On the way to the air force base, Mike and his party were making the final preparations in the plane.
In order to facilitate cooperation, everyone briefly introduced their abilities.
"This red dart, you activate it and throw it at the rocket, and you figure it out yourself."
Hank Pym handed Mike three small darts. Hank Pym had already introduced him to the function of this thing.
Mike put them in his dimensional pocket, turned his head and saw that Nick Fury was eating happily with a bucket of cookies, his eyes lit up.
"I will use this."
With that said, in Nick Fury's expression of anger, he poured the other party's biscuits on the table and put away the iron bucket containing the cookies.
Looking at the bear cookies on the table,
Fury's face was distressed.
"You can't bear a cookie bucket?"
Mike looked at Nick Fury with contempt.
Nick Fury pouted and brought all the bear biscuits in front of him.
Seeing this scene, Mike's looked at him.
Compared with the future bald chief, Nick Fury is still far behind.
Although his mind is still sharp, it is not dark enough, and there are often some childish behaviors.
Maybe this is his nature,
Imagine that, now he is just a third-level agent, and the things he has on his shoulders are not comparable to those many years later.
Waiting for the day when his head is bald, when he bears a lot of secrets, then the famous Nick Fury will be born.
Therefore, it is quite interesting to occasionally bully Nick Fury, who is still a third-level agent and a rookie.
Their primary target is the rocket carrying the virus, followed by the Black King.
After the rocket was launched, it will be solved by Mike.
As for the black king, he must not let him go this time, otherwise the virus incident will happen again.
Next time, they won't be so lucky to know where the virus will be released.
And if you want to keep the black king, you must get rid of the red devil.
"Red Devil..."
The crowd groaned.
"Let me do it."
Mike groaned and took over this tricky task.
Hearing this, everyone nodded.
For Mike, they trust on his abilities.
"What about him?"
Remy LeBeau pointed to Nick Fury.
Mike sneered and said, "How about making him a human bomb?"
Hank Pym praised with a serious expression: "Nice idea."
There were also smiles on Scott and Logan's faces.
Nick Fury: "..."
...
Just as Mike and the others flew to the base, Charles and Eric were anxiously waiting for dinner today.
They were so impressed by these meals.
"I'll never say school meals are unpalatable again."
Eric slumped weakly on the table.
Charles looked at the kitchen carefully, and was relieved when he saw that there was no suspicious gas coming out of the kitchen.
After a moment, Clark smiled and walked out with dinner.
Seeing the smile on Clark's face, the two shuddered.
But after their first bite, they found themselves shivering early.
This sweet and sour pork ribs was so sour and the meat was tough and dry...
Looking at the expressions of the two, Clark was also a little helpless.
Every time his father cooks, he says that a little, this moment, how does he know how much a little is, and a moment is a few minutes?
So, he can only add a little, then add a little, cook for a while, cook for a while...
In the end, the smell that appeared made him feel uncomfortable.
But food can't be wasted, it's too painful for him to eat alone, so they must bear the pain together.
They are brothers after all.
Yes, bro!
When Clark thought of this, he instantly felt at ease.
After a difficult dinner, Clark cleaned up the dishes, Charles and Eric were thankful that they were lucky enough to survive today, turned on the TV, and changed the TV programs randomly.
"Eh? Launch a rocket!"
Eric's eyes lit up and he hurriedly shouted to Charles to come and see.
Charles ate a milk candy, and slipped one into Eric to ease the sour taste in his mouth.
Charles looked at the introduction on the TV and was surprised when he heard that the rocket was more than forty meters long, and asked Eric, "Can you control such a big rocket?"
Eric shook hands, shook his head and said, "No, it's too big, I feel like i still can't do that."
"Worse? What's worse?"
Clark came out, sat next to Charles, and said, "Give me a candy."
"there is none left!"
Charles shook his head.
Clark swept his gaze and controlled his eyes to look through Charles' clothes. After seeing the candy in his pocket, he took it out, shook it in front of Charles' eyes, tore the package and threw it into his mouth.
Charles: "..."
Nothing can be hidden from the eyes of this demon.
Charles turned to look at Clark and said, "Can you lift that rocket?"
"I don't know, I haven't tried it."
Clark shook his head, but he thought that maybe.
"The rocket is two minutes away from launch."
Eric exclaimed.
At this moment, the screen switched, and a strange figure suddenly appeared on the TV screen.
The man was standing in the command center, looking at the camera with a smile, and behind him was a messy battlefield that had settled down.
"Who is he? The one who launched the rocket?"
Charles asked curiously.
Clark frowned and said, "It doesn't look like it."
At this moment, the man said: "I am the Black King, Sebastian Shaw, the person who will create a new world, please remember this name, no matter if you survive for a while to complete the transformation and become mutants, Or be destroyed along with the old world."
Speaking of this, the black king's face was unconsciously stained with a hint of fanaticism, pointing to the rocket waiting to be ignited, and said: "When it rises high in the sky, God's brilliance will spread throughout the world, and God's choice will Start."
And he will become God.
"Live or die, pray!"
Listening to Black King's words like a cult pyramid scheme, some people were sarcastic, some were dumbfounded, but more were fearful.
And in the Office of the President at the White House...
"Damn it, stop the launch!."
The president cried out in exasperation.
His originally smiling face became extremely unsightly when he saw the Black King
The vice president said with a pale face: "The command center has lost contact!"
"Then destroy it!"
"We can't do it." The vice president said anxiously: "A lot of our people have been controlled. They have already controlled the launch pad with the Black King's men, and the equipment in the entire base has been controlled by a mutant. It was just reported, so this is the final news."
Hearing this, the president opened his mouth and fell into the chair in horror.
But before they could react more and come up with a solution, the Black King started the countdown.
"Three, two, one!"
With the voice of the black emperor, the rocket started to ignite, spewing bright and dazzling fire, after breaking free from the ground, under the gaze of a pair of eyes, it slowly lifted into the air.
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