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"Logan, I need your help in the attack."

Dragging Logan to his side, Russell cut to the chase. "Jean and Magneto are together, and this duo must be separated. I need you to help me hold Jean back. Once I've dealt with Magneto, I'll come help you."

Logan had only known Russell for a short time and believed him, nodding solemnly. "Before that, I need to ask you one question: how would you deal with... Jean?"

Russell raised his hand and smeared it across his neck, then across his shoulders and legs, and said viciously, "This woman Oblivion to ashes by Charles. I won't be satisfied until I tear her to pieces."

"But you said Charles is still alive!"

"If we don't kill her, Charles will just be a goner no matter how many times he comes back to life..." Russell patted Logan on the shoulder. "Don't be sad, the future will be bright."

Logan's face fell when he heard this. He had heard Russell talk about Days of Future Past and planned to buy some history textbooks to read after the war.

That being said, America history doesn't seem too difficult to learn. Although it's chaotic, it's short!

At the same time, he firmly believed that rather than letting Russell tear the violin to pieces, he would rather relieve the violin's suffering by his own hands, so that at least the other party could die with some dignity.

As for whether he could win or not, Logan didn't consider it. It didn't matter if he couldn't win, he had love!

Rumble—

The water Elemental Giant swung its hand down, but the moment it landed, it touched some kind of force, causing its hand and arm to collapse and disappear.

It doesn't break down into molecules or atoms, but simply disappears, like a pencil mark erased by an eraser, its very existence eliminated.

The difference in strength is too great; they are not on the same level, and quantity cannot compensate for it.

Russell was overjoyed. Before the Elemental Giant collapsed, he used the water to wrap around Logan's legs, swung him around half a circle, and then suddenly hurled the Adamantium dart at Phoenix Woman.

The water element collapsed incredibly quickly; almost the instant Logan released it, the towering giant vanished without a trace.

Russell raised his hand and summoned another earth-shattering Great Tsunami. He landed on the crest of the wave, separating Jean Grey and Magneto into two different areas.

Magneto> Logan> Jean > Magneto

With just three people, a perfect food chain loop was formed. Russell was afraid of disrupting the cycle, so he dared not join in rashly. He summoned dozens of giant water elemental wolves from the tsunami and chased Magneto all over the place.

If it were Magneto from the comics, Russell would definitely be very polite, but since he's a weaker version of Iron Man!

Out of respect for Magneto's old face, Russell wouldn't really make things difficult for him. At most, he'd just give him a set of silly, old-fashioned Silly Bird, and then hand them over to Ororo to be passed on to Professor X.

But then again, if it weren't for his old face, Russell would definitely have ignored him.

Rumble!!

With towering waves crashing around him, Magneto, standing on a car door, weaves through the surging waters, using the metal plates around him to defeat any wolves that attack.

In this chase, Magneto found himself in a sorry state on Russell's home turf, with nowhere to go but to be trapped in the crevice of a tsunami hundreds of meters high, with no way to escape.

"Why?"

Magneto glared at Russell: "You have such great power that you can easily overthrow human cities, why didn't you stand up before?"

Russell: "..."

Are you talking to me?

According to Deadpool's theory, why are you asking me? Ask the writers and directors!

"Where were you when humans persecuted Mutants? Where were you when your fellow mutants were killed?" Magneto asked in rapid succession, his face flushed red with emotion. "Now that humans have raised their swords, and we are rising up in rebellion, you have appeared. Why is that?"

"There aren't so many whys, it's just a personal grudge between you and me."

"What?"

Magneto was bewildered, not remembering any interaction with Russell, and wondered where the feud came from.

Whoosh!

A wave of water crashed down from the sky, Magneto hurriedly raised his metal plate to block it. A flash of silver light passed through the gap, and a syringe containing the 'Mutant Cure' was firmly inserted into his shoulder.

A strong sense of fatigue and weakness spread throughout his body. Magneto felt as if his body had been hollowed out, like an ordinary old man who had lost his ability to control metal, and he fell into the sea.

A stream of water swept over Magneto, wrapped around his waist, and brought him to Russell's side.

Looking directly into Magneto's imposing eyes, Russell smiled, leaned closer, and whispered, "The serum has a problem, just like that kid's power—it's not permanent. Your power will automatically recover after a while; just keep that to yourself. Find a park to play chess sometime, and keep a low profile so no one notices."

"..."

Magneto's expression instantly became incredibly complex, unable to understand Russell's motives.

"Now it's time for our personal feud..." Russell suddenly changed his tune, pulling a digital camera from behind his back. "Gandalf, I'm giving you a choice: cover your backside or cover your face, which do you choose?"

(˙灬˙)

Magneto was speechless with shock. After a long while, seeing Russell's serious expression, realizing he wasn't joking, tears welled up in his eyes. "How could you... me, an old man, all skin and bones..."

"Stop talking nonsense. If I decide for you, then I'll have nothing left."

"Um, can you cover the lens?"

In the center of the island, Jean and Logan gaze deeply into each other's eyes, surrounded by a chaotic, Dark Dimension where anything touched is mercilessly erased and disappears from the world.

The Phoenix Force was restless and tried to kill Logan several times, but Jean's remaining rationality suppressed it. As a result, Logan was not killed instantly and slowly moved closer to Jean.

Even so, the lingering aftershocks were something Logan couldn't withstand. His flesh and blood disappeared and regenerated rapidly. He thought it was his own healing factor, but he didn't know that it was Jean who helped him complete the repair.

The X-Men watched from a corner, each conflicted, hoping Logan would deliver the fatal blow to Jean, yet unwilling to see her perish.

"How is it going? Did Logan kiss her...?" Russell suddenly appeared, startling everyone so much that they almost attacked him.

"Mr. Russell, where is Magneto?" Ororo asked urgently.

"I injected Magneto with the serum and then let him go."

"Sigh, we let him go so easily..."

"Don't worry, I've taught him a lesson he'll never forget. I've already transferred the data to the spacecraft. Remember to give it to Charles; he'll definitely like it." After saying that, Russell ignored everyone else's reactions, crouched down, and watched the melodramatic soap opera unfold.

In less than half a minute, his teeth ached from the sourness. Superhero movies should look like superhero movies, what is this garbage?

Just like how science fiction movies don't show any science fiction scenes and focus entirely on romance, there's a reason why the third X-Men movie flopped.

It's only because it has a big IP and a large fan base that no one would go to the cinema to make pirated copies.

"Would the Phoenix Force work?"

Russell is questioning the Skill Card; if they can't even destroy Logan's underwear, how can they win against Dormammu?

With this kind of performance, losing is one thing, but if they had won...

Dormammu is a Dimensional Demon God, yet he's not even as good as a pair of underwear. Doesn't he have any dignity?

After a moment's hesitation, Russell, without waiting for the finale, grabbed Deadpool by the collar and dragged him toward the lab's entrance. The latter yelled repeatedly, muttering things like "No," "I can't," and "I'm not ready yet."

"Wade, let's move on to the next world. Hurry up and get moving." Ignoring Deadpool's foul language, Russell found a perfectly intact door, threw him through it, and specifically requested to go to the world of [X-Men: Dark Phoenix].

"Dude, Logan over there is about to cry, and you dragged me over here. You do whatever you want without considering my feelings at all. What do you take me for?"

"Open the door!"

"Shit, I've put up with you for too long!" Deadpool roared, drawing his twin swords in a duel.

Russell scoffed at the sight and threw all the US dollars in his Space Ring onto the ground. Deadpool immediately dropped his twin swords, pounced on the ground, and stuffed the US dollars into his uniform.

"Damn it, if you had just let Franklin speak up earlier, none of this would have happened!" Deadpool, his body bulging, pushed open the large iron door in front of him without Russell saying anything more.

The two continued inside, this time to a slightly better location—a bank's... safe. The walls were entirely metal, with drawers of various sizes on either side, and a circular door directly in front.

"..."X2

Russell looked at Deadpool covered in cash, then at the surveillance camera above them. Deadpool was watching it too. The two remained silent, unsure of what to say.

An alarm sounded, the metal gate rotated and locked, and white mist began to be released from the vents in the wall.

Deadpool panicked, "Dude, what should we do? If word gets out, I'll lose followers!"

"Wade, do you know what a self-inflicted injury strategy is?"