Chapter 107

The three people assigned to the open space were, of course, because their abilities couldn't be unfolded in the narrow carriage.

And outside the carriage, from the air, from the mountains and forests on both sides of the track, aliens who kept trying to board the special train came one after another.

The task of preventing these people from boarding the train was not necessarily easier than driving the enemies on the train off.

Nightcrawler sent Professor X into the front carriage, which really gave the soldiers guarding inside a fright.

However, under Professor X's explanation, and Nightcrawler's return to the rear carriage to participate in the battle, the soldiers knew the situation they were facing now.

The soldiers were very clear now; the strange sounds outside the carriage were nine times out of ten the aliens trying to tear open the carriage iron skin to invade. Now everyone just needed to see the hole where the iron skin was lifted and fire a burst at that place.

Selene's psychic ability was greatly discounted against aliens because the opponent's mental consciousness form was very different from humans; even Professor X couldn't see through everything at the first meeting.

And Selene's misleading ability, facing aliens who all used close-quarters combat, was almost non-existent. She simply didn't bother with this effort and relied solely on close-quarters combat to attack the aliens. It could be said that she was the one who fought the hardest.

However, the Beast looked at Clown-Supes, who was still sitting in his seat pretending to be weak even though the suppression device had been lifted. He didn't say a word, reached out his big hand, pinched the other party's head, and pulled the person off the restraint chair.

"Oh my, be gentle. Blood can flow, heads can break, but the hairstyle cannot be messed up! Don't ruin my look."

"The aliens are here, you should go up."

After the Beast said this, he wanted to throw the Clown-Supes in his hand directly into the enemy pile. Unfortunately, Magneto was in front, controlling the rifles and showing off his power, and there was no space to throw Clown-Supes. Unless he wanted to throw him at his own people.

Very suddenly, the sliding door on the side of the train carriage was violently pulled open, revealing a larger hole. Some aliens who didn't have time to choose a human appearance to mimic and appeared in their original appearance intended to break in.

The Beast had a flash of inspiration, pinched Clown-Supes's back neck with one hand, pinched his back head with the other, and just lifted the person toward the enemy.

At the moment of facing each other, the Kryptonian's heat vision shot out, cutting the D'Bari directly in two!

You know, Cyclops's attack was essentially connecting his eyes to a special space, drawing energy from that space without limit, and spraying it out directionally. And it gave great kinetic energy, forming impact and destructive power.

In comparison, the Kryptonian's heat vision was another matter; besides the kinetic energy that could blast the enemy back, it also possessed high temperatures with an idealistic upper limit.

Most enemies fell at the high-temperature hurdle. Therefore, in terms of cutting efficiency, it was difficult for Cyclops's optic blast to compare.

This was also why when Cyclops used his ability, most of the time he could only blast the D'Bari away, unless some unlucky guy chose to carry it hard. But the Kryptonian's heat vision directly cut people in half.

Facing this unexpected attack, the Beast, as if he had gotten a laser gun, kept lifting Clown-Supes's back neck and shooting in different directions.

Not having a trigger was not a big problem; the Beast kept rubbing the dog head in his hand like playing with beads. And then heat vision would shoot out!

"Enough."

"Enough, oh."

"Ah, aliens also have human rights!"

Breaking free from the Beast's big hand that was about to become addicted, Clown-Supes took out a comb hidden somewhere and tidied up his messy green slicked-back hair. While cursing:

"Damn it, is it that in your hearts, the top of the contempt chain is the Jews who are descendants of the chosen heroes. Then it's white guys, niggers, colored people, and finally mutants.

"The damn aliens are still below the mutants, which gave you the guts to touch my head and mess up my hair. Ah~, what can be endured, what cannot be endured. I'm going to turn against you, go help them, and fight for the human rights of aliens!"

The Beast, who showed a look of guilt, just wanted to explain something to Clown-Supes, who had moved to the open side door of the carriage and was confronting the mutants. He saw another alien outside preparing to climb into the train carriage, and a pair of big feet kicked toward the back of the Kryptonian's head.

This kick inexplicably kicked onto the Kryptonian's head, and even kicked away the comb Clown-Supes was using to comb his hair.

Looking at the comb that fell and shattered into pieces, Clown-Supes shouted sadly and angrily: "Ah, my poor Cleopatra I. Do you know that it has no successor? Without it, what should I do about my hairstyle?"

Clearly, this guy who kicked the Kryptonian down upon entering hadn't learned Earth's language and didn't know that Clown-Supes was sad and that it was strictly forbidden to interrupt his sad mood.

He shouted like a demonstration, thinking that this would deter the Earth natives.

Unexpectedly, Clown-Supes, who had taken a full breath, had his chest bulge two or three times larger, and the buttons on his shirt even burst. He turned his head and roared fiercely at the alien who entered the door!

This sound was not a sound that human ears could receive. The air cannon compressed to the extreme, combined with the effect of ultra-high-frequency vibration, smashed the alien who killed the comb into pieces!

Even the aliens behind who wanted to follow the same path to invade the train carriage were affected by this air cannon. It was shattered wherever it touched, leaving only the remnants of the body following the original momentum and falling into the carriage.

Clown-Supes left two lines of tears, smudging his cross-star eyeshadow, as if they were two lines of blood and tears. He gritted his teeth and said viciously: "The hatred of killing the comb is irreconcilable. You guys have to pay for my Cleopatra I!"

Clown-Supes, who was preparing to start a massacre, picked up a rifle left by the American soldiers from the carriage floor and shot at the aliens aggressively!

It could be said that the posture was 100 points, but the lethality was close to zero...

Magneto, who saw everything from the corner of his eye, still only wanted to say that sentence: "Are you serious?"

Even Selene, who had temporarily gotten rid of the entanglement because of Clown-Supes's great power just now, said: "Do you want to put down the gun in your hand and just use your mouth?"

Hearing this, it was Clown-Supes's turn to be unhappy. He put down the gun, leaned on it like a cane, and said: "Let a man just use his mouth, do you know what a big insult this is? It's like saying that besides my mouth, my whole body is useless."

"Is this guy making a dirty joke?" Selene asked, looking at her boss in disbelief.

Now it was Magneto's turn to be impatient. He scolded: "If you don't want to fight, get off the train!"

"Alright, received." Clown-Supes was just about to jump off the train, but was grabbed by the back of the collar by the Beast and lifted back from mid-air.

Clown-Supes said helplessly: "Buddy, is it necessary to be like this? Lifting me like catching a kitten, I also have a face."

The Beast just wanted to explain something, but unexpectedly, Clown-Supes, who was held in his hand, blocked a disaster for him. A plasma cannon hit Clown-Supes just right, exploding a mass of overflowing plasma flow.