He said, "I think so too. Oliver has been in low spirits recently and likes to drink. I just said he shouldn't go to Moscow. It's all the fault of those Russians."

"People with ideals will be very busy, and people without ideals will have no time to think about so many things when they are busy. But a person with ideals is suddenly idle and finds that the operation of this world has almost nothing to do with himself. He will definitely feel very sad and may even give up on himself."

"I also tried to pull him to hike or fish, but he doesn't like to go much. I know you also sent him an invitation for the housewarming party, but he doesn't like to leave his house now, so he didn't go."

"This won't work," Schiller shook his head and said, "Judging from a professional psychologist's point of view, he should have some depressive tendencies, but considering his previous experiences, this is not surprising."

"Do you have any work you can introduce to Oliver? I have also found work for him before, but he is not willing to do it himself. I heard that the Soviet Union also arranged a position for him, but he is simply not willing to stay there. He always told me that he would rather polish shoes for 10,000 farmers than set a pearl for a crown."

"You know he is such a person, a firm idealist. Secular things cannot move him."

"Do you have any ideas? Doctor?"

"I happen to have a job here, related to Mexico."

Clark's expression immediately became serious. He said, "Did a revolution break out in the Mexico of your universe too? How is their situation? Who is in control of Guadalajara?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "No, there isn't. Our universe has entered the interstellar era. Now the United States is pushing Mexico toward urbanization. People have gone to the city to work, and many farmlands have been abandoned."

Clark showed a heartbroken expression. He said, "Only those who have really farmed know how good their land is. Every time I go home and look at my farm, I wish I could transport the soil from Mexico. Unfortunately, the light conditions there are not available in Kansas. It's useless to have soil."

"But it's just right now. Another group of people who have been oppressed are planning to open up their new home on an outer planet. It's just that there are too few people to farm. They plan to contract land in Mexico and transport it to the outer planet after planting."

"That's not bad," Clark said, "They are going to pay rent, so the remaining farmers can also have an extra income. It's empty anyway, so it's better to give them food to grow."

"But they are actually going to outer planets?" Clark scratched his head and said, "Will they find Krypton? Are there other Kryptonians in that universe?"

"No, the structure of their universe is completely different from this side. Remember? It's that very distant other world."

"I know, people on their side are weird. Oh, wait, people on our side are weird. Compared with them, our side is a bit too dark."

"Who says it isn't? The light conditions on that side are better than here, and Mexico is developing faster than here. Maybe this can give Oliver a space to display his talents?"

"Really?"

Of course, that group of mutants is now thirsty for talents like Oliver, and it is a great time for era change. If Oliver can go there and make a world, even if he returns to Mexico on this side, wouldn't he be more handy?"

"You are right, Doctor," Clark stood up and said, "I don't care about any career, but as long as it can make him happy, I will definitely try my best to help. I will call him now."

"Don't worry, Oliver he..."

But Clark had already rushed to the balcony. After a while, he came back with a frustrated face, his hair collapsed. He said.

"Oliver scolded me. He asked if I regarded him as a coward who wanted to escape. He said that even if he couldn't achieve any results in the Mexico of this universe, he wouldn't take anything as a substitute for his career."

"So I told you not to worry. I have to introduce the oppression suffered by the mutant group in history to you..." ===== CHAPTER 2613 =====