[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

Cyril sat with the big bat in the conference room of the Hall of Justice.

The elf drank the black tea in the bone china cup, looked at the surrounding environment, and still did not forget to gossip: "I have always been curious, from the watchtower to the Hall of Justice, to the technological equipment and operational funds, who is behind the funding It's a mystery that the Justice League benefactor spends so much money and never shows up anywhere in the league."

In fact, the outside world is rumored that the benefactor behind Zhenglian is Mr. Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham City, and the members of Zhenglian, especially Batman, have had several scandals with Mr. Wayne.

The big bat sat straight on the seat, and didn't make any answer to the broken-mouthed elf.

After talking a lot but getting no response, Cyril knocked on the table with her knuckles, a little self-deprecating, "You are really the worst person to share gossip."

"About the establishment of the 'Bright' organization, do you already have a general idea?" Watching the elf take out a plate of small desserts from his backpack, it seems that he is really ready to drink afternoon tea here, the bat is a little helpless, and asks road.

The light red red bean and glutinous rice dumplings on the plate are neatly arranged, which is quite crystal clear under the light.

This dessert was just learned by Xi Ruier after buying the recipe from the auction house a few days ago. He pushed the small plate in front of the big bat and persuaded: "Try it, you have been busy today. Very It's fresh, I just made it, and after eating it, it will add a small BUFF that increases the movement speed by [-]% to the eater."

Stayed up late last night to patrol Gotham, but slept on the table for an hour and got up again to wipe the newly formed Shaozheng's ass, mediate between reporters, media, government and several science academies, Bruce didn't eat a bite .

After hesitating for a moment, he took off his black gloves, grabbed a glutinous rice dumpling and threw it into his mouth. After chewing, it was a bit sticky to his teeth.

"tasty."

Cyril watched the big bat eat with a smile, picked up the cup and took another sip of tea, after a brief relaxation, he finally got down to business: "About 'Bright', my idea is that the personnel are still mainly agents, Technical support still needs to rely on the Avengers and Zhenglian. In the next few days, I am planning to visit Professor X, hoping that the mutants can also contribute. As for the current "light" belonging to the US government... it is a problem, I hope it can Through operation, it will be transferred to the United Nations in the future, and then it will reach a cooperative relationship with Interpol. It should not belong to any government."

After this period of cramming, the elves have a deeper understanding of the earth, especially the system.

His idea is very simple, that is to unite all the forces that can be united, whether it is superheroes, agents or mutants, as long as they are willing to fight for the future of human civilization, regardless of nationality, race or criminal record, they can have a place in the "light". a seat.

But at present, basically every superhero has its own city that needs to be protected. It is unrealistic to ask them all to stay in "Bright", so it is still necessary to rely on the elite agents trained by the governments of various countries as the backbone.

It was a blessing in disguise. The fact that New York was almost destroyed by the invasion of the undead this time sounded the alarm for everyone. No one would think that what Cyril said was a lie, but would open all kinds of conveniences to him.

After hearing this, the big bat nodded slowly, then picked up another glutinous rice dumpling and stuffed it into its mouth, "Yes, your thinking is very clear."

Seeing that he seemed to be enjoying the meal, Cyril simply took out the sweet bread he cooked and filled the plate.

"I really hope that Chaoying, especially the Avengers and Zhenglian members can be permanent, but you are already very busy, so it seems unrealistic, so at least one member can be permanent in the organization, I think you guys Maybe I don’t worry about my own manipulation of such an organization, it’s better to have someone supervise it, so we can rest assured.”

This time the big bat didn't nod. He picked up the bread on the table and ate it quickly, but he looked very decent and elegant.

"If I don't trust you, I won't sit here and discuss this matter with you," Bruce drank a few sips of the magic spring water poured out by Cyril, feeling his fatigue relieved, but his voice was still hoarse, "This We will discuss this matter internally, but the resident members of Zhenglian in 'Bright' can basically be sure to be Superman."

To take into account the protection of one's own city, but also to participate in various missions of the alliance, and to carry out daily operations in "Brightness", after thinking about it, only the speed of the Flash and Superman can not be at the same time, and the comprehensive strength of Superman is even better.

Whether it is Cyril or the big bat, he is the candidate in my heart.

Cyril smiled slightly: "As for the Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been investigated and has stopped all activities. Agent Patton, Agent Romanov, and Captain America have confirmed that they will stay with me for a while. "

"I have teamed up with Superman to start the undead energy research project. You don't have to worry about the necessary support. I will fund the equipment and scientific research personnel."

Cyril laughed: "Coincidentally, Tony said the same thing, do you want to bid for it?"

Big Bat: "..."

I don't know why, it's so annoying.

Cyril naturally knew that Batman and Iron Man were not easy to deal with, so he thoughtfully did not ask Bat to agree on the spot, and quickly changed the subject: "Your newly formed Young Justice League looks pretty good. I don't know Parents, would you like to... Let the children find a part-time job with me?"

For this proposal, Batman, who has always been a god, did not expect it in advance. He paused while drinking water, "Because of Superman?"

Batman knew that Superman was Clark, and he would certainly know that he lived directly across from Clark.

Cyril leaned back on the chair calmly, his long blond hair spread out along the back of the chair, and he squinted his eyes: "It's not entirely because of this, Spider-Man, who was originally in charge of teaching by S.H.I.E.L.D. Even with his little friends Xin Xing and Iron Fist...they have been thrown to the Avengers, and the captain has been leading them. For these children, the main enemy they will face for a long time in the future is Undead. So, since there is already a kindergarten, why not recruit more students?"

"I will keep Robin's real identity and name secret," Batman thought for a while, and gave an affirmative answer, "I hope you are a good teacher."

Cyril patted the spotless white robe, stood up, and stretched out his right hand: "Have a nice cooperation."

Batman's voice was calm: "Happy cooperation."

What a joy it is to have a good partner, at least to erase Cyril's irritability of not liking teenagers...

In the following days, "Brightness" began to quickly build its own framework according to the idea of ​​the constructor.

And Cyril, as she said, went to visit Professor X who lived in the suburbs of New York.

The campus is located in a grassy suburb with few people around, and has the atmosphere of a British aristocratic school.The living area and the teaching area are mixed, all in a building mainly made of stone and wood materials. The building has not many floors, but it occupies a large area, mixed with grass, small parks and fountains. Behind it is a large forest and a roof. small hills.

Although they haven't met each other yet, Cyril has decided that this Professor X is a person with great aesthetics.

"Hi! See you again!"

There is a large noise-canceling earphone on top of his head, he is chewing bubble gum, and he is still wearing the bright silver jacket that he doesn't know whether he has washed or not. It is obviously Kuaiyin who he met last time.

Cyril, who already opened a kindergarten at home, has already resigned to her fate, but this time she smiled and greeted Pietro: "Good morning."

Pietro circled around Cyril, mumbling words: "Why did you come here, what can I do with Professor X? You don't want to take me away, I heard Magneto said that you set up A new agency, cool!"

Cyril kept smiling, tapped the air with her pointed fingertips, and Pietro, who had been running around him, was suddenly frozen in place.

Pietro: "..."

Ignoring the child, Cyril walked through the green shade at the door, walked along the asphalt road to the door of Xavier College, and told the guard his name.

Cyril, who had made an appointment a long time ago, was let in, and he walked into the building in front of him very familiarly.

The elves could feel that these two very powerful spiritual forces were hidden in this paradise-like school.

One of them should be Professor X who is famous all over the world for his telepathic ability, but the other one, Cyril has no idea who it is.

The red-haired girl sitting under the tree with a book in her arms looked at the back of the elf from a distance, and seemed to sense something. She frowned slightly, and there were some emotions in her heart that she couldn't even explain.

Under the guidance of Mr. Beast, Cyril came to the principal's office.

Although it is the principal's office, the interior decoration is completely like a study room - bookcases are attached to the four walls of the room, the carpet under the feet has complex patterns and gloomy colors, and the only window is behind the desk. The wind gently blew the half-rolled dark blue curtains, as well as Professor X's soft brown hair.

Perhaps because of the X gene in his body, the famous Professor X looks much younger than his actual age. His pure blue eyes are like the waves of Lake Baikal, deep but clear.

"Hello," Charles, who was sitting in a wheelchair, stretched out his hand, shook hands with Cyril, and then looked at the chair opposite the desk, "Please sit down."

"The last time New York was invaded, I'm very sorry that the X-Men didn't provide support." Before Cyril could say a few polite greetings, Charles spoke first.

Before coming here, Cyril knew something about Professor X, knowing that he managed X Academy very well.But not only that, the X-Men, as an independent armed force, was established earlier than the Avengers and Zhenglian. In such a big environment, Charles can also handle the relationship between the X-Men and the government relatively harmoniously, It is an extremely difficult thing.

Therefore, Charles Xavier in Cyril's imagination should be a very smart and pragmatic leader who puts the interests of mutants first.

The purpose of coming here this time is to gain the support of the dove faction of mutants, represented by Professor X, who are willing to live in peace with mankind. He is already prepared to be perfunctory or even rejected by the other party.

But I didn't expect Professor X to open his mouth with an apology, so open and honest, which made Xi Ruier feel a little guilty about his previous speculation.

Charles seemed to have anticipated what Cyril was thinking. He leaned forward slightly and poured a cup of black tea for him. His voice was flat but gentle: "The X-Men are not only mutants, but also superheroes recognized by the public. We not only Dealing with mutants and fighting for humanity, that's the main reason we're recognized and that's why I created the X-Men."

Xi Ruier drank the hot tea poured by the other party, and listened to the gentle tone of the other party, feeling a little dazed in her heart, as if she was looking in a mirror.

"The reason why we didn't go is because we really couldn't do what we could," Charles sighed softly as he looked at the steaming black tea in his hand, "That day, Academy X was also attacked."

This was something Xi Ruier didn't expect, he turned the small teacup in his hand lightly, "Can you tell me who it is?"

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