The Terrifying Magneto

At eleven that night, a jet slowly rose from the villa lawn, then quickly cloaked itself and vanished.

"Professor Jean, what are Hawking and the others going to do?"

Wanda leaned against the window of the second-floor room, watching the aircraft disappear before turning to Phoenix beside her.

Phoenix patted Wanda's head.

"Hawking and the teachers have gone to fight bad guys. They'll be back soon."

"When I grow up, I want to fight bad guys with Hawking too!"

Wanda waved her hand. She was not particularly interested in fighting bad guys, but she wanted to be with Hawking.

Phoenix smiled and crouched down.

"Then you'll have to work hard. I heard your ability is to control the movement of objects. Mine is too."

"But right now, I can only move a tiny cup."

Red light lit up in Wanda's hands, and the cup on the nearby table slowly floated into her palm.

Phoenix comforted her at once.

"Not everyone is as gifted as Hawking. We can train slowly, and one day, you can become an X-Man like him and help those who need help."

If Hawking had heard that, he would definitely have complained bitterly.

A wielder of the Phoenix Force and a wielder of Chaos Magic were talking about talent here. Whose talent could compare to theirs?

"I'll train hard."

Wanda nodded firmly, then looked back out the window and silently prayed in her heart.

"Hawking, you have to come back safely!"

Then she turned to look at her other older brother, Pietro. That guy was sprawled across the bed, sleeping soundly.

"They're both my older brothers, so why is the difference so huge?"

Hawking had gone with the teachers to fight bad guys and protect them, while Pietro had stolen her favorite pudding at dinner.

Meanwhile, Hawking, unaware that Little Wanda was worrying about him, was on the jet as Storm helped him put on a downsized X-Suit.

"Professor Ororo, I actually don't think I need to wear this."

"This suit is made from special materials. I only finished altering it this afternoon. It can effectively resist some physical and energy damage and keep you safe. You have to wear it!"

Storm gave him a serious reminder.

"Alright, alright!"

Hawking wanted to tell Storm that whenever he transformed, the clothes on his body would automatically turn into a Turtle School Martial Arts Uniform, so wearing it was pointless.

But then he considered that the X-Suit would still protect him after his transformation ended, which did not seem bad. In the end, he gave up arguing.

"Um... Teacher Ororo, I can put it on myself."

"This suit isn't like ordinary clothing. It's not easy to put on the first time. I'll help you, so watch carefully. Then you'll know how to put it on next time."

Storm ignored Hawking's protest.

Hawking could only helplessly lament in his heart that he had not developed quickly enough.

In his Previous Life, he had been the type to develop late. Maybe because he had always been in foster care with no one looking after him, and his living conditions had been poor, his nutrition had not kept up. That was why he had developed relatively late and had not looked very tall at eleven or twelve.

Unlike kids nowadays, whose nutrition kept up with them. Many eleven- or twelve-year-olds already looked like little adults.

On top of that, perhaps because Sun Goku's Saiyan bloodline had merged into him, the condition was even more obvious. With the tail behind his butt, he instead gave people an innocent, harmless impression.

Seeing Hawking get embarrassed, Wolverine, who was smoking a cigar nearby, could barely keep the grin off his face.

"Logan, don't smoke on the jet. Can't you see there's still a child here?"

But Hawking immediately snapped at him.

Storm also shot Wolverine a stern look.

"Uh, right. You're still a child."

Wolverine instantly stopped smiling and could only helplessly crush the cigar out in his palm.

Three hours later, the jet flew from New York to the skies above Alkali Lake in Canada.

After activating the jet's cloaking device and slowly landing it in a patch of snow outside the dam, everyone began discussing how to get into the base.

"There's only one spillway through the entire dam that we can enter through. But the problem is, as soon as we show up, Stryker can open the floodgates. Then we'll all drown!"

Storm activated the jet's virtual simulation display and explained after showing them the dam's structural diagram.

"Kurt, can you teleport us inside?"

"No. Unless it's somewhere I've been before or somewhere I can see, I can't teleport there. I'd get stuck in a wall."

Nightcrawler shook his head like a rattle.

At that moment, Wolverine stepped forward.

"I'll go. Stryker won't let me die."

"Wolverine, no matter who goes, the goal is to enter the control room, find the device that shuts off the spillway, and figure out how to operate it. How are you going to do that? With your Claws?"

Magneto spoke with a trace of mockery.

Wolverine glared.

"At least I'm willing to take the risk!"

"But I don't want to take risks."

Magneto looked at Mystique, who had already transformed into Wolverine.

"That shapeshifting ability really is useful."

Seeing Mystique, who looked exactly like Wolverine, Hawking could not help sighing inwardly.

If she did not want to completely change the status of mutants like Magneto did, Mystique was actually one of the mutants who had the least reason to worry about living in the human world.

As long as she did not cause trouble, no one could find or capture her. She could live very well.

Everyone had personally experienced Mystique's infiltration abilities, so Magneto's proposal for her to transform into Wolverine and enter the base naturally passed.

They waited quietly inside the jet. About twenty minutes later, Mystique's relaxed voice came through the communicator.

"The device has been shut down. You can come in now!"

The jet's rear hatch opened. Hawking silently took out his Mickey Mouse Children's Sunglasses and put them on, then ran with everyone toward the dam's spillway.

Looking at the round moon hanging overhead, he could not help muttering to himself.

"Hopefully I won't have to turn into a Great Ape."

"Weak yet arrogant humans."

Looking at the heavily armed human soldiers blocking the spillway, Magneto let out a disdainful snort.

At once, the pins on the grenades hanging from the soldiers' waists were all pulled free by his power, while the rifles clenched in their hands flew out and aimed at their owners.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!

In an instant, the dozens of elite soldiers Stryker had sent to guard the spillway were all dead.

"As expected of Old Man Wan, the man who always makes an entrance. He really is terrifying."

The sight made Hawking's brows twitch.

Magneto's ability to manipulate magnetic fields was truly the nemesis of modern high-tech weapons. Especially once he wore a helmet that prevented psychic intrusion, he practically had no weaknesses.

Thinking back to how Magneto had instantly stopped countless missiles in the movies, lifted and relocated the nearly two-thousand-meter-long Golden Gate Bridge with a wave of his hand, and flown through the air with an entire massive stadium, he truly was absurdly overpowered.

Fortunately, Magneto in this universe was closer to the movie version. If he were the Magneto from the comics, that would have been even more ridiculous.