When Quicksilver and Eric reached the kitchen in the building's underground prison and the exit leading to the back door, they found that the area had already been infiltrated and taken over by a group of people.
Several cooks and guards lay unconscious on the floor, the fire alarm system had been activated, and the sprinklers made it appear as if a heavy rain was falling inside.
This group was, of course, led by Charles, along with Hank and Garfield.
"I didn't expect you to save . But let be clear - you are the last person I wanted to see today," Eric said as he looked at Charles, his gaze going down to Charles' legs. He was surprised, "Your legs... are healed?"
"Listen, Eric." Charles, drenched by the sprinklers, stared at him coldly, "If it wasn't absolutely necessary, I wouldn't be here to save you! Now that I am, you must follow my orders!"
"I don't have my helt, so I have no choice but to listen to you," Eric said, pointing to his head.
Without the helt that Shaw had made to block telepathy, he had no defense against Charles' powers and had to obey.
"I can't get inside your filthy mind anymore, not that I want to," Charles muttered, turning his head away.
Before Eric could ask what he ant by "can't", the kitchen security door opened and about ten prison guards ard with special handguns burst into the room.
"Don't move!" The guards pointed their weapons at Charles and his group, including Garfield, who was standing on the table with his claws outstretched.
"Charles, freeze them," Eric whispered.
Charles shook his head repeatedly, "I can't do that anymore. I've lost that ability."
Eric seed to understand. Luckily, the kitchen was full of tal tools. Just as he was about to use his magnetic powers, in a split second, the guards were all unconscious on the floor.
Quicksilver was already on the other side, casually dusting off his hands, having dealt with the situation before anyone could react.
Suddenly, a burst of flas appeared in the corner of the kitchen and Azazel stepped out.
He smiled at Eric, "Long ti no see," and then turned to Charles, "A private plane is waiting for you at New York's private airport. Once you board, you'll leave New York and head for Paris."
Eric's eyes narrowed as he asked, "What's going on? Don't tell even *he* is in on this now?"
Azazel explained, "Master and I are just observing this ti. The rest is up to you."
"That's just like him," Eric muttered, deep in thought.
---
Ten minutes later, the prison building issued a high-level alert. At the sa ti, a private plane took off from an airport in New York, bound for Paris.
In the VIP cabin of the private plane, Charles sat holding a grumpy Garfield. Facing Eric, he inford him of the impending crisis, explaining that it all stemd from Raven's current solo actions.
Eric sipped his drink and said, "So you're saying we have to get to the governnt eting in Paris before Raven kills the scientist who created the Sentinels and stop her from changing the future?"
"Exactly. We also need to protect them and keep them from falling into the hands of the research facilities," Charles replied, leaning forward to et Eric's eyes. "All this is because of you. It was you who led her down a dark path. The Raven I know would never kill anyone."
"You don't understand," Eric stood up and leaned over the table, his voice cold and full of anger. "I fight for the mutant cause, for our cause! Charles, the one who really failed us is you!"
Eric's magnetic powers were deeply tied to his emotions. Fueled by anger, his magnetic field expanded uncontrollably, directly affecting the private plane flying nearly ten thousand ters above the ground. It was as if an invisible hand was gripping the plane, causing the fuselage to buckle visibly inward.
As Hank piloted the plane, his expression changed as the plane began to lose control due to the interference from Eric's magnetic field.
Faced with Eric's rage, Charles, who had lost his abilities, and Logan, who was currently inhabiting Garfield's body, were powerless to help. Quicksilver had already returned ho after the rescue, leaving Azazel as the only one capable of taking action.
"If no one acts soon, we're going to have a real problem," Azazel muttered, hesitating. Just as the private plane was about to spin completely out of control, there was a sudden knock at the door.
Who would knock on the door of a plane flying high in the sky?
Azazel paused, then smiled knowingly.
Eric, sensing sothing, imdiately changed his expression and pulled back the powerful magnetic field that had been expanding uncontrollably. He muttered, "He's here."
The door to the private plane opened, and before any air could enter, a figure had already stepped inside, casually closing the door behind him.
Everyone turned to look, and sure enough, it was Caesar - carrying a small blonde girl in his arms.
"Who is she..." Garfield - no, Logan - narrowed his beastly eyes and quickly recognized Jean's identity. She was the only mutant theoretically capable of defeating the Sentinels!
"What's going on here? Are you having a fight?" Caesar asked with a smile, looking calmly between Eric and Charles.
"No, just a difference of opinion," Eric replied as he sat back down. The only person in the world who could make him behave like this was Caesar.
Caesar nodded and said, "Then you'd better settle this while we're still on the plane. Once we arrive in Paris, your actions will completely rewrite the future of this tiline."
Jean, wide-eyed and curious, clung to Caesar, nervously watching the unfamiliar people around them.
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In Paris, outside the governnt conference building.
The square was filled with gathered dia and citizens who stood eagerly beyond the security barriers to watch as high-ranking governnt officials and military officers arrived under military escort to attend the annual national conference.
Little did the public know that during this montous eting, a critical decision would be made regarding a proposal known as the "Sentinel Program.
Inside the tightly closed conference hall, several congressn and officials sat around a table as a short, bespectacled scientist stood, explaining the proposal to them.
"The Sentinels have imnse combat capabilities, far exceeding the speed of a Boeing aircraft. They are a breakthrough, a milestone. Most importantly, they can detect and lock onto mutant genes, eliminating those that hide among normal humans."
As Trask explained, he pulled a small detection device from his pocket. "Even if I activate it now, it won't react unless a mutant is present."
The words had barely left his mouth when the device began to beep.
Trask's tone changed as he scanned the room, confidently declaring, "Unless, of course, there's a mutant among us."
The device swiveled, and as the alarm grew louder, the antenna pointed directly at the person sitting in the main chair, disguised as a military officer - Raven.
(End of Chapter)
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