All present gathered to discuss what to do and tearfully decided to first address the internal issues. The problem caused by the discontinuation of the molten steel flow might not occur for at least another month, but the Iron Curtain would come down again in a few hours,
The admiral, standing behind General Davis, walked over and took the microphone. "Hello, Charles Xavier. I am the military's commander. We have a significant problem right now, and we hope you can help us solve it. You are the only one who can help us…"
The others wanted to stop him. After all, once they revealed their bottom line, they would have to prepare for significant losses. But after hesitating for a moment, he didn't step forward. It was now a choice between huge losses, or losing lives.
Making large concessions meant spending taxpayers' money, but if they didn't, they would be the ones to face the public's wrath. Within three seconds, everyone made their choice, revealing their bottom line with their eyes.
"Oh, what trouble?" Charles turned his chair to face Strange and Schiller, who were in the process of opening a portal in the middle of the office. He added, "If it involves the survival of the human race, the X-Men will be more than happy to help."
"Er, well..." General Davis hesitated momentarily but then spoke up. "There have been many tragedies recently, and an extremely irrational person, possibly with tremendous prejudice and paranoia, and who has the same mind-control ability as you, is approaching New York…"
Charles, with phone in hand, stepped through the portal onto the top of Stark Building. Schiller behind him gestured, and Charles nodded in response.
At that moment, on the other end of the phone, the door was pushed open again. Another officer rushed in and reported, "Attention!The plane has landed! Schiller Rodriguez… has arrived in New York!!!!!"
As soon as his words fell, everyone in the room became tense because they had all felt their thoughts pause for about a second.
A psy-storm had swept through all of New York.
There was no smoke, no explosions, no mushroom clouds, but everyone had conjured up scenes of EMP weapons firing in their minds.
Starting from a central point, a powerful wave of thought fluctuations radiated out, instantly reaching New York's millions of residents. Like a drop of water falling onto a calm lake, causing ripples. Or like a booming spring thunder, scattering the cloud layers as it splits into them.
"Charles...Charles!!! Stop him!! Professor X!!!" someone rushed up to the receiver and shouted, "You can have anything you want, just stop him. Don't let him destroy New York!!"
"This is a warning! He's warning us! Stop him quickly," someone else yelled, their voices choked with sobs.
The psy-storm that covered all of New York just now didn't cause any substantial physical harm. For ordinary people, such a one-or-two-second lapse of thought is quite common in their daily life.
Many people often experience brief moments of distraction when focusing on something. Even the genius researchers do the same.
Even if everyone were to experience this simultaneously, no one would shout about it, except for those who had been on alert already. No one else was aware of what had just happened.
The military and congress members, who had been on edge for the past few hours, finally collapsed. The psychological pressure they had been under for these hours kept increasing, pushing them to their limits. The slightest whisper of trouble would make them suspect a calamity.
"Professor! Only you have the power to stop him! Hurry up, please. Don't let him destroy humanity. We're willing to pay any price…"
"But…" Charles sounded hesitant over the receiver, "As far as I know, your conflict is ideological. It's an internal dispute in human society; mutants can't get involved…"
"I never take a stand on political issues, nor do I take sides. So wouldn't it be a conflict of interest if I were to help you with him?"
"Of course, you can. You're part of humanity. You'll only be protecting ordinary people. Hurry, he's almost here…"
Meanwhile, in Stark's office in Heaven, Tony was looking at a strangely shaped device in his hand. He said,
"Just now, Jarvis said that his signal had encountered some interference, and it seems that the minds of everyone in New York were slightly disrupted. When did Schiller gain that ability?"
At this moment, the portal opened, and Schiller stuck half of his body out, waving at Tony inside. "Tony, why on earth did you design so many buttons for this freeze chamber? Just now it gave a low temperature warning. Which button should I press to stop this damn freezing chamber?"
"Didn't I tell you? The largest button controls the intelligent temperature regulation… Wait, Schiller, when did you acquire mind-control powers? Didn't you say that your mind sensing ability can only pick up vague emotions?"
Schiller paused before replying, "When did I get mind control powers?... I don't have them. I've always only been able to vaguely sense emotions."
"Then, what was that psy-storm that just broke out in New York? Don't try to fool me. I had already used magical energy to maintain contact with Jarvis before I came in. He told me that according to his data…"