Chapter 114

Paris, France, 2nd arrondissement, Rue de la Paix. This street with antique scenery is one of the most fashionable shopping streets in the world.

The street is full of the slack and leisure of the French, garbage is swept to the side, and fashionable beautiful ladies walk on the road. But if you walk close and smell it, you can smell the thick perfume and the slight stench suppressed by the perfume.

If anyone asks, both men and women will say that this stench is brought by the garbage on the ground. No one will admit that it is the smell on themselves.

Such a contrasting scene is in the same scene, this is the romantic and free atmosphere unique to the French. No matter who comes, they will be deeply impressed.

Just in a cafe on the side of the street, there are two old men who are in their prime but actually living a semi-retired life playing chess.

Such a leisurely scene is not uncommon in this fashion capital, and of course, no one will come to disturb it. ...Under normal circumstances.

Today, a strong man wearing a black coat in the hot weather sat down in a seat next to the two old men playing chess.

That is a white man with dark brown hair and gray temples. The angular face reveals refinement and experience, and anyone can see at a glance that this man is not easy to provoke.

But the most conspicuous feature is that he covered his left eye with an eyepatch. Just like a pirate who roamed the sea more than a hundred years ago.

For such an uninvited guest, the two old men playing chess are not welcome. But neither of them drove the person away, letting the waiter receive the other party and send a cup of black coffee.

"You should try the cafe au lait here, at least it's not that bad," said the bald old man sitting in a wheelchair.

The one-eyed strong man said: "No matter, it's not the protagonist."

The other old man with short hair, a thin face, and a taste of having experienced the vicissitudes of life, said: "Then are you here to arrest me? I don't know that France is also under your control."

"Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage Logistics Directorate is affiliated with the UN Security Council, and we have jurisdiction all over the world."

"Oh, then please take out the arrest warrant and read it, and then handcuff me. But I don't guarantee what will happen." The old man with hair grinned, his smile was chilling. He was disturbed by the elegance of meeting an old friend to play chess, and he really didn't mind making a scene.

The one-eyed strong man didn't take this pick. He took a step back and said: "I'm just here to ask questions, not to arrest anyone. At least you won't think that to arrest you, I would come alone."

"No comment." "Ask." Two people, two answers. Two friends looked at each other and said again: "Anyway, I won't say it." "I don't necessarily have the answer."

One is hard words hard said, one is hard words soft said, it looks like the result is the same. However, the one-eyed strong man had foreseen this long ago and didn't care, asking: "Where did Jean Grey go?"

"Don't know," the bald man in the wheelchair replied directly.

"You have changed the name of that school to Jean Grey School for Gifted Youngsters to commemorate him. You wouldn't want to tell me that you have given up on him and have no relationship with him since then."

The bald man in the wheelchair said: "Changing the name is a resolution made by the current principal Raven and others. I'm retired, I don't care about those. Besides, even if I miss him, what if I find him? Hand him over to the government for trial?

"If the White House still wants to command the X-Men, let them restore the hotline and contact the people at the base. Coming to me won't have any effect."

The one-eyed strong man said: "You know that's not what we think."

"Forget it, Nick Fury. Is it necessary to say some insincere words in front of me? I don't even need to read minds to know that what you said is just nonsense. Yes, you can not lie to me, promise me something. But you can't represent your entire organization, can you."

"I don't allow hidden threats," Nick Fury stated the unshakable theme.

"I want a pardon. A pardon signed by the President with formal legal effect, agreeing to let bygones be bygones regarding Jean's matter," Professor Charles Xavier requested.

"At the beginning, the White House agreed to you because you exchanged it for an alien warship. You didn't do it."

Charles said dissatisfiedly: "On the battlefield, the wreckage of those alien aircraft were all recycled by the U.S. military, and the X-Men didn't keep any of them. But why do you think we could leave an alien warship without support?

"Where did the U.S. military go? Can't wait for a fighter jet's support in tens of minutes? You go back and ask those soldiers who were also on the scene, see if they have any way to occupy a warship as a group of infantry. We are just a group of mutants, not gods!

"In any case, without a pardon, I would rather Jean hide and protect herself well. If you want to put her under your nose, you and I know very well that the Mutant Control Center is a cage, and isn't the X-Men one too?

"At least I can choose what kind of life she lives, instead of being locked in a laboratory as a white mouse, or wasting her life in prison."

Actually, if he used the resources in his hands, Nick Fury wouldn't be unable to find Jean Grey. But the point is how to take the other party down?

Letting Charles Xavier, who is like a father and daughter, come forward to persuade is the simplest method.

If force is used... as a mutant who can carry a space warship, Nick Fury can't think of any way to subdue the other party. Even mobilizing the Howling Commandos might not be useful.

However, negotiations are always like this. First, offer a price that no one can accept, but after expressing compromise, the second condition will be relatively easier for people to accept. So Nick Fury said: "Then another person, that clown. Who is he? Where is he?"

Magneto, Erik Lehnsherr, who had been silent, couldn't help but speak at this time. He said with a look of disgust: "That guy is just a lunatic. Like a grenade with the pin pulled and the safety handle popped.

"You know he will explode, so you can only try to throw the grenade as far as possible before he blows himself up. Believe me, you definitely don't want to keep that guy in your hands.

"Of course, I don't mind that grenade exploding in that ghost place of Strategic Logistics, I'm happy to see it. But you don't think we care about that guy's movements, do you? Go to a mental hospital to find it, they are everywhere."

Nick Fury took out a photo, put it on the table, and asked: "Is the clown this person?"

The person in the photo is Hollywood's genius actor, the youngest actor in Venice, River Phoenix. For the head of this intelligence organization to take out such a photo, Charles asked in confusion: "How did you get this conclusion?"

"This is based on limited surveillance images, ignored the greasepaint on the face, and obtained the result by reconstructing the clown's appearance by contour by my analysis team. Is it him?"

No one thought that this Kryptonian could adjust his appearance by controlling facial muscles. So the reconstructed face was just someone else's face. However, Professor X had seen his original appearance, so he didn't think that the one who put on makeup was a different face.

For some reason, Professor X decided to help that young man keep it secret. On one hand, the X-Men had no obligation to share intelligence with the U.S. government, not to mention that fighting with Magneto this time was basically a good assist from the U.S. military.

Moreover, the U.S. government taking action always easily forces a good person to the extreme. So he shook his head and said: "I don't know. Please verify it yourself."

Nick Fury pursued: "Then why did he help you?"

"Maybe he is just a passing messenger of justice," Charles pushed off.

And Erik even echoed on the side: "Heh. If I were to say, it's that no one can predict the behavior of a mental patient, right."