Chapter 420 Alex? The Major Shareholder of the College!

"Paranoia, also known as delusional disorder, do you need me to check your brain? Your brain nerves may have been damaged during the previous experiment. Looking at Deadpool lying on the sofa with his left foot on his right foot, Hank couldn't help but laugh in a teasing tone.

"My mental state is great, there is no need for you to check, and even if you cut my brain into slices and observe it under a microscope, I guarantee that you will not see anything other than full of wisdom."

Deadpool rolled his eyes and changed to a more comfortable position to continue lying.

"What do you mean by cleaning up the battlefield?" Skipping the previous topic, Hank asked curiously.

"It's written in the letter, you will know after reading it."

Deadpool narrowed his eyes, took out a cigarette from his bag, and smoked it comfortably.

"No smoking here, don't you see the sign on the wall? "Hank really couldn't figure out how this guy in front of him became a superhero. Is the hiring standard of JEEL so low?

"Sorry, it's a traditional custom of our family to have a cigarette after dinner. It takes priority over your broken brand." Deadpool said, puffing smoke while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Forget it, Hank, as long as he doesn't set the sofa on fire, just let him be. "

Charles, who was sitting in a wheelchair, waved his hand nonchalantly, and then focused on the envelope in his hand.

The envelope felt thick, and he guessed that there should be something else in it besides the letter.

Sure enough, when he opened the envelope, he pulled out a folded white paper and several color photos.

Charles first spread out the white paper and looked at the contents on it. His expression changed from calm to solemn.

[Dear Mr. Charles:

I am Jervis, the president and chairman of Jer Company. I am glad that you can receive this letter. I believe you have met Wade by now. He is a rude guy. If I have offended you, I am willing to apologize for his behavior. In addition, I heard from Hank that your health seems not very good. I sincerely hope that you can get well soon. Recover.

Ahem... Let's get back to the point. The main purpose of writing to you this time is actually to explain a bloody and cruel fact. Since 1963, until now in 1974, the living environment of mutants has been deteriorating. People's hatred and rejection, coupled with the government's suppression, have caused mutants to be like rats in the gutter, hiding in dark corners and living a miserable life.

But even so, the mutants who hid blindly were still hunted by the military. Some of them were forced to go to the battlefield and became cannon fodder, but more were sent to the laboratory and became cold corpses lying on the operating table.

According to my investigation, there is a mutant research base on Three Mile Island in the United States, where countless mutants were dissected and their brains were cut open with cold scalpels. They were like little white mice. The researchers regarded them as consumables for live experiments. It can even be said that their experience is equivalent to that of the Jews imprisoned in the Nazi concentration camp. It seems that only death awaits them.

I, Jervis, was extremely angry after hearing the news. To be honest, as a mutant, I will never allow this to continue. So I planned to destroy the research base, but it is easy to destroy the base, but how to place the rescued mutants is a big problem.

Fortunately, at this time, I thought of the Wiesel School of Geniuses that you founded. Maybe it would be a good idea to place them in the school.

It is worth mentioning that our actions have been supported by the President. If you are willing to come forward and place them, our Jer Company will give you a school construction fund to become your The shareholders of our academy, and promised you that the situation during the Vietnam War will not happen again. After all, the government has no right to interfere with and supervise a private school founded by a private enterprise.

I hope we can reach a cooperation.

A mutant with the same philosophy as you:

Jervis]

Putting the letter on his legs, Charles rubbed his sore eyebrows. It must be said that the content of the letter is very tempting. His long-dead heart seems to have signs of revival.

As the initiator of the X-Men and the founder of the Mutant Academy, he actually wanted to reopen the closed school, because he always believed that only through education, changing the concepts of mutants and allowing mutants to coexist peacefully with humans can the future of mutants be saved.

So when he saw the olive branch thrown by Xia Shang, he was really moved.

"Re-establish the Wiesel School for Geniuses?" Charles hesitated and whispered softly.

He picked up the photos hesitantly and flipped through them.

As his eyes swept through the photos, Charles couldn't help holding his breath, his hands and feet felt cold, and suddenly, he stopped flipping through the photos, and stood up from the wheelchair, saying, "Alex!"

"Ward! A medical miracle!" Deadpool said in astonishment as he saw Charles standing up.

Hank beside him didn't feel surprised. After Charles was injected with the drug he developed, he would lose his ability and regain his original mobility, but sometimes Charles was used to sitting in a wheelchair.

"Hank, do you think the person in the photo is Alex?" Charles reached out and handed the photo to Hank, saying excitedly.

Hank took the photo and frowned slightly. If he remembered correctly, he received the news of Alex's death a few years ago, which was a death notice sent by the US military.

However, when he saw the familiar figure in the photo, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Yes, it's definitely Alex! He's still alive, how is that possible?"

"Don't be too surprised. Stryker has captured so many mutants. It's normal to have your old acquaintance." Deadpool sat up from the sofa, holding an extinguished cigarette butt and looking around, "Where is your trash can? As a person with quality, I don't want to throw cigarette butts everywhere."

"Put it on the coffee table."

Hank was extremely excited at this time. If the photo was real, wouldn't it mean that Sean and the others might be alive like Alex.

"It seems that we have been deceived. Alex didn't die on the battlefield at all." Charles said in a deep voice.

Then, he looked at Deadpool who had just flicked the cigarette butt into the vase, and said seriously: "Please go back and tell Mr. Jervis that I, Charles, have decided to cooperate with him and ask him to destroy the research base as soon as possible and rescue Alex and the others."

"No problem, I'll call you when the time comes for our specific action." After getting Charles' phone number, Deadpool walked out of the castle. (End of this chapter)