Chapter 4080: MU: The Super-Body Incident (Part 168)

Schiller first used his identity as an FBI agent to return to the university from before and managed to get the contract signed with Charles Xavier from the principal.

Although he was a visiting professor, he still had to sign a contract. And on it, there was Charles's identity information, which also included an address for receiving bills and contact. It looked like it should be the Xavier family's property. In this era, Charles's parents should still be alive, but now this father wasn't his biological father, but Mark, who was suspected of killing his biological father, Brian.

In this case, Charles would never reveal the information of his important friends to his parents, so Schiller didn't intend to visit and ask. After getting the information about the mansion located in the Westchester area, he took it to the New York Housing Authority to check the information of the house. Then he found that the verifiable property information of this house had only changed once. Judging from the age, it coincided with the era when Charles Xavier's biological father passed away, so this change should be the inheritance handover.

However, when the house was transferred, the tax paid was noted. And from the specific amount of tax, it could be inferred that this house wasn't the only house under Charles Xavier's name, because the tax and inheritance tax for a single residence and multiple residences in New York at that time were different. You could tell from the tax amount whether this house was the only residence under one person's name; the more houses, the higher the tax.

And judging from the specific amount of tax, this should be the second house under Xavier's name, which meant he had another house. Then this house was very likely the place where he settled the local Erik in the nightmare world.

Finding the specific location of this house was also simple. Charles's stepfather, Mark, wasn't a good person. I'm afraid he didn't like this stepson in the first place. After Charles had an accident, he would definitely choose to kick him while he was down and would never receive any bills or mail related to Charles again.

Bills or mail in this era were delivered by postmen to every household's door, usually placed in the mailbox, but they could also be returned, which meant waiting for the postman to come and clearly telling him not to accept the letter, and the letter would be returned to the post office.

Schiller and Arkham Batman came to the Westchester post office, searched for a long time, and sure enough, found the returned bills, dismissal notices, and various letters belonging to Charles, such as contract termination notices.

One of the bills was about to expire, and it was precisely the property tax bill. The tax law in the United States in this era was very powerful; the IRS was famous in this era. The IRS had a regulation that if a person's contact address refused to accept a bill, or if the bill wasn't signed for by the due date, the bill could be sent to other addresses under his name to prevent the other party from evading taxes under the pretext of "I didn't receive the bill."

That is to say, after the house in Westchester refused to accept the bill, before the payment deadline, the bill would be sent to another house under Charles's name.

"Are you going to deliver this?" Schiller threw the bill on the table and said, "This is a large sum of money, and you know that the owner of the bill has run into some trouble. If you go to him on the deadline, you definitely won't be able to get it back. By then, the IRS will be looking for trouble with you."

The staff member took the bill, saw the name, and was in a dilemma. He said: "We will go to deliver it half a month in advance, but this person is really... we can't find the postman, and he won't be afraid of the IRS either."

"Give me the address, I'll help you deliver it. If they really can't pay, just let them go find the FBI."

The staff member thought about it and nodded: "Okay, it's even better that you are willing to take this job. But don't say..."

"Do you take me for a rookie who doesn't know anything? Give me the address."

With the address, the group hurried to the house. Sure enough, they found an injured Magneto in the house.

I don't know how that group managed to do it, but Magneto looked seriously injured, even bedridden, and his powers seemed to have been weakened. At least when Schiller and the others rushed into the house, the resistance he could put up was very limited. When he used magnetic force to throw a table lamp at them, the force was very weak.

Magneto lay on the bed, staring at them coldly. Schiller cleared his throat and said: "We are not here to catch you. Otherwise, it would be impossible for us to find you here under the protection of Charles and S. H. I. E. L. D."

Schiller didn't lie either. The information about this house wasn't hard to find. That group could beat Magneto like this, so finding this place was even easier. The main reason they hadn't found it was that Charles was trying his best to cover it up, and S. H. I. E. L. D. was also covering for him.

But now Charles had been caught, and S. H. I. E. L. D. was busy dealing with Hydra, completely ignoring this place, which gave Schiller and the others a chance to take advantage of.

"Constantine!" Schiller shouted behind him.

Constantine took a bag of powder out of his box, lit it in the room, emitting a somewhat pungent fragrance, and then took out a small bottle of brown grease, mixed it with a green liquid that emitted a herbal fragrance, and poured it into Magneto's mouth.

Magneto coughed violently a few times, but his complexion soon returned to ruddy. He tried to move a bit and found that his injuries had indeed improved a lot, so he looked up at them and said: "Thank you."

"No need to thank us, we aren't helping you unconditionally either. Charles has been caught by the military, you must go save him."

Hearing that Charles had been caught, Magneto couldn't care about recovering at all. He frowned and said: "He was caught? Where is he now?"

"A military base on Long Island," Schiller said. At that time, finding it impossible to stop them, Arkham Batman had gone to track them, but the military had weapons of mass destruction, so Arkham Batman didn't dare to follow too closely, and could only roughly determine that they were heading toward Long Island.

Magneto flew directly toward Long Island. Schiller stood at the window looking at his back, and Arkham Batman asked: "Do you think we can beat them to it?"

"I'm afraid it's very difficult," Schiller shook his head and said, "This round is the match point. The other side will never give up no matter what. And Magneto and Professor X know each other too well, we have no advantage."

"What kind of nightmare do you think you would have?" Arkham Batman suddenly asked. Schiller knew he had already started looking forward to the next round.

Actually, this kind of game that tests the understanding of teammates is clearly more advantageous for the defensive side. Currently, the defensive side has won all of them. This is because, by comparison, everyone knows more about the people and rules of the big world on their side, so they naturally have an advantage.

But there is only one exception, and that is Schiller.

It can be said that people from both big worlds don't know much about him. Even Batman has limited understanding of Schiller, especially his past. Arkham Batman even suspected that the agent might never have had a nightmare at all. What would a person like him be afraid of?

Since he couldn't deduce it, but didn't want to lose, he could only ask. Anyway, they must have communicated in advance, so they wouldn't be considered out of line.

"I suggest we still try our best in this nightmare," Schiller said somewhat obscurely, "You wouldn't want to see my nightmare."

"It's not like it's useful for us to try our best," Constantine lit another cigarette and stood by another window to smoke. He said, "The Ancient One won't be able to stop them for long. As long as that Magneto sees Charles, he's guaranteed to have a belly full of flowery words to coax him."

"It depends on who is faster now," Jack curled his lips and said, "Anyway, they all look the same. Whichever Magneto contacts Charles first and saves him, that one is the hero in Charles's eyes who risked his life to save his teammate despite being injured."

"Speaking of which, we have no advantage at all, because the Magneto we found is truly injured. Don't fail to save the person and get ourselves killed instead."

"Shut up, you crow's mouth!" Jack shouted at Constantine.

And Constantine's words were indeed fulfilled. The Magneto they found, although local, because his injuries hadn't healed properly, his strength was far inferior to the foreign Magneto. Although he arrived early, he couldn't rush into the military base, and in the end, Erik rushed in first and took Charles away. At this time, the score reached the expected 3:3.

"Hurry up and tell us about your nightmare!" Constantine said with exceptionally light tone, "Don't tell me you never dream. This is the match point!"

Schiller sighed long and said: "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I don't know where to start. It's really a long story..."

"Then make a long story short," Jack also said, "Did you forget your credentials when you went out, or did you have a flat tire while speeding, or was the coffee too hot, or didn't you buy a donut..."

"For you, is this the entire nightmare of an agent?" Schiller said somewhat helplessly, "I'm not someone who has nothing to do and flashes my credentials at people, drives around, and eats donuts after drinking coffee..."

"Is it really not?" Constantine expressed doubt about this.

"I think you should know something about me. No one here wants to win more than I do. But the fact is, even if I told you what you are about to face, you wouldn't have any way..."

"Then you have to say it first," Constantine said impatiently, "What are you going to say we are about to face?"

"Schiller."

"What?"

"Schiller Rodriguez."

"Yes, I know you are the protagonist of the nightmare and might be very unfriendly, but you..."

Constantine was still asking, but Arkham Batman seemed to have thought of something, and he asked to the point: "Where is the location?"

"My Tower of Thought."

In an instant, the darkness faded, and everyone saw countless Schillers standing in front of them. Wearing striped suits, holding napkins, with half-long hair, wearing masks...

One pair after another of unfocused gray eyes all looked at them. Arkham Batman gasped and shouted: "Don't move!!!"

?? Don't be anxious, the vinegar is coming soon ===== CHAPTER 4081 =====