Chapter 88

Raven in his arms was limp all over. Although Hank hadn't done an examination yet, he knew the injuries must be very serious. Otherwise, with her strong personality, as long as she wasn't unconscious, she wouldn't have obediently let herself be held.

If this alien hadn't stepped back half a step and plowed out this deep trench to dissipate the force, Raven would have just become meat paste splattered on a wall!

Hank knew very well what Jean's telekinesis was about, so he hadn't thought about the option of being a meat shield to block the disaster. Of course, he wouldn't blame the other party for this either. Acting as a cushion was probably the optimal solution.

And Beast's hindsight was, in Henry's eyes, a sign of being very smart but lacking quick wit.

As a bridge between the X-Men and the government, and also a scientist in charge of logistics and equipment research, Beast's character and wisdom were obvious to all.

But this didn't mean he possessed judgment and decisiveness in emergency situations. No wonder the X-Men's field leader was Cyclops. Dealing with him personally, this guy was quite indecisive.

At least from the way he looked with that ugly beast face, affectionately at the... blue-skinned woman groaning with a frown in his arms, Henry only felt anxious for him.

Henry said, "Hey, buddy, aren't you going to take her back for treatment? Or does your gaze have a medical effect? You can heal her just by looking. Is this a new mutant ability?"

Beast, whose IQ had come back online, finally came to his senses. He held Mystique in a princess carry and said hurriedly, "Let's get on the X-Jet quickly and go back to the base for treatment. What about you?"

With a long sigh, Henry said, "Let's go together." Today's situation was different from the last time. Although the X-Men were still a mess, he couldn't just walk away.

He had to give the Mystique who hadn't died an explanation and get a word from her that the matter was settled. Otherwise, this kind of being drafted for labor might happen again and again.

As for the police, although two cars were flipped by the Phoenix, the police sitting in the cars had their seatbelts fastened and luckily didn't die. However, they were all stuck and couldn't be rescued for a while.

The X-Men were busy with themselves. Although no one died, Mystique and Quicksilver were seriously injured, while Cyclops, Storm, and Nightcrawler had abrasions. The latter three had to clean up the mess and put Quicksilver on a stretcher to get him onto the X-Jet.

This speedster was too miserable, running into the Phoenix who was on the verge of losing control. Conservatively estimated, quite a few bones in his whole body were broken. Honestly, it was a great fortune to be alive.

Henry didn't help anyone; they wouldn't die anyway. In his ears, the siren sounds of police cars and fire trucks coming from afar were exceptionally harsh. It was evident that the police's follow-up forces would also be entering the scene.

They really don't come when they should, and they insist on coming when they shouldn't. American police always grasp the timing just right, making people itch with hatred.

As for the townspeople, although the houses in the town were affected by the battle and suffered some damage, no residents were seriously injured or killed. Even Jean Grey's biological father was fine, just quite frightened.

The X-Men were not a subordinate unit of the police, and with Professor X unable to handle matters, the group almost fled in a panic onto the X-Jet and flew back to their base beneath the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. Henry was mixed in among them.

Perhaps seeing that Mystique's life was saved made Professor X's worried face ease up a lot. At least that fifty-something-year-old face didn't look like a wrinkled bitter melon anymore.

It wasn't until Mystique and Quicksilver were sent to the medical platform and treated by Beast Hank personally that everyone knew how serious their injuries were.

Quicksilver had multiple serious fractures all over his body. Although his recovery speed was faster than an ordinary person's, it was ultimately not as good as the Flash with the Speed Force from the neighboring studio, and it didn't belong to the regenerative level of mutant ability.

So according to Hank's estimation, after the bone reduction surgery, Quicksilver would have to lie in bed for at least one to two weeks to fully recover. The only thing to be thankful for was that he didn't need steel pins, just some plaster casts.

Mystique was much worse off. Because of being squeezed by huge force, all her organs showed some degree of failure.

Since getting on the X-Jet, the IV drip hadn't stopped. Her vital signs were fluctuating, completely testing whether Beast's emergency treatment skills were up to par.

What was even more damn miserable was that this person hadn't even lost consciousness and still had a mouth to blabber on. It really was "the person dies but the mouth remains, immortal for ten thousand years."

"You said I called you over, was it just to watch a show? How does it feel to have watched a great drama of the X-Men's infighting at close range? How much do you think I should charge for the ticket to be worthy of this wonderful show?"

Although she could only speak weakly, it was enough for Mystique to unleash her poisonous tongue at the helper she had found who hadn't played any role.

Henry, leaning against the door, walked to Mystique's hospital bed. He maliciously extended a finger and pressed it into the position of her biceps brachii.

"Just by your heartfelt invitation, and by our friendship that is thinner than toilet paper, if I didn't come to watch this excitement, wouldn't it be too sorry? Who would sit at home and watch the news when they can eat melons at close range?" Henry said while speaking.

He didn't use much force, but it hurt enough to make Mystique's skin roll around, constantly changing her appearance.

It's a pity that this big mutant girl was very tough and didn't let out a single sound. She just bared her teeth and glared with wide eyes, wanting to glare this damn alien to death.

Henry, who was shooed away by Beast, smiled and continued, "Besides, do you really hope I would go to war with that girl? I don't want to be beaten up by her; if she were beaten up by me, you would also be sad and even blame me.

"So not making a move is the best choice. Besides, I only took one hit from her and left such a deep trench. You guys, these three-legged cats, didn't achieve much results and still made the town a mess.

"Once I let go and fight her, no matter who wins or loses, how much damage do you think it would bring to that town? Is this what you hope for? What the X-Men hope for? Or is it that compared to the lives and property of ordinary people, carrying out your goals is more important?"

No wonder some people like to stand on the moral high ground to lecture others; watching the other party speechless really gives a sense of pleasure.

Even Mystique couldn't say things like "it doesn't matter if the town is destroyed." After holding back for a long time, she popped out a sentence: "But you watched us get beaten!"

Henry said, "That's just an angry little girl. Only by letting her vent her anger can there be a way to talk to her calmly and find a solution. So I think letting her beat you up is a pretty good method."

"What kind of bullshit method is this? Is your brain filled with shit, and you can only think of this kind of plan?" Mystique continued to spray.

"How could it not be useful? She is familiar with you guys, right? As long as it's familiar enough, if you guys are beaten badly enough by her, maybe it can arouse her shame. As long as this emotion is generated, there is a chance to take advantage of the situation and disintegrate the anger in her heart."