Yang Bo had not left the yacht. He was still sitting on the deck, enjoying the fresh sea breeze.
He was waiting for people. Not only would the still-absent Azazel come here, but Magneto would also arrive that night.
"Sir, I found it."
Colonel Hendry's voice came from the cabin. Holding a metal helmet, he jogged over to Yang Bo and handed it to him.
Yang Bo toyed with the helmet with interest. This was the helmet Magneto wore, capable of blocking psychic powers. If they could thoroughly study it and turn it into a circlet that would not easily fall off, or an accessory that could be carried around, they could put psychic ability users out of work.
"There doesn't seem to be anything special about it. I'll take it back and have Ivan or Kaecilius study it."
If they could develop equipment that blocked demonic whispers, it would make things much easier when Kaecilius invaded the Nether to resurrect his family.
Just then, a red figure appeared out of thin air on the deck. He wore a black suit, a stark contrast to the pure white outfits worn by Sebastian Shaw, Emma Frost, and Riptide.
"Shaw, the Soviets..."
He was somewhat surprised once he saw the situation on the deck, but only somewhat. As far as he was concerned, no one could pose a threat to him.
"Hey, who are you?"
He stared at Yang Bo, who was lying on a sun lounger, ready to teleport at any moment.
Perhaps Azazel's arrival had given Shaw some courage. He rose from his crouch, walked over to Azazel, and smiled.
"Sir, I think we can talk this over."
Yang Bo sat up. A Wand had already appeared in his right hand, and he tapped it lightly against his left palm.