A person in Marvel, a system worker
The original Charles and Wolverine spent two days at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. On the third day, Mike returned to the academy.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
A dull, loud thud.
The ground shook slightly.
Deadpool was wearing his classic bodysuit, well... to be precise, just a hood and a top. He wore a pure white loincloth and rainbow-colored stockings, revealing two hairy thighs.
He ran around yelling like a little girl.
It's extremely offensive to the eyes.
Two people were chasing Deadpool: one was Colossus, whose work caused the loud noise and tremors, and the other was the short-haired Negasonic Teenage Warhead.
Deadpool wasn't particularly fast, but Colossus's enormous weight made him slow, so Deadpool would occasionally slow down and make various moves to tease him.
"Come and get me, come and get me..." Deadpool stopped five meters away from Colossus, and you could smell his smugness even through the mask.
He truly deserves the nickname " Little Deadpool ".
Negasonic Teenage Warhead, following behind Colossus, didn't have a strong desire to catch Deadpool; he simply followed at a leisurely pace because Colossus was his partner.
Hearing Deadpool's words and seeing his actions, he couldn't help but unleash his energy, crashing into Colossus.
The enormous and incredibly heavy Colossus took flight, spreading his arms in mid-air like a hunting eagle.
Deadpool was smugly being cheeky, saw a shadow and tented his eyes with his hand, saying, "Hoolishatter!"
Then, like a pitiful little chick,
Suddenly, he was pinned down by the eagle.
Colossus got up, stared at the Negasonic Teenage Warhead for two seconds, and gave a thumbs up:
"Well done!"
Deadpool lay sprawled on the ground, his body flattened, his limbs twitching intermittently. If it were an ordinary person, they would be sent straight to the morgue.
Colossus picked up the limp, mud-like Deadpool and strode away.
The students at the college were not alarmed; they seemed to have gotten used to it and treated it as a regular occurrence.
Ororo said, " Piotr has always wanted Deadpool to join the X-Men."
Mike's lips twitched. "Your recruitment methods are really... unique."
"Going back today?" When the old Charles saw Mike, he realized what Mike had come for.
"Hmm," Mike replied.
Mike told the old Logan the date of his return, but Logan obviously didn't tell Charles, probably wanting Charles to have some peace and quiet in the next couple of days.
The older Charles did not react particularly to the return.
They showed no attachment to this world.
Mike noticed that the older version of Logan had become much younger. If before he had gray hair and beard, looking like a decrepit sixty-year-old man, now he probably looked like the older brother of the younger version of Logan.
"We tried restoring Logan's Healing Factor, and it's working well," said Beast Hank, who was standing nearby.
Hank blue skin and a muscular build like an gorilla, but he is one of the most intelligent people in the world, proficient in evolutionary biology, genetics, biochemistry, and more, and is also an equipment manufacturing expert for the X-Men team.
Mike gave a thumbs-up and politely praised, "Awesome!"
Hank was surprisingly a little shy, waving his hand and saying, "It's alright, not complicated at all. It's just injecting Little Logan's blood and using the healing factors in it to repair Old Logan's genes."
In the woods of the estate, there is a cleared area.
After a while...
Happy drove over in Old Logan's limousine; the damaged door had already been repaired.
Happy took a box from the trunk.
Open.
The instrument inside the box looks like an antenna.
Happy flipped a switch and chuckled, " Tony said it's super easy to use, even a fool could do it. Look, I can do it too."
Mike: "..."
Don't you think what you said was a little strange?
Stark's voice came through the Mike on the device. " Mike, are you ready?"
"I was wondering if there's anything I need to prepare in particular?"
"Um... in that case, should I ask, is everyone here?"
"They're all there."
"Then I'm all set. And... good luck. Begin!"
At that moment, young Logan suddenly spoke up, "Can I come with you to that world?"
The others looked surprised; it was clear that young Logan had acted on a whim.
Ororo chimed in, "I want to go too."
The others all expressed their desire to go together.
Mike looked at young Charles, who nodded.
However, Mike pointed to young Logan and said, "He can do it, but the others can't."
Ororo asked, "Why?"
Mike said, "It's simple. Teleportation technology isn't mature yet. Who knows if they might teleport the upper body but leave the lower body behind, or miss a part? Wolverine can heal himself, so it's not a big problem."
The probability of an accident is extremely small, because the teleportation relies primarily on Mike's abilities, not the teleportation device.
He simply didn't want to bring anyone along; he found it too troublesome.
A beam of purple energy shot out from the end of the antenna.
A small gap appeared in the air.
Like a broken piece of a mirror.
Mike reached out and tore open the small gap, creating a black hole the size of a tunnel.
Let's go.
Mike took the lead and entered the black hole.
Old Wolverine lifted Old Charles into the car, stepped on the gas, and drove into the black hole.
Finally, there's young Logan.
In the blink of an eye, young Logan found himself no longer at school. The time was also wrong; it was already dark. He stood on a bumpy, uneven concrete surface.
There was a row of houses in front, with illuminated signs for motels hanging on them.
"Hurry! Hurry!"
Four masked men ran toward young Logan.
Logan smelled a strong stench of blood on them. Clearly, these people were no good.
In fact, upon seeing Logan in the middle of the road, one of them raised his hand and fired two shots.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Ruthless.
However, Logan did not fall to the ground as they expected. Instead, he looked down at his wounds. Two bullets had struck his heart with pinpoint accuracy, aimed at vital organs from the very beginning.
At this moment, the self-healing wound pushed the bullet out.
bass!
The Adamantium claws shot out.
When it comes to ruthlessness, who is Logan afraid of?
Less than twenty seconds.
Two masked men lay on the ground groaning; both were dead.
Mike came out of the hotel.
Looking down at the masked man who was still alive, he said:
"Isn't it a gang feud? It's one thing for dogs to fight each other, but why drag innocent bosses and employees into it?"
The masked man struggled to say, "We are..."
Mike reached out and glanced at them from a distance. "Snap!" The necks of the two masked men snapped, and they were dead.
Mike said to young Logan, "The teleportation location isn't very accurate; the people are a bit scattered."
Young Logan asked, "What about them?"
He was asking about Old Logan and Old Charles.
Mike: "They're nearby. We heard gunshots and they're on their way."
Sure enough, less than a minute later, the limousine pulled up to the side of the road, and the old Logan walked over.
He glanced at the four corpses on the ground, but remained unmoved.
He said to Mike, "A few days have passed here too, which is slightly shorter than your world's timeline..."
"Oh." Mike stroked his chin and said, "I'm not entirely sure about the specifics either. I lack experience and haven't grasped the patterns yet. Hopefully, it won't affect you."
Older Logan thought for a moment, "I might need to find a new job."
The limousine wasn't his. His disappearance for several days without explanation was bound to attract attention; of course, people would report him missing to the police. Even if he returned the car, he'd definitely lose his job.