Chapter 56: Visiting a Friend

"First, we have to hail a taxi." Ms. Hepburn patted Henry's shoulder and said.

"Oh, god, do you know what a difficult task this is? Hailing a taxi in New York City."

"Come on, little tiger. If you can't even complete this little job, you're not like yourself at all."

"Alright, but we have to walk outside the park. Inside here, you could stand for a whole year and not wait for an empty taxi." Henry gave way and pointed to the nearest exit direction.

Audrey Hepburn took Henry's arm and said: "You're right. So, let's go."

Do you know why Uber will be popular in the future? It's because taxis in New York are just too hard to hail!

In order to prevent this busiest city in the world from becoming a large parking lot full of taxis, the New York municipal government strictly controlled the number of taxi licenses.

There were even three types of taxis, limiting their areas for picking up passengers, to avoid a large number of empty taxis flooding into the core area to pick up passengers randomly, increasing the burden on the city streets.

This is also why in movies, one can often see the scene of New Yorkers fighting for taxis. This is really a local feature, rarely seen in other cities in the United States.

But I don't know if it was because of the blessing of Ms. Hepburn's yellow lucky outfit, Henry accompanied the lady to the side of the main road and luckily hailed an empty car and sat in.

"Please go to 1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, Westchester County."

"Westchester County? A bit far, but that's not a problem for Wesley. Guest, sit tight. Wesley's driving skills are fast and safe, being able to sit in my car is definitely the luckiest thing for you today."

The old black man driving fully exerted his racial talent for chattering, while telling various jokes about New Yorkers, while peeking at the old lady in the car from the rearview mirror.

"Old lady, has anyone ever said that you look like a big star?"

"Oh? Like which big star?"

Rarely stopping his mouth for a while, the old black man squinted his eyes to look for a while, and then stared at the road conditions. It was only after a long time that he said: "Audrey Hepburn. You really look like that lady who was in the newspaper not long ago. Could it be that you are her?"

"Of course not. I just look like her." While Ms. Hepburn said this, she also winked playfully at Henry beside her.

She added: "If I were really a big star, I should have a special car for traveling, and be followed by three or five model-level bodyguards at any time."

The old black man who liked to chat about celebrity gossip nodded and said: "Yes, yes, yes, ah, no, no, no! You shouldn't underestimate me, old lady. I've also carried many stars and celebrities."

"Do you know Vito Corleone? The godfather of the Italian mafia, I've carried him. Do you know Dr. Emmett Brown? A great scientist who invented a time machine, I've also carried him."...

The old black man reported several big names in a row. If Henry hadn't seen movies about these people in this world, he would have thought that these movie worlds were embedded in the Marvel Universe.

Simply put, this old black man exerted his racial talent, using a fast, tongue-twisting tone to brag!

If that mafia godfather really existed in this world, would he just casually take a taxi? He wouldn't be afraid of being targeted by enemies and shot to death.

A time machine is even more ridiculous... Henry didn't even want to waste energy to complain.

However, Audrey Hepburn seemed to be in a playful mood, and for every name the other party said, she would exclaim. With such a cooperative listener, wouldn't it make the old black man talk even more vigorously.

Time passed unconsciously, and the taxi drove to the destination, a manor with a large area.

Although Westchester County administratively belongs to a county at the southernmost tip of Upstate New York, it also belongs to the New York metropolitan area. Most residents use the Metro-North Railroad to commute to Manhattan for work.

One can imagine that people who can live here are not ordinary white-collar workers.

And being able to own such a manor in such a place is even more something that ordinary people cannot do.

Especially the copper sign at the main entrance of the manor—Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters...

Alright, it's really not a place for ordinary people.

Watching 'Audrey Hepburn' call open the big iron gate familiarly and walk in, Henry hesitated a bit. Does he really want to follow in and accompany her to play this scene?

"Henry, why aren't you following?" 'Audrey Hepburn' turned back and smiled.

"Here..."

"Oh, you don't have to worry. The old friend I want to see is the principal and person in charge here. Professor Charles Francis Xavier. This is not just a school, it is also his family's property."

Alright, hearing this level, if Henry still didn't know what kind of setup this was, he would have wasted his time crossing over.

It's just that although this world is no stranger to mutants. But in public intelligence, all members of the X-Men and the Brotherhood of Mutants are referred to by code names, and their bases have never been disclosed.

I don't know if it's because they are afraid of being disturbed, or afraid of people defecting.

And the two sides loving and killing each other was also something that happened more than ten years ago. In recent years, there haven't been so many conflicts, it's just that their philosophies are still opposed, but they have all accepted the arrangements of the US government.

This is like the struggle between the Elephant Party and the Donkey Party in American politics. There is no saying who is the good guy and who is the bad guy, it's just that their philosophies and positions are different.

So under normal circumstances, ordinary people wouldn't know what this place is for, and who that Professor Charles Xavier is.

However, wanting to trick himself here, Henry doubted what the point was of continuing to play dumb. Don't end up like last time, desperately showing off, and finally turning himself into a fool.

Henry simply laid his cards on the table and said: "I'm still not going in, lady. You pretending to be that person is indeed seamless, and I was also fooled by you at first. But let's stop here."

"Oh, when did you find something wrong?" 'Audrey Hepburn' didn't deny it, but instead transformed in front of Henry.

The skin flipped from top to bottom, and the whole person changed greatly, from a relatively petite body type to a normal, plump woman. And she was a blue-skinned female mutant with dark blue textures, yellow eyes, and red hair—Mystique.

This really wasn't surprising at all. Henry said: "I noticed it when you were talking to the driver in the taxi. The real Ms. Hepburn wouldn't make that kind of tasteless joke.

"And didn't you admit it yourself. You are not Audrey Hepburn, you just look like her. You said these truths with a clear conscience, because this was originally true. Isn't it."