He had previously said that he would provide live guidance for Magnetic King on how to kill Sebastian to avenge, and indeed, it was live guidance. Su Ming never fails to fulfill what he promises to others.
In front of him, the piece of Divine Gold, softened like an Ah San flying pancake, wobbled left and right, chasing Sebastian. No matter how he changed his escape direction or performed various acrobatic moves, it was all in vain.
Admittedly, even without absorbing any energy, Sebastian's original physical quality was not bad. At least, in Su Ming's eyes, he had both super strength and super agility, almost just a bit behind Steve.
The metal disc became thinner and larger, then like an airtight wet cloth, it covered Sebastian's head, tightly wrapping his features along with his head.
Unable to see the road, the fleeing Sebastian slipped and fell to the ground. The metallic mask made his head look like a giant golden light bulb.
Magnetic King didn't apply pressure; he merely let this layer of metal gently cut off Sebastian's contact with the air, just as Deathstroke had pointed out to him.
Charles had also mentioned before that mutants and humans are no different, they need to eat and drink, and also need to breathe.
He dropped the fitness balls in his hand, letting them transform into an iron disc and carried himself in the direction of Sebastian, while the morning wind blew his cloak and hair, making him seem to hear the whispers of his deceased relatives.
Eric's face showed a subtle smile as he stood in mid-air, looking down at the suffocating Sebastian struggling on the ground like livestock, frantically kicking and scratching at the Divine Gold mask, until he stopped moving.
This was just oxygen deprivation shock, so Magnetic King patiently waited for half a day, confirming that Xiao died slowly and painfully, just like the relatives killed in the gas chambers of the concentration camps.
Only then did he somewhat reluctantly control the golden metal lid, twisting off the enemy's head as if it were a drip blood cup. He transformed the Divine Gold back into a bullet shape and returned it to Su Ming, but decided to keep the two fitness balls as a memento to remind himself to remain calm at all times.
He then wrapped Sebastian's head with the cloak, tucked it under his arm, ready to leave. Perhaps he intended to visit the site of the concentration camp and share this joy with his relatives there.
With this great vengeance avenged, it was only the beginning. There are still countless mutant comrades in the world waiting for the day when justice will prevail.
Having fulfilled his long-standing wish, Magnetic King didn't feel empty or bewildered like others might after achieving their ideal, because he had another grander goal.
"Deathstroke, if you need help in the future, you can find me. After handling some things, I'll be going to the United States to study, and in a few days, Charles will be able to find me."
With a flip of his palm, Magnetic King turned the fitness ball into an iron disc to lift himself up, his head turned to the side as if watching the ice and snow on the river, he said softly.
Su Ming laughed, putting away his rifle again: "I have to say, you look quite pathetic when you're so enraged that you lose your cool, but the way you kill without a word is truly impressive."
Eric's lips curved slightly, he closed his eyes and gently shook his head, then drifted away with his hands behind his back: "Hmph, verbose..."
Watching him fly further and further, gradually becoming just a little black dot in the sky, Charles couldn't help but sigh. His nosebleed had stopped, but he felt he had lost something.
He had a momentary thought of leaving with Magnetic King to see the dark corners of the real world where many things couldn't be learned from home or books.
While Charles was caught in ambivalence, a large hand landed on his head, tapping it as if testing a ripe melon.
He looked up slightly displeased, only to see Deathstroke with a cigarette in his mouth, squinting at the rising sun: "This statement applies to you too, Charles, your appearance of struggling to use superpowers looks pathetic, but the way you wholeheartedly help your comrades is also impressive."
Charles rubbed his bald head, the cold touch made him want to laugh himself, and he did so.
"Mr. Wilson, thank you for your guidance. I've realized what I should truly live for. To prevent more tragedies like Magnetic King, we must stop the spread of hatred. Only through mutual understanding between humans can we find the best way."
His smile grew broader, and there was a brilliance in his eyes that had never been there before. This time, he learned a lot from Magnetic King's experience and also gleaned some information from Sebastian's memory.
And this rewarded him greatly.
Su Ming flicked away the cigarette ash, the riverside wind blowing away the threads of smoke: "Oh, is that so? Well, the path you've chosen will be even more challenging than Magnetic King's quest for equality through force. Acquiring respect and understanding through non-violent means is also not something you can achieve alone."
"I understand, and I know it's not something I can achieve immediately. So I've decided to leave America and venture into the dark corners of the world, to feel, to listen. I want to learn about the beauty in people's hearts and realize it."
Charles wasn't agitated; compared to other teenagers, he was as composed as a monster.
But at this moment, his tone was firm, as if he had already made up his mind.
"Then go ahead, I'll find an excuse to brush things over with your mother, but you'd better not lose your life." Su Ming looked towards the Veterans' Hospital, from which many people had spilled out, presumably the ordinary members of the Hellfire Club.
"I know, mutant abilities won't make me superior. I can die if I'm shot or poisoned, so I'll be very careful." Charles diligently noted.
"Good, Egypt, Brazil, Mongolia, and Japan, these countries you should avoid for now as they have incredibly powerful mutant lunatics. As for other places, go where you will." Su Ming had a peculiar expression at this moment.
Because it was clear that the people emerging from Hellfire now were council members, their clothing and attire were quite luxurious. The leader should be Bekman, their chief, but that was fine. The main issue was the woman beside him; Su Ming had seen her before.
Isn't that the woman who just hooked up with Monac and was sleeping in the nearby apartment yesterday?
So that's it, no wonder a young and beautiful woman could own a large apartment near Mars Square and also get involved with someone as choosy as Monac. After all, Monac is not Howard, who's not so desperate that he'd run a beauty pageant among Hollywood actresses.
If it's her, then it makes sense; she's the current Black Queen of Hellfire, Barry Severia.
After recognizing her, Su Ming looked at the Black King with a bit of sympathy in his eyes, always feeling a bit uneasy about the situation.
In the original comic history, Barry and Bekman were a couple, and later, these two rich seconds died together under the schemes of Selene and Sebastian.
But now, due to Deathstroke's interference, even though it saves them, it also leaves the man cheated on. This is definitely a price they paid.
Barry must have recognized the black and yellow armor too; her eyes were evasive, hiding behind Bekman and unwilling to come forward.
However, the Black King mistook her actions for fear, and honestly, looking at the surroundings, he was scared too.
Even without considering the floating mass of black smoke with features, the Fire Skeleton riding the Skeleton Horse, and the two figures flashing and disappearing, Sebastian's headless corpse not far away was enough to strike fear into these heirs and heiresses who only knew money.
Sitting in the salon, drinking and weaving all kinds of plots was their specialty, but give them a gun, and they wouldn't even know where the safety is.
This situation is like the Owl Court in DC, where everyone dresses impeccably, pointing fingers at the fate of nations, having elaborate plots every day—killing this one today and that one tomorrow.
But when Batman caught them, they panicked and collectively drank poison because they didn't know how to resist, thinking it more dignified to end themselves.
Though Bekman was also afraid, he was nominally the leader. When the Emperor and Red Bishop were absent, he was the highest authority, and for the dignity of the nobility, he bravely asked:
"Who... who are you? Leave quickly; I'm not bluffing. We've already called the police!"
Immediately, someone shrunk behind him echoed one after another, turning the scene into a marketplace.
"Right, once the police arrive, you won't be able to leave."
"Oh, I'm on good terms with the Paris police chief. For your sake, leave quickly; we don't want to make too big a fuss."
"That's right; you'd better think twice. Don't fear the police—there's also the army and the nation backing them."
Su Ming sighed, and Charles pressed his forehead, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose between the eyes.
This scene is clearly beyond what the police can handle, right? Have these people been scared senseless? Is this really the Hellfire Club?
Actually, it wasn't wrong. In the era when ordinary people controlled Hellfire, they were really this cowardly.
Until Selene killed all these people, replaced them with many mutants, and promoted Sebastian as Black Emperor.
To escape being a puppet under Selene, Xiao added another set of white pieces to the original club's black pieces, recruiting the White Queen, White Bishop, and others to resist Selene, the Black Queen, which made Hellfire gradually powerful.
That was the Hellfire that could stand toe-to-toe with the X-Men and the Mutant Brotherhood.
Now? Letting them trade stocks isn't an issue, but fighting? Forget it.
Moreover, with Sebastian already taken out, how Selene deals with these people is her problem to consider later.
Su Ming had Strangulation digest Xiao's body, and at the same time, had the cloak help capture Wind Demon. He decided not to let Ciri chase the Red Demon anymore—no need to waste time on that guy.
Throughout, everyone treated the Hellfire Council's people like air, without answering their questions, letting them shiver in the cold wind.
Looking at Wind Demon wrapped like a balloon by the Magic Floating Cloak, Su Ming patted the black smoke through the cloak and said to Charles.
"End of operation, erase the memories of those fools."
Charles raised his hand to his temple, closing his eyes.
A moment later, when the council members came to their senses, they found themselves inexplicably ice-skating on the frozen Seine River, each holding onto the back of the person in front of them, seemingly having a good time.
Why are we here? What are we doing? Where are we going?
Everyone looked at each other, but there were no answers. They only knew that, for some reason, many police and onlookers were on the riverbank, looking at them as if they were a group of fools.