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CIA Technology Research Base

After waking up, Charles didn't mention what he saw in his last telepathic vision, and the others wisely refrained from asking.

After a round of discussions, they decided to use the intelligence they had gathered on Mutant locations to find Mutants hidden among ordinary people. 

Their goal was to train these Mutants into a small, formidable team to counter the power of the Hellfire Club.

To be safe, they decided that Charles, with his telepathic abilities and gift for communication, and Erik, with his magnetic powers and superior combat skills, would partner up and search for Mutants willing to join them.

Charles and Erik first went to a nightclub, where they found a hostess. After Erik demonstrated his mutant abilities, Angel Salvadore promptly removed her top to reveal the insect-like wings hidden on her back.

**Angel Salvadore, Female, 38 years old.**

Mutant Ability: She has four wings that allow her to fly. In her normal state, the wings are attached to her shoulders, resembling tattooed patterns. Additionally, she can breathe fire and venom. Her combat strength is considered above average.

Next, they found the second Mutant, a taxi driver who worked daily in the busy city streets.

**Darwin, Male, 35 years old.**

Mutant Ability: His body can adapt and evolve to protect itself based on the environment. Despite the impressive-sounding name and ability, the low potential of his power relegates him to more of a mascot role within the team.

The third Mutant they found was a dangerous criminal who voluntarily requested solitary confinement. Without the CIA's cooperation, Charles would have had difficulty acquiring him.

**Alex Summers, Male, 30 years old.**

Mutant Ability: He can emit high-energy beams from his body, capable of producing a powerful "Plasma Explosion." However, even he struggles to control the energy surges, making him a double-edged sword that's hard to handle.

The fourth Mutant was a college student.

**Sean Cassidy, Male, 19 years old.**

Mutant Ability: He can produce sonic attacks that damage most life forms' auditory systems and even cause significant physical harm. He also possesses super hearing and the ability to fly. His combat potential rivals that of Angel Salvadore.

Aside from these four willing to join, most of the other Mutants Charles and Erik approached instinctively resisted, unwilling to display their abilities, which set them apart from ordinary people. 

They believed that their mutations were not natural evolution but rather a form of abnormal, negative variation.

This is the predominant belief among Mutants at this time. In this X-Men universe, during World War II, there was no sudden emergence of a "Symbol of Peace" or Captain America to establish the correct ideals of superheroes. The notion that "with great power comes great responsibility" had become an empty phrase.

Mutants lived in constant fear, anxious about revealing their abilities and being treated as outcasts by ordinary people. How could they be expected to use their powers to save the world?

Charles knew this mindset couldn't be reversed quickly and chose not to persuade those who refused to join.

#### In Front of a Bar in New York

Charles and Erik stopped in front of a bar. With four new Mutants added, along with Hank, Raven, and themselves, the group now boasted an impressive eight Mutants.

"This should be the place. There should be a Mutant inside," Charles said, looking down at the map coordinates.

Erik shrugged and spoke with a cold expression on his face. "Let's check it out. If it's not worth it, so be it. In my opinion, we've already gathered enough people."

"True." Charles nodded, stepped forward, and pushed open the bar's door.

Because it was daytime, the bar's interior was still quite empty. Only one man in a suit sat on a chair. The table in front of him was cluttered with various bottles. The man was tightly wrapped in his suit, except for his hands, which were uncovered, revealing crimson skin.

"He's... Shaw's man!" Charles exclaimed in shock. He immediately recognized the man from Moira's memories, a Mutant who worked for Shaw in the Hellfire Club.

"What?" Erik tensed up, his nerves on high alert. He whispered, "Are you sure?"

Charles replied sternly, "There's no mistake. It's him. He has an ability similar to teleportation. If he's here, could other members of the Hellfire Club be nearby as well?"

"Hmph! We'll know once we take him down."

Erik didn't hesitate. His eyes already tinged with red, he extended his hands and activated his magnetic control ability.

*Clang, Clang, Clang—*

In the bar's main hall, two steel poles used for dancing twisted and shot toward the man in the suit like serpents, aiming for his back.

"Hmm?"

Azazel, his body numbed by alcohol, only noticed the sound of something cutting through the air at the last moment. He sluggishly attempted to teleport away, but it was too late. The steel poles wrapped around his neck and hands.

"Don't even think about escaping!" Erik clenched his left hand in the air, tightening the poles around Azazel's neck, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Don't kill him."

Charles steadied Erik, stepped forward, and placed his fingers on his temple. He said to Azazel, "Don't resist; we won't kill you."

As he spoke, Charles's mind invaded Azazel's consciousness, searching for information. Azazel immediately let out a cry of pain, kicking over tables and chairs, and sending bottles crashing to the floor.

"So, this is what it means to be a trained Mutant. His mind is a bit difficult to penetrate," Charles muttered, narrowing his eyes and preparing to focus. But just then, he sensed someone rapidly approaching them.

"Be careful, there's another Mutant!"

Charles's warning had barely left his lips when a dark figure, like a wild beast, burst into the hall from the bar's entrance. It lunged at Erik, its fists clenched, each hand extending three sharp bone claws.

"So fast!" Erik was startled. He pulled his right hand back, releasing the steel poles that had bound Azazel's hands, sending them flying toward the attacker.

*Slash!*

The bone-clawed hands were caught by the steel poles, the sharp tips of the claws stopping just half a centimeter from Erik's face.

Erik calmly looked ahead and saw that the attacker was a burly, strong middle-aged man with a cigar clenched in his teeth. He wore a white tank top and jeans, and his hands bore the bone claws of a beast.

It was Logan!

Azazel, now only bound by the pole around his neck, was trying to break free. Charles quickly intervened with mental interference, preventing Azazel from concentrating.

For a moment, the four were locked in a desperate standoff.

*Eeeek—*

At that moment, the bar door opened again, and all four turned to look. They saw Caesar casually strolling in, dressed in casual clothes.

Caesar looked at the four familiar faces, all caught in a deadlock, and asked in bewilderment, "What... are you guys doing?"

(End of Chapter)

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