dhibooks Chapter 910 Where are the amazing teammates?
Chapter 910 Where are the amazing teammates?
Chapter 910 Where are the amazing teammates? (2)
"Okay, no problem, I got it. I knew that kid wouldn't listen to me."
Tony hung up the phone with a helpless sigh. Charles Xavier, sitting opposite him, asked curiously, "What happened?"
"Huh? I thought you already knew. You know about mind reading and stuff."
Tony continued playing chess as he spoke. Although Tony had never played chess before and his knowledge of it was limited to the basic rules, he was never worried about losing because of his superior intelligence. So, after arriving at the academy, he began to battle with the professor.
"I would not explore another person's brain without their permission—at least not decades ago."
Upon hearing this, Tony completely abandoned any thought for the game and asked curiously, "So you did that back then? When?"
The professor laughed after hearing this and said something Tony didn't care about at all: "That was—a long time ago. When I was seven or eight years old and had just awakened my ability, I couldn't control it. Wherever I went, other people's thoughts would appear in my mind. I spent a long time studying how to control myself from reading other people's thoughts."
Tony gave an "Oh," clearly dissatisfied with the professor's answer. The professor, knowing what Tony truly wanted to hear, continued, "However, after I became an adult, I did use my abilities to peer into people's minds without their permission. To be precise, I used my abilities to explore girls' interests, so I could know what they liked and how to invite them."
Tony was quite excited: "And then?"
"Then I found out she was an FBI agent sent to investigate what the mutants were planning to do."
The professor gave Tony an answer that was suggestive enough, but actually had little to do with the truth. He then glanced at the chessboard, confirming Tony was indeed a terrible player, and decided to continue the conversation with this guy who had come over but wasn't planning to tell the truth: "So, what happened with that phone call earlier?"
"If something really happened, I wouldn't be so relaxed. It's Spider-Man; that kid got a solo invitation from the Beyonder to form a multiverse team. We told him he didn't have to go, but clearly, that kid doesn't intend to listen."
The professor nodded, then continued playing chess. "He's a good boy, and his resolve is very strong. And you've come to the academy, also for the sake of the Secret War, haven't you, Mr. Stark?"
"No rush, we can play chess first."
The professor then silently placed his piece and calmly said, "Checkmate."
Tony scratched his head awkwardly. "How about we play another round?"
"I know what you're planning, Mr. Stark. You want to recruit people from the X-Men for the Secret War, but you don't need to come to me for that. You just need their permission. Of course, I wouldn't recommend recruiting mutants who are still students; they're not particularly—suitable."
"Actually, the person I'm going to mention is someone the entire academy would oppose, but his own desire isn't that strong."
Charles Xavier shook his head as he put away the chess pieces: "I don't think there are any students or teachers like that."
"But there are principals like that."
Charles Xavier looked at Tony in surprise, then pointed to himself, and shook his head incredulously: "Me? Forgive my bluntness, but perhaps you want a telepath, but I'm not a good fit. I'm too old. You can find Emma."
"Listen, Charles, the team I'm assembling isn't just for dealing with this secret war." Tony leaned forward, grabbed the old professor's hand, looked around, and then lowered his voice: "I'm building a secret team, a truly secret team, a team that can influence the entire world and better help everyone protect the Earth."
The professor frowned, then asked Tony, "Who are your current teammates, or rather, your reserve teammates?"
"On the mutant side, it's you. On the Inhuman side, there's Black Bolt, but he hasn't replied to me yet. Then there's Reed Richards, who represents the Fantastic Four and, more importantly, the pinnacle of theoretical science. Stephen Strange, you know, that little mustache wizard, represents the magical world. I haven't decided on the last one yet, but I think Black Panther T'Challa is a very good candidate."
Of course, there's one last person: Tony Stark, the representative of the Avengers.
The professor frowned, looking at Tony, unsure of the purpose of this small group. Tony further explained, "We can prevent global crises through covert operations and improve our decision-making speed. For example, faced with a global crisis, do we really have to have everyone form separate teams, think for ages, discuss for ages before finally setting off? How much time would that waste?"
"Once this small team reaches a consensus internally, they can persuade their own teammates to support the others on their side, allowing for a much faster response —"
The professor understood the purpose of this team, but he still didn't understand: "If you intend to build such a decision-making mechanism, that's fine, but is it really necessary to form such a team to participate in secret warfare?"
"Because firstly, this team is strong enough to handle all kinds of battles, isn't it?"
Tony spoke seriously, adding other reasons: "Of course, we have other powerful Avengers, like Hulk and Sentry, but we have to consider their psychological issues. And Thor, we need to insure the bombs we leave behind. The six of us are not only strong enough, but we can also guarantee that we can quickly reach a consensus and avoid any internal conflicts. That's the most important thing about this team."
"And there's an even more crucial point: there must be many other superheroes from other universes who have also participated in the Secret War. Their goal may be the same as ours—not to fulfill their own wishes, but to stop the bad guys from fulfilling theirs. And what I've organized is a leadership."
One that can guarantee that once a large alliance is formed in the Battle Realm, the six of them can quickly organize the different heroes from other universes and lead everyone in a united team.
"And I even gave this team a name."
Tony leaned back on the sofa, leisurely picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then smiled: "The Illuminati."