Chapter 4054

The edge of the Andromeda Galaxy. A pitch-black car sat quietly in the dark space, almost blending into the lightless environment. Bruce stretched a hand out from the passenger seat, resting it on the edge of the window, and then said: "Have you thought about how to destroy the brainwave amplifier?"

The Arkham Batman sat in the driver's seat checking the star map, and without raising his head, said: "Don't ask too much; just do your own job."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Bruce asked.

"Waiting for our teammates; you don't really think just these few people can rush into the mutants' base, right?"

"Teammates? Who?"

As soon as his voice fell, a Green Lantern portal appeared in front of them. Two figures walked out of the portal; it was the Agent and Constantine.

"Good evening, gentlemen," the Arkham Batman said, "Our primary goal now is to destroy the brainwave amplifier used by Professor X in this universe. Martian Manhunter has already gone to scout, but under normal circumstances, this thing must be in the center of their base. This is likely a battle of no return."

"How do you plan to destroy it?" Schiller asked.

"I made a few magic bombs," the Arkham Batman said, "Once they explode, it's enough to destroy any mechanical structure..."

He hadn't finished speaking when Martian Manhunter's voice sounded in his mind: "Bad news, Batman. That thing isn't a simple machine, but a planet."

"What?"

"Preliminary look, this thing is about the same size as the Moon. And, they installed a magical defense network on this planet. Your bombs might be able to shake the magical defense network, but might not be able to completely destroy this planet."

The Arkham Batman's face sank. He narrowed his eyes, his fingers resting on his lips as he thought.

"I do have an idea," Constantine said.

"Let's hear it," the Arkham Batman looked at him.

"Mutants' abilities are very strong; this is their advantage, but also their disadvantage. If they weren't the kind of very unstable destroyers, the command center wouldn't let them stay in the Andromeda Galaxy. They don't go to the front-line base; there must be a reason."

"You mean..."

"According to the intelligence I collected," Schiller also spoke up, "Although most mutants in the central universe are relatively stable, after all, there are so many others from other universes. They are all large-sized time bombs; if they go crazy, let alone the Moon, even the Sun would be extinguished."

The Arkham Batman's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel; he was obviously thinking. He said: "Triggering their internal contradictions is indeed a way. But we don't know enough about them; exactly how to find the weak point is a problem."

"I also have an idea," Bruce spoke up, "Although it seems Magneto has the worst temper among mutants, in reality, this guy is old and cunning, and not a good target to act against. The most unstable are actually those young mutants."

The Arkham Batman gave him a look, signaling him to continue. Bruce continued: "As far as I know, Magneto's daughter Polaris, Havok, and Iceman Bobby have always been in a cycle of emotional entanglement. At least two of the three of them have relatively irritable tempers and would be good targets to act against."

"Even so, their destructive power is very limited," the Arkham Batman frowned and said, "Maybe they are very powerful, but I don't think these three people can break the shield of the magical defense network in one blow."

"Then what about Phoenix?" Schiller spoke up again, "There is also an earth-shattering love triangle between Cyclops Scott, Wolverine Logan, and Phoenix Jean Grey. Phoenix's state has always been very unstable, and she also has enough destructive power."

"But, with Professor X and so many Professor Xs, how could Phoenix easily lose control?"

"Although Professor X is a very strong psychic, he is not the only psychic among mutants. Do you know Emma Frost?"

The Arkham Batman turned to look at Schiller. Schiller leaned against the car door and continued: "That is also a very powerful psychic, reaching the Omega level in terms of psychic ability. More importantly, she is a member of the Hellfire Club, and this club believes in extreme elitism."

"I understand, the 'Light' faction, right?" The Arkham Batman curled his lips and said.

The Light faction mentioned by the Arkham Batman is actually the Illuminati, but not the Marvel Illuminati, but a legend that has been circulating in the Western world since the Middle Ages; in essence, it is the shadow government set, thinking that there is an organization composed entirely of elites secretly controlling the world.

This gathering might have truly existed at some point in history, but in reality, it didn't have such strong influence. Because thinking about it, one knows that the elites of the world cannot be a community of interests; this is contrary to the Western zero-sum game thinking. Even if it existed, it was mostly just a social organization for expanding connections, completely unable to reach the level of controlling the world's direction.

However, the Hellfire Club truly exists in the world on the Marvel side and has great influence. Because their members are all very powerful mutants, they can indeed interfere with the direction of the mutant world, and the members are not limited to mutants; ordinary human elites like Tony Stark have also received invitations.

Whether it is the Hellfire Club or the Illuminati, they believe in elitism. To summarize, they think that most people in this world are too stupid and don't possess the ability to be responsible for this world, so they, the elites, must decide the world's direction. Carrying such theories, these organizations have done some outrageous things that make people's eyes go dark more than once; the most famous one, of course, is exiling Hulk.

And precisely because of their magical brain circuits, they don't get along with the Brotherhood of Mutants and the X-Men, and even think they can be the referees for the fights between these two organizations. Although many figures among them have jumped ship, overall, they still don't look at each other favorably.

Expecting such people to have a multiverse-level big picture is thinking too much. Most people who believe in elitism are full of controlling the masses and excluding dissidents. But precisely because of this, they can be utilized. And the Arkham Batman, who was president for a long time, naturally knows the harm of such people very well—they are best at harming others without benefiting themselves.

Although the Brotherhood of Mutants is famous, Magneto's theory and what he did are actually nothing more than wanting to fight for a higher status in the world and let mutants possess greater power. This is a thought of harming others to benefit oneself.

But organizations like the Hellfire Club or the Illuminati, they harm others just to harm others, thinking that as long as others have losses, their side is already considered successful; whether they have obtained actual benefits is not important, which can also be said to be a Cold War mentality in another sense.

Precisely because of this, provoking this group of people is relatively simple. Their extreme thoughts and short-sighted vision combined are simply a team-wipe engine.

The Arkham Batman immediately made up his mind; he looked at Schiller and asked: "A frontal attack is not wise; we still have to find a way to infiltrate them. Who do you think in the Hellfire Club is a better breakthrough?"

"Their personnel changes are very large, and it's hard to say how many came to this war. But I think Emma Frost should be here. As a powerful psychic, she will be the best helper."

"What kind of person is she? Is there a way to make her help us?"

"It doesn't have to be that she helps us voluntarily; just make her lose control," Schiller's voice revealed an unwarranted indifference; he said, "Emma Frost herself is not stable enough. She has an inexplicable connection with Phoenix, which will be our breakthrough."

At this time, the sky island of the Andromeda Galaxy capital. A tall blonde woman walked quickly through the bright corridor. She pushed open the office door and walked in, looking at the doctor sitting behind the desk.

The other party wore a white coat, holding a pen in one hand and a medical record book in the other, with thick psychological assessment reports piled on the table. She knew that one of them was her own.

"Hello, Ms. Frost. I can call you that, right?" The doctor looked up at her and said, "I am Schiller Rodriguez, a special psychological consultant for S. H. I. E. L. D. in this universe, also responsible for helping superheroes adjust their mindset and solve psychological problems during this war."

The woman called Frost kept a straight face, nodded toward Schiller, and said: "Hello, Dr. Rodriguez. Has my medication approval passed?"

"Call me Schiller, ma'am. I read your application report. You want to apply for 1000 mg of Propranolol, but the column about the cause of arrhythmia is completely blank. This is likely difficult to pass. I think it is precisely because you refused to fill in the reason that your application report was sent to a psychologist."

"Yes, but I think this is my personal privacy," the blonde woman said, arms crossed, "I just need a little medication to relieve tachycardia, which is more conducive to me investing in work with focus. Is there any problem?"

"Sorry, if there is no examination and treatment, no doctor can issue you a prescription drug. And, the dosage you applied for is not small. Without a conclusive diagnostic certificate, you have absolutely no possibility of getting so much medicine."

"I have a diagnostic certificate, it's just left on Earth, and Earth doesn't know where it ran off to," the other party still crossed her arms, raised her chin, and looked out the window.

"Okay, Emma, I can call you that, right? You should know that we used Quicksilver to build a very stable transport channel between the Andromeda Galaxy and Earth. And if you think this is your privacy and you don't want to find other mutants, I can also make a trip to get the diagnostic report. I swear by my medical ethics that I will never reveal it."

Emma pursed her lips tightly, staring at Schiller somewhat unkindly. Suddenly, a flash of light passed through her eyes, and then she suddenly opened her eyes wide. Schiller smiled at her and said: "Sorry, ma'am. Guess why I can be a psychologist at S. H. I. E. L. D.?"

"Why can you be immune to mental interference? Did Professor Xavier provide you with a mental shield?"

"You can take it as that, ma'am. I am very willing to interpret your behavior just now as a non-aggressive, just slightly excessive little joke, but I don't hope for a second time, okay?"

The other party looked to the other side. Schiller continued: "If you indeed need to take medicine, then take the diagnostic report, or go for a physical examination. Otherwise, you have no way to get a prescription from me. Is there anything else?"

"I just..." Emma paused and then continued, "I didn't find anything."

"What?"

"I went for a physical examination; they said I was very healthy. But I have arrhythmia, yet nothing was found during the examination."

"No wonder your application report was sent to me. Have you considered it being psychogenic arrhythmia?"

Emma sneered and said: "I am a psychic. You tell me I have arrhythmia because of psychological problems?"

"It's not that there is no such possibility. The Professor is also a psychic, which doesn't prevent him from being bald."

"You mean, he is psychogenic hair loss?"

"Then why did he gradually become bald only after breaking up with Magneto?"