Chapter 283: Ch.282 Delivery to the Door

Chapter 283: Ch.282 Delivery to the Door

It was unclear if Cable had figured things out in the end, but Cable himself was also a product of time.

He was a clone of Jean, the child of the Red Queen and Cyclops, a weapon engineered by Mister Sinister, who always believed that Apocalypse would come for him.

However, due to a series of events, young Cable contracted a virus for which there was no cure at the time.

The X-Men sent him to the 36th century, where he received treatment, though half of his body became mechanical.

Having grown up in the future, Cable used time-travel technology to return to the 21st century, mingling with the X-Men. He'd changed a lot on his own.

Any team with "X" in its name had no right to lecture others about time.

"Get in touch with those three women, and M.O.D.I., have them come back. The situation outside has changed, and I need to rework the plan. It's too dangerous for them to be wandering around."

Su Ming didn't care what Cable was thinking and gave him his orders directly.

Could Cable refuse? Certainly not, especially since those three women were Wade's—both sentimentally and logically, he had to follow this command.

People are like that—once they're accustomed to following reasonable orders, they don't question the unreasonable ones and carry them out instinctively.

After a while, when they returned to the guerrilla headquarters, nearly everyone was there.

The X-Men and Halloway had taken advantage of the chaos to raid a German hospital. Phantom stored the supplies in Limbo, then retrieved them here, instantly providing the guerrilla team with a mountain of medical supplies.

Meanwhile, the three women, faces smudged with soot, looked dissatisfied with the pause in their competition.

Wade, who was half-healed like a fermenting pizza, seemed quite content, lying peacefully on the ground while the three women used him as a cushion.

Monarch had also woken up. His face was pale as he held a cup, sipping slowly, his eyes vacant as if in a daze.

Seeing Su Ming and the others return, he stood up.

"Deathstroke, I have something important to tell you."

"Too bad about that idiot Wade right now..."

As Su Ming calculated his side's strength, he suddenly noticed Wade being used as a cushion by the three women. He lay sprawled comically on the ground, the white patches on his mask forming crescent shapes, looking strangely satisfied with a mischievous grin.

Damn, already back to his antics the moment his bones and muscles healed a bit? Good thing he can't talk yet.

Su Ming walked over and stomped on him, leaving a black boot print on his head.

The enemy had delivered Namor for some reason, so he had no choice but to accept. His next plan of action needed to change.

First, they'd split into groups. Since Namor's arrival could be a massive trap, it'd be safer for several of them to go retrieve it together.

At the same time, they'd need to form a second team to keep the German forces in the city occupied while the first team retrieved Namor's fragments. Even if it came to street fighting, they'd need to withstand aerial and ground attacks, requiring considerable strength.

Only Su Ming could transform into Captain America. Steve naturally drew aggro, so Su Ming would handle distracting Zemo and the Germans in the city, bringing along Expedition, Boom, Time Siphon, and Phantom as backup.

Everyone else would go after Namor's fragments, with Cable leading and Monarch guiding them.

As for the Howling Commandos, Peggy, and Nick, they weren't even considered—too weak, not useful.

"Listen up, everyone." He clapped his hands to draw the attention of the superheroes. "The situation has changed."

He shared his analysis and, without waiting for their input, outlined his plan.

With the enemy's situation unclear, this was a relatively safe solution.

Only Rogue seemed a bit confused—weren't the X-Men here for some other mission? Why did it feel like they'd been dragged onto a different track entirely?

She glanced at Phantom, who remained expressionless. Mary shifted her eyes but kept her questions to herself.

The crypt was utterly silent. The faint light from the oil lamps made each person's shadow flicker continuously, and no one raised any objections.

They had already decided to help before, so they would naturally see it through to the end. There were still a couple of hours left before Namor's fragments reached Paris from all over the world, giving them a bit of time to rest.