"X-Men!"
Chapter 544 The Past Five Years
New York, the former site of the CIA research base, now a special training academy for teenagers.
Behind the iron gate and railings entwined with roses and vines, there is a green lawn, a fountain and a classical Western-style teaching building. Although it is summer vacation, it is still too deserted for a school, and there is not a single person in sight.
The main door of the teaching building was closed and dead leaves covered the steps, as if it had been abandoned for a long time and no one had ever visited or disturbed it.
Today was an exception. Two people and a cat were transported to the yard accompanied by flames.
"Azazo, how long have we been away from school?" The blond boy in the lead raised his eyes, looked at the teaching building and asked softly.
The red-faced middle-aged man with a Garfield cat on his shoulder thought for a moment and quickly responded: "Young Master, you and I haven't been here for five years and one month."
"It's been five years so quickly. This place is still the same as before, but things and people are different... Let's go in and take a look."
Caesar walked straight to the closed main entrance of the teaching building, followed closely by Azazo. Garfield on his shoulder looked at the academy they had arrived at, with a look of surprise on his face.
At first.
After defeating the Hellfire Club's conspiracy and the X-Men team parted ways with Magneto, Raven and others, Charles decided to build a mutant academy, and Caesar and others stayed except Logan.
So even the future Logan didn't know what happened later that made Caesar and the others choose to leave the academy, and the Mutant Academy became deserted and desolate.
Caesar stopped at the door and winked. Azazo nodded in understanding and knocked on the wooden door. After a long silence, a voice finally responded, "Who is it?"
"I'm looking for the professor." Azazo continued to knock on the wooden door.
"I told you not to come here. There are no professors here!"
The wooden door opened a crack, and the young man who opened the door spoke impatiently, but when he saw Azazo and Caesar outside the door, he choked on the words he had just finished and his mouth remained open.
"It's you, Mr. Caesar, Mr. Azazo!"
The young man opened his eyes wide in surprise. He was wearing glasses, had clean and sunny short hair, and was dressed elegantly. He was none other than the researcher Hank the Beast.
"Why, you're not welcome?"
Caesar smiled, and Hank quickly opened the wooden door and invited them in. "How dare you! Charles said that this will always be your home. Your room is still empty, and I clean it every day."
"Charles." Caesar narrowed his eyes and asked abruptly, "Is he still the same?"
"Oh, I don't know how to say it."
Hank smiled bitterly and shouted upstairs: "Charles! Professor Charles, come down quickly!"
"What are you arguing about? Also, don't call me professor..."
In obedience to the call, a drunk man with disheveled hair and reeking of alcohol, carrying an open bottle of beer in his hand and kicking off his slippers, staggered down the spiral staircase.
"Professor." Azazo looked at the person who came and sighed softly. Is this still the young professor in his prime
Logan was even more stunned. It was not like he had never seen Charles when he was young. But even if he was paralyzed in both legs at that time, he was still a hundred times better than his current miserable appearance.
"You are..." Charles' eyes were hazy. He supported the escalator with one hand, looked at Azazo and others blankly, and took a sip of wine.
Caesar on the side looked at him calmly and said, "Charles."
Charles trembled all over and sobered up immediately. He looked at Caesar blankly, and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".
"Caesar, you're back."
"yes."
Caesar nodded slightly and smiled. "Five years ago. The academy had just started one semester when the Vietnam War began. Many teachers and students were forcibly conscripted into the army, and you became depressed. At that time, you told me that you no longer needed your mutant abilities, so even if you would lose your telepathy, you would use drugs to forcibly heal your feet."
“In fact, that’s true.”
Charles lifted one of his feet and forced a smile, "Look, not only are my feet healed, but I don't have to listen to so many annoying voices anymore. I can finally live a normal life."
"Do you really think so?"
Caesar looked at him. "I once said that only one person has a chance to catch up with me and reach my territory. That person is not Eric, but you who have unlimited telepathic ability!"
"It's too late to say anything now." Charles raised his neck, and the faint light from the window fell on his weathered face with a beard. "I have lost enough, Raven, my students, and my feet..."
“Perhaps there is something that has not been lost.”
Caesar reached back and pointed at Garfield, who was squatting on Azazo's shoulder. "Its existence is the proof."
Now, everyone's eyes were on Logan, who also gave face and called out "meow".
ten minutes later.
In the living room on the second floor of the college teaching building, Caesar and others sat on the sofa together all day, and Hank served them hot sobering tea.
Charles looked at the Garfield cat on the table and said incredulously, "You mean, this cat came from the future fifty years from now, or was it sent by my old age to return to the present and reverse the doomsday situation in the future?"
"If you don't believe it, you can just read its mind." Caesar spread his hands.
"No." Charles shook his head decisively. "Although it is difficult to understand, I still choose to believe it because it came from your mouth. What's more, I have lost my ability now..."
"So, Raven will be captured by government officials and used as an experimental subject?" Hank couldn't help but ask.
"According to what it says about the future, that is indeed the case," Azazo responded firmly.
"Raven." Charles clenched his fists. Perhaps the only thing that mattered to him now was Raven who had betrayed him and left.
"Then what should I do? Caesar, if you take action..."
"Feel sorry."
Caesar understood what Charles meant and smiled, "I'll still help out and watch."
If possible, he didn't even want to interfere with everything in this world as it was.
"This is giving me a headache." Charles held his head with both hands, and then he saw Garfield, stretching out his claws and hitting the table continuously.
"Is this... Morse code?" Hank quickly looked at it and couldn't hide his surprise. He translated it casually, "We need to find a helper, the man who can control the magnetic field."
Charles rubbed his temple and said, "You mean Eric? Unfortunately, I can't cooperate with him again. Besides, that guy is now imprisoned in the underground prison of the five-star building with the most strict defense in the United States. Unless Azazo uses his ability..."
Azazo waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "If the young master doesn't let me take action, I dare not move."
"You two teachers are just here to watch the fun? It's the end of the world! Even if it's only in the future." Hank was speechless.
Caesar scratched his head and said, "At least the current situation is not beyond your control. Based on this, Azazo and I will not take any action."