"Phew."
"That was close!"
"We almost all went to meet God!"
Finally, after a flurry of quick operations by Hank, the jet successfully recovered at an altitude of only one hundred meters from the ground, and with a sky-splitting sonic boom, it once again soared to ten thousand meters in the sky.
Speaking of which, it was fortunate that this jet was designed by Hank himself, and he knew exactly what functions all those buttons had. Otherwise, with Charles's outburst this time, this group of Mutants, considered among the strongest of their kind, would have probably killed themselves.
Plummeting from ten thousand meters, coupled with the fuel and missiles inside the jet, even Colossus would probably die on the spot!
In such a situation, if there was any Mutant who could survive, it would probably only be Deadpool…
"Charles!"
"What exactly happened?"
"Did something terrifying occur?"
"You know, even when Eric assassinated the President, I never saw you lose control like this!"
After flying the jet to a level altitude and setting it to automatic mode, Beast Hank finally had the presence of mind to complain.
However, the constant throbbing pain in his brain also made the famous Beast's tone less than friendly.
As the Mutant who had been with Charles the longest, Beast Hank understood Charles's abilities better than anyone.
Hank was very sure about the cause of the pain in his brain.
Coupled with the fact that the culprit behind all this was Charles himself, Hank was incredibly annoyed.
If it weren't for having followed Charles for so long, Hank would have wanted to transform into Beast and tear Charles to shreds to end it.
First, he stunned everyone, and then he recklessly stimulated their brains. Hank didn't know how many brain cells he would lose this time.
After this situation passed, his Hank's brain would probably shrink a size, right? Who could endure this?
"No!"
"This time is different!"
As if he hadn't heard Hank's complaints, as if he hadn't taken Hank's complaints seriously, Charles paid no attention to Hank's tone, expression, or actions.
"It's over!"
"It's all over!"
"My life's work!"
"Our kind!"
"This time, it's all over!"
Charles seemed to have aged decades in an instant, his eyes filled with despair.
"All the students at the Mutant School are dead!"
"Those... they were all such promising talents for our Mutant kind!"
"Those... talents, they were the future of us Mutants!"
"But they just died like that!"
"Our future as Mutants is gone!"
Charles seemed unwilling to accept this fact, continuously muttering, "What?"
"What did you say?"
"All the students at the Mutant School are dead?"
"How is that possible!"
"That's impossible!"
"There were so many Mutant teachers there!"
"Did they all go to the bathroom?"
Amidst Charles's repeated mutterings, Hank finally understood what Charles was saying.
Hank finally knew why Charles had lost control of his powers earlier, launching an indiscriminate attack.
But! It was precisely because Hank heard what Charles was saying that he was so shocked! Hank couldn't believe it! Hank refused to believe any of it! After all, how long had they been gone? All the students at the Mutant School were dead? How was that possible? Even William Stryker, who was most hostile to Mutants, wouldn't kill all the Mutant students. Who would do such a thing? Who could do such a thing? Weren't they afraid of retaliation from all the surviving Mutants... "Retaliation!"
"Yes!"
"We must retaliate!"
"Everyone must die!"
Charles suddenly screamed frantically!
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