Marvel: Killing Makes You Stronger

[Sponsored] Chapter 57: True Purpose of Visit

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Professor X sincerely invited Bi Xiao to visit the school upon his arrival.

Bi Xiao did not refuse.

The school has dormitories that can accommodate hundreds of students, towers, long tunnel corridors, vast stables, elegant greenhouses, and a garden built along the mountainside.

The medieval armor along the corridors and the creaking wooden floors in the castle give a sense of crossing through time, as if one were in a mansion that had stood for over a hundred years.

The school looks uniquely beautiful in the evening light.

Storm, Ororo Munroe took Christine to her place of residence.

The rest followed the professor, chatting casually as they walked along the road with Bi Xiao to the lakeside.

"Every time I come here, it reminds me of my youth, swinging on that tree and the memories of Raven," said the professor.

"It's a pity, however, that the relationship between humans and mutants has deteriorated, everything has changed. Not all accept mutants, they do not understand the helplessness and sorrow of mutants, they just hate them more. Bi Xiao, I appreciate that you saved those children, you saved their lives."

Professor Charles, sitting in his wheelchair, pushed by Jean, spoke these words beside Bi Xiao.

"To me, there is no difference between ordinary people and mutants, only good and evil."

"But many people don't think the same."

"How they think is irrelevant to me; if you are grateful, then perhaps we can make a deal?"

"If you need help, I will do everything I can."

The group paused by the lakeside, and the professor earnestly said to Bi Xiao.

"I need an aircraft, one that allows me to travel freely around the world. I can pay a fair price for it," Bi Xiao revealed his intent.

This was Bi Xiao's second reason for visiting the school.

Now, his only limitation is that he cannot fly, or cannot fly for long durations. Currently, he can perform short flights through his superhuman jumps, and even detect air currents to propel himself through them.

But to travel across continents, or from one country to another, is too slow.

Thus, he needs a private jet, one that can operate independently of national aviation regulations.

This would facilitate his travels around the world in search of suitable targets.

Only S.H.I.E.L.D. and the mutant school could meet his condition.

Beast, an unquestionable genius scientist, had personally built the Blackbird jet, an essential tool for the X-Men to rescue mutants worldwide.

S.H.I.E.L.D. was too bureaucratic for him, but Professor Xavier's place was just right.

Today, from two traitorous vampire elders, he had obtained a large sum of US dollars, enough to pay for this transaction.

Professor Charles was indeed surprised that Bi Xiao wanted to trade for a plane.

So were the others.

With his powerful telepathy, Professor Charles’ thoughts moved quickly, but he did not refuse the deal.

"Hank?"

He looked toward a man wearing a suit and glasses, looking somewhat delicate—Hank, also known as Beast, the top scientist at the school and among the world's brightest minds.

Hank, upon receiving the professor's inquiring gaze, paused to think.

Then he said, "Building such a plane is very expensive, even though I built it myself, the cost could exceed 150 million US dollars."

In this era, 150 million US dollars had significant purchasing power. To put it into perspective, the most advanced fighter jet in the US, the F-22, costs about 200 million US dollars, including many advanced weapons, coatings, and high-grade materials from suppliers.

His privately built combat plane, not equipped with weapons and having low labor costs, was expensive primarily in terms of time.

Even so, ordinary people could not afford such a cost.

But Bi Xiao didn't care about the money. Even spending 150 million US dollars, he could easily cover the expenses extracted from the two traitorous vampire elders.

What he wanted was to exchange money for time.

"So, when can it be delivered to me?"

Bi Xiao looked at Hank.

The latter hesitated: "If you need it urgently, I can deliver the Blackbird Mark II to you, originally meant to replace the Mark I for Jean and others' missions."

"The construction is nearly complete, and it could be delivered in about a month."

"I'm more concerned about whether it can evade the radar systems of mainstream countries?"

"Of course, the Blackbird Mark II incorporates materials that absorb radar waves and can interfere with radar systems using non-resonant and resonant magnetic radar absorbing materials," Hank continued.

Bi Xiao patiently listened without interrupting Hank's enthusiasm and nodded in satisfaction.

From Hank's description, the Blackbird Mark II was like an aerial ghost, designed to maximize evasion of detection by radars worldwide, thus avoiding unnecessary disputes and complications.

In fact, the Blackbird jets later developed by Hank were among the most advanced in human civilization.

This genius was only second to Tony Stark and Shuri of Wakanda.

Knowing this, he took over the conversation: "I will transfer the money to you tomorrow."

Transferring over 150 million US dollars was typically complex, as ordinary accounts have daily banking limits. But since he had the accounts of two traitorous vampire elders with substantial assets and business in New York, their accounts were senior VIPs with the bank, allowing unlimited transfers, usually just requiring a confirmation call from a dedicated service personnel.

"Okay," Hank nodded, then realized something and quickly added, "If you need refueling or maintenance for the Blackbird Mark II, I can give you a contact. There's a private oil consortium with refueling stations worldwide, though the price is quite high.”