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At the center of the base, the residential building was still intact, but the surrounding area was a scene of devastation. Thick smoke and flames were everywhere, and the bodies of CIA agents were scattered across the ground.

After Shaw openly stated his intentions, Raven and the others fell silent, each shaken by his words.

"No one? Well, never mind, let's go," Shaw said, showing no disappointment as he turned and headed toward the shattered floor-to-ceiling window. The White Queen and Riptide flanked him as they followed.

"Wait!"

Just as Shaw's group reached the courtyard, someone from Raven's group finally stepped forward.

"Salvador, you?" Darwin's eyes widened in disbelief. The one who had chosen to side with Shaw was none other than the nightclub dancer, Angel Salvador.

"You probably don't know this, but I actually despise humans. Rather than fighting for them, I'd rather fight for the mutants, for myself," Salvador said with a calm smile. 

Her mind was made up as she stepped through the broken window.

Shaw extended his hand with a pleased expression and welcomed her, saying, "Welcome. May I ask what your mutant ability is?"

Unfastening the restraints on her back, Salvador spread her four wings and hovered a few feet off the ground. Both the White Queen and Riptide looked at her with surprise.

"Flight. Impressive, you look like an angel. From now on, your codename will be Angel," Shaw said. 

He pulled a remote control from his pocket and pressed a button. A gust of wind swept through, and a vintage fighter jet slowly descended onto the square behind them.

With the loss of Azazel, the Hellfire Club had to rely on aircraft for transportation— which is an unavoidable necessity.

"Let's go." Shaw patted Salvador on the shoulder and led her to the descending jet's rear cabin.

Seeing that Salvador was really leaving with Shaw, Darwin panicked. In desperation, he shouted, "Wait! I'll join too!"

He stepped out of the hall as he spoke.

Shaw turned to look at Darwin and nodded. "Oh? Welcome. What's your ability?"

"Adaptation to the environment. My body can shift into different forms depending on the environment."

Darwin walked slowly, deliberately stalling for time, his eyes subtly signaling to Alex behind him. Alex instantly understood.

Their plan was simple: given their lack of combat experience compared to Shaw's group, the best option was to unleash their strongest attack and attempt to eliminate the leader in one swift strike.

"Oh?" Shaw's keen senses picked up something amiss.

As Darwin continued to approach, Alex, hiding behind, quietly raised his hand. Once Darwin was within two meters of Shaw, he suddenly stepped aside and shouted, "Alex, now!"

*Buzz!*

A dazzling, high-energy beam, as bright as daylight and sharp as a blade, shot toward Shaw. 

But Shaw merely shook his head. He had been prepared. Without hesitation, he extended his hands and absorbed the high-energy beam effortlessly.

"What?!" Darwin's face turned pale. He had calculated everything but had failed due to a lack of crucial information—he didn't know Shaw's mutant ability.

"I hate being deceived. Adapt to this, if you can," Shaw said coldly. He stepped forward, his finger glowing with energy, and gently tapped Darwin's chest. 

Then, without looking back, he turned and led Salvador, the White Queen, and Riptide into the jet's cabin.

The jet's engines roared to life, and with a hum, it lifted into the air and flew off toward the northern horizon, leaving the research base in ruins.

*Thud!*

Darwin stood frozen, watching the jet disappear into the distance. Then, his knees buckled, and he collapsed. 

A burning sensation ignited within his chest— the high-energy beam Shaw had condensed into a single point was about to explode.

"Darwin!" Raven, Hank, Alex, and Sean hurriedly rushed toward Darwin, trying to check on him.

"Don't come closer!" Darwin coughed violently, raising his hand to stop them. 

His entire upper body was already infected by the internal energy. If not for his mutated ability, he would have exploded like a human bomb by now.

But even his natural adaptation power couldn't resist the raging energy— it was only a matter of time before he died.

"Darwin..." 

Hank held back the tearful Raven, and the group stopped a few meters away, helplessly watching as Darwin's life approached its end.

"In the next life... let's be friends for a little longer."

Darwin managed a weak smile as his body neared the point of rupture. Just as the energy inside him was about to explode, his vision blurred, and he suddenly saw the figure of a blond youth standing in front of him.

Was it an illusion?

In his fading consciousness, Darwin saw the blond youth extend two fingers and place them over his heart.

In an instant, the raging high-energy beam within him became docile, flowing back through his body toward the young man's fingertips.

Darwin stared in disbelief at his chest. The energy inside him had been drawn out, and his eyes widened. "I... I'm okay?"

"If I had come a second later, you wouldn't have been."

Retracting his fingers calmly, Caesar looked at the kneeling Darwin and shrugged.

"You're... Caesar?"

Raven gasped, covering her mouth in shock. Before she could ask further, a burst of crimson flames appeared on the plaza, and several figures emerged, arms around each other.

Azazel stood in the center, with Charles, Erik, and Logan flanking him.

"Master, you're always just a bit faster!" Azazel said with admiration, seeing that Caesar had arrived first.

"Just barely. Those people got away." Caesar glanced toward the direction the fighter jet had flown off.

"Those bastards..." 

Charles' face was pale as he clenched his fists, surveying the base, which was now a wasteland filled with corpses. This was clearly a warning from the Hellfire Club.

"Charles, the director is dead, and Salvador has joined the Hellfire Club." Raven sobbed, with Hank gently supporting her shoulder. 

The others wore expressions of despair. They had lost half their fighting strength before the battle had even begun, hardly an auspicious start.

"Caesar," Charles took a deep breath and turned to Caesar, his gaze earnest as he pleaded, "I hope you'll stay and help us."

"If it's to fight Shaw and his group, I must decline," Caesar said calmly.

He was merely a wanderer from another dimension and was not interested in getting too involved in the conflicts of this world. 

If he had intervened earlier, Shaw would already be dead, and the members of the Hellfire Club would not have survived either. 

But would such action truly make the world a better place? Probably not. On the contrary, the people of this timeline would grow dependent on him. One day, when he left this world for good, new villains would emerge, and disaster and war would inevitably follow.

"No, I don't need you to fight Shaw, nor do I want you involved in this mutant battle." 

Charles looked directly at Caesar with sincere eyes and said solemnly, "I want you to be the teacher for the mutants we're recruiting, to teach us how to use our abilities in combat!"

(End of Chapter)