Charles suppressed the panic in his heart and quickly finalized their battle plan, speaking urgently:
"When the elevator opens, I'll immediately tie down their Telepath and block her Mind Stone Powers. Everyone else, stick to your roles. End this quickly."
"Erik, your target is Shaw. Focus everything on him. Don't hold back. Moira, keep your gun trained on the Mutant who controls wind. Prioritize suppressing him, and don't hesitate to fire. Hank, the red-skinned Mutant is yours. Be extremely careful. He has Teleportation. Absolutely no close contact. Focus on keeping him occupied and blocking him."
"I'll contact Raven immediately and rally all the Mutants here to help us. Hopefully, we haven't arrived too late."
With the orders given, everyone immediately prepared for battle.
Moira briskly raised her hands and chambered a round in her pistol, her fingers gripping it firmly. Her expression was tense, ready to open fire on the enemy at any moment.
Though Hank was a genius with an extraordinary IQ, this was his first time facing a battle between Mutants. He could not help feeling nervous, his breathing growing slightly tight as every muscle in his body tensed in readiness.
Erik alone radiated a chilling, bone-deep hostility.
He repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fingers, the knife in his palm floating slightly under the support of his magnetic field.
Without the White Queen's psychic interference, the Black King was certain to die this time!
Today, he could finally settle his blood feud of so many years!
The Vought employee accompanying them as their guide watched them bracing for a formidable enemy. His heart tightened, and he instinctively shrank back, tentatively asking in a quiet voice:
"This is inside Vought Tower. What... what are you going to do?"
Charles explained to the employee in an urgent but very patient