Chapter 381 Three Detectives (Part 1)

In front of the star, the two small black dots kept getting bigger in the field of vision. Polaris, with green hair, held her chin with her hand and looked thoughtfully at the spaceship that was rolled into an iron ball. After Magneto put down his hand, she also stretched out her hand and aimed at the other remaining spaceship on the right wing.

There was no wind in the universe, but Polaris's long hair began to float and flutter in the air like a fluttering flag. She did the same thing as Magneto, stretched out her hand, and then gently shook it.

But the remaining spaceship did not disintegrate cleanly, but the front deck changed its shape. Polaris exhaled and shook her head.

She turned to look at Magneto, who glanced at her and said, "Watch it, for the last time."

After saying that, he seemed a little impatient, and raised his hand again, without any extra movements. In an instant, there was no explosion, no sound, and countless parts of the spacecraft floated into the universe as if they were precisely disassembled. Polaris whispered, "... Deconstruct?"

She thought for a few seconds, then reached out again, and a spacecraft on the left wing was disassembled by her, but when deconstructing the cockpit, it seemed that there were some problems. Polaris frowned deeply.

Both father and daughter ignored the light condensed in the muzzle of the main ship. When the cannon was fired, the hot energy emitted was instantly stuffed back into the muzzle, and the entire barrel exploded with a "boom", and half of the hull was reduced to ashes.

All the weapons that fired at them were like collective rebellion. All the energy and shells to be fired all gushed back along the barrel and exploded into their own barrels.

This kind of explosion is very deadly. The shield outside the spacecraft is not enough to withstand the impact of their own weapons explosion. About a dozen warships were damaged by the explosion in the first round of firing.

The commander didn't react to what happened at all. The red alarm reminders filled the operation panel. The alarm sound was too urgent and connected in a string. It was impossible to hear who was reporting the damage.

For this fleet, it was their luck to be used as a teaching tool by Magneto. Polaris's weak foundation was even more fortunate for them. Otherwise, the entire fleet would have become a yo-yo in Magneto's hands.

Magneto didn't want to teach Polaris on a whim, but he also found that the strength of the Brotherhood of Mutants was not enough to enter the interstellar stage. At the level of the universe, except for him, others were more like a burden.

Xavier School selected several mutant students who coexisted with symbiotes to go to the Andromeda Galaxy, and the effect was very good. Although the mutant students were young, they had symbiotes to assist them, and they could do a lot.

In comparison, the people in the Brotherhood are really not good enough. Except for Mystique who can handle some diplomatic work, most of them are useless in any aspect. Whether it is public or private, Polaris is the one who is most worthy of cultivation.

On the main planet of the Hive, Hive certainly felt the arrival of the fleet. He thought it was time for internal and external cooperation. He, the lord recognized by the capital planet, was invaded, and the fleet should help. But after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the fleet in the universe open fire. Hive couldn't help but wonder why they didn't attack the surface?

At this time, the fleet commander and Hive were in the same mood. Logically, the lord of this planet should have seen the arrival of the fleet. Why didn't he cooperate with the fleet to attack?

Now the mood of both parties is, where is the universe fleet? Save it! Where is the planet lord? Save it!

After a few dozen seconds, the commander finally reacted from the shock and began to contact the planet lord on the surface. After receiving the communication, Hive was furious.

I was counting on you to save me! Now you want me to save it! Don't you see what kind of monsters are on the surface of this planet now!

The heavy rain covering this planet has never stopped, and all the people fighting in the rain have no distinction between enemies and friends. With fire, explosions, and roars, everyone is constantly venting their emotions, regardless of who the opponent is.

In terms of destruction and destruction, humans have an innate talent. They are not afraid to throw bombs at each other on the planet where they live. When they don't have the ability to colonize the stars, they turn their mother, on which they depend for survival, into an arsenal with sufficient ammunition, without considering the retreat after the end of the world.

If this is not the earth, humans do not need to be responsible for the environment here, nor do they need to undertake any post-war repair work. How many buildings collapsed here and how many aliens died here have nothing to do with them.

Then humans will let this universe see what the son of chaos is and what the demon of increasing entropy is.

If you look further away, after a period of melee, the entire Beehive Main Star has changed from a potato ball to a piece of cheese, and it is almost impossible to tell who caused more damage.

If we have to assess the damage, the large craters are the work of Iron Man, the buildings that disappeared out of thin air but the terrain did not change are generally those that were devoured by Venom Bats, the large chunks of building ruins were caused by Dr. Lizard, and the buildings that were severely shattered were the result of Hulk's punches and kicks.

As for the others, they were mainly responsible for dragging the hatred of these human-shaped turrets all over the street. For example, wherever Steve passed, there would be a big pit left by Iron Man's bombing, and wherever Iron Man passed, there would be the magic brilliance left by Strange.

In this endless destruction, all the huge tentacles near the Hive were crushed into meat paste, leaving only a lonely body standing there.

When he raised his head and looked up at the starry sky, he saw a series of explosions. The wreckage of the spacecraft fell like a rain of fire. After touching the raindrops close to the surface, billowing smoke came out and hit the ground, leaving a charred pit. Apart from that, not even a complete corpse could be found.

The Hive was completely desperate. An unspeakable atmosphere of despair and darkness enveloped him. He didn't understand what happened to this planet?

Just when he was trying to use up his last strength and struggle, he saw a beautiful arc of light at the end of the skyline. It was a brilliant light he had never seen before, more beautiful than the sunrise and sunset that had appeared countless times on this planet.

The star was like a blooming bud, gradually becoming mature from the vibrant orange-yellow color, and when the bright and terrifying red color spread out, it almost engulfed everything in the entire star system.

Schiller sat in the cabin of the glorious spacecraft, looking at the scene outside the window. This place was far away from the main star system of the Beehive, but he could still see this magnificent cosmic fireworks.

The changing light was like a constantly flashing neon light, coating the dim cockpit with warm light. Schiller slowly closed his eyes, sank his consciousness, and then appeared in his own mind palace.

It was a small projection room, and a figure in a black windbreaker was waiting there. Schiller, wearing a white coat, walked over and sat on the sofa next to him. The projection screen was playing the picture of the rapid evolution of the sun.

"How does it feel to skip work?" asked Schiller in a black windbreaker. Schiller in a white coat pushed his glasses and said, "I'm taking a reasonable vacation, just like you."

"By the way, where is that lunatic? Where did the 'superego' take him?"

"He should be on more than 100 floors now. I don't know which floor exactly, but I think he's having a lot of fun. After all, he doesn't have to compete with Jack for Bruce, and he's half a Batman."

"To be honest, it's a bit risky to let him go." Schiller in a white coat shook his head and said, "When you gave me this advice, I thought you were crazy."

"I almost went crazy. The new umbrella I worked so hard to get broke again after a few days in your hands." Schiller in black clothes snorted and said, "Of course I have to show them some power."

"Your style of doing things is completely inconsistent with Marvel. This kind of roundabout and multi-birds strategy is more suitable for your world." Schiller in a white coat shook his head and said.

He fixed his eyes on the projection screen in front of him, and the image on the projection began to play backwards at an extremely fast speed.

The expanding sun began to shrink, the crater on the main star of the universe honeycomb gradually filled up, the spacecraft quickly retreated back to the solar system, and the earth reversed from east to west. From day to night, back to the night when the accident happened in the sanatorium.

The moment Schiller saw that his umbrella was scratched, the air in the whole scene condensed, and the tiny dust was clearly visible. Looking in from the window, the glass fragments brought by Iron Man who had just broken into the window floated in the air, reflecting the crystal light.

At the moment when Schiller was stunned, looking in from his eyes, DC Schiller, who was wearing a black windbreaker, was also stunned in the 300-story tower.

He had just returned from vacation, and as a result, he got a bad news like a bolt from the blue. The endless anger almost burned his bedroom. Feeling this booming anger, Marvel Schiller, who was wearing a white coat, had to quickly withdraw his consciousness and return to the Hall of Thought to stop DC Schiller.

But obviously, the people of Gotham are very vengeful, so Schiller in the black windbreaker proposed a plan, a dark plan full of Gotham style.

First, two Schillers, one black and one white, ran to more than 200 floors, and Schiller with green hair was thrown into the elevator and sent all the way to the surface consciousness.

After the clown Schiller took over the body, he followed Jacqueline to the main star of the hive. After the infiltration plan was successful, he showed his true face, and his first stop on the main star of the hive was the weather control tower.

He directly mixed the "fine wine", that is, the Dionysus factor, into the rain of the hive star, and converted all the water resources of this planet into rainwater, and carried out a global rainfall.

But in fact, the purpose of this rain is not to pollute those bugs, but the real target is actually these superheroes of Marvel.

Compared with those crazy people in Gotham, the heroes in Marvel, even the anti-heroes who are both good and evil, look so amiable.

But sometimes, being too righteous, too strict with certain principles, and having too high moral demands on oneself can actually accumulate a lot of emotional pressure in one's heart. If this pressure is not released, it will bring about various psychological problems.

Some people often ask, should good people be pointed at by guns? But in addition to being pointed at by others, good people sometimes point guns at themselves. Their high moral standards will make them feel guilty, which, like other extreme emotions, will harm people's emotional health.

Superheroes are not cut from the same mold. They have different personalities. When forming a team, there will inevitably be friction. Coupled with new and old hatreds, unsuccessful actions, plans that fail to meet expectations, and the inability to find the key problems, and eagerness for success, it is easy to evolve into an internal war.

Pick a ripe and rotten fruit from a worm-eaten tree, take it to a winery with a bad environment, put it in a leaky wine barrel, ferment it in the wrong season, use the wrong method, and finally brew a cup of bitter wine called civil war, which is drunk by human civilization.

When they first spoke ill of each other, the seeds of the tree had been planted, and the bitter wine brewed in the end was like a poison that penetrated the intestines, corroding the shaky boat in the sea of ​​stars from the inside out.

In this war, after the gunshot, there is no winner.