En Sabah Nur looked coldly at the cornered Whitehall, then spoke. "Mortal, put away that childish weapon of yours. You have no idea who you're talking to."
"You—you can understand me now?" Whitehall asked in delight.
"Your language wasn't difficult to learn," En Sabah Nur said disdainfully.
Although the collar severely suppressed his power, it didn't completely block it. He could still use his telepathic abilities to quickly learn whatever knowledge he needed. En Sabah Nur could do more than dig knowledge out of other people's minds; he could even obtain information directly from electromagnetic waves.
In the movie X-Men: Apocalypse, all he had to do was touch a television to learn English and the history of humanity during the thousands of years he had been asleep.
That ability to learn so quickly was one of En Sabah Nur's gifts.
Whitehall knew very well that En Sabah Nur was his last hope, so he had to cling to that final lifeline. He didn't care if he had to use the most childish threats to control him.
While he and En Sabah Nur traded words, all the fighter jets that had scattered earlier returned. They slowed down and circled above the ruins.
These bizarrely shaped aircraft could actually cruise at such low speeds—a capability that completely exceeded Hydra's expectations. Modern supersonic fighters generally relied on their tremendous speed, streaking over their targets to deliver precise strikes like a bayonet thrust.
No one had ever heard of fighters circling overhead like World War II propeller planes. These days, even dogfighting was gradually becoming obsolete, with everyone seeking to destroy the enemy beyond visual range. Some fighter jets even did away with guns and carried only missiles.
So a fighter that could fly at supersonic speeds and also cruise slowly was an absolute