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"Actually, it's nothing. I'm here this time just bringing them to recognize your face. It's best to take a photo with you. When you mature, it will be uploaded to Facebook."

While the Mutant Trio was studying Spider-Man's clippings, Wang Dali came up with a wrong move while chatting with Peter.

"It is difficult to revive the mutant game if it is just a general superhero. So I want to train them according to the route of superhero idols."

"Idol?"

Upon hearing this, Tony Stark showed a very exaggerated expression and his body twisted.

"Do you want them to wear superhero battle uniforms and run to the stage to sing and dance like this?"

"Wait, Mr. Wang. You haven't told us about this before!"

The Steeler on the side said to Wang Dali with a panic look on his face. From his nickname, he knew that his body was very stiff. It was okay to sing, but it was really difficult for him to dance.

Sitting next to him, the introverted Poppy also said that this was really a bit impossible.

"Of course you can refuse."

Wang Dali glanced at them with some displeasure, and a sneered sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"In this case, I will send you back now and let Professor X change a group of people. I think your classmates should be happy to contribute to their mutant compatriots."

Such a big hat made Steelers and Iceman speechless. John the Fireman is quite interested in this superhero idol project.

"What are you anxious about? Big iron blocks. Since you are a superhero idol, then I think you must be different from ordinary idols, right?"

"That's right."

Wang Dali nodded at him and further explained his plan.

"Idols rely on songs, dances and appearance to gain fans. After the number of fans increases, the purpose is to make money for the companies behind them, and it doesn't matter whether they overdraw the value of their idols themselves for this. But you are different."

"Superhero idols are not a very profitable profession. In my plan, every amount of money you earn is not only taken out as your living expenses, but also donated to charity organizations. I think Tony you can help in this regard."

In America, where almost a rich man can do charity tax avoidance, Tony Stark has a great say in this regard.

"You just go to Pepper for this matter. She is the one who works on the charity foundation I go to. I guarantee there is no trick."

Under the operation of some people who are interested, charity organizations have become money-making organizations. However, Tony Stark is not short of this amount of money, and there is no need to do such things that once discovered, it will greatly damage himself and Stark's reputation.

"Although you are narcissistic and have a good (harmonious) color, it is undeniable that many people in the general public yearn for your life very much. With the identity of Iron Man, they are barely considered half a star. Driven by your fame, it will be easier for them to take the first step."

"Hmph, star?"

After listening to Wang Dali's comments, Tony looked disapproving. He tidied up his shirt and tightened his biceps that he had worked hard to train recently, showing the smile of a successful man.

"Have you ever seen a rich star like me?"

...

"New York Post, I'm Booles-Kiren. This is the Brussels district of New York City. When I arrived, the fire spread severely! More than a dozen firefighters were already doing intense work. According to the tips of the residents around, there was a family of three inside that had not been evacuated! But the fire was too big and the firefighters could not rush in at all!"

boom!

Just as the reporter spoke, a room in the building exploded, and then it caused a series of explosions. The flames rose violently into the sky, and the reporters standing several meters away from the building could feel a hot wind blowing.

"Oh no!"

The fire was a hotel, and the location where the explosion just happened should be its kitchen.

After the explosion, the flames became even more intense, and the three fire trucks worked together to suppress them. Looking at the fire, when it was extinguished, the three people in the building were probably already burned.

"Back, back!"

For the shooting effect, the New York Post reporter and his photographer stood a little too close to the fire. For safety reasons, a firefighter stepped forward to try to get them back a few meters away.

But at this moment, two people with baseball caps and pressed the brim of the hats very low suddenly approached the fire. The firefighter frowned and was about to scold them, but they suddenly raised their right to the burning building in front of him.

A frost air spurted out from one of the men and rushed into the fire, pointing directly to the room where the family of three was. The continuous frost air quickly suppressed the surrounding fire and quickly began to freeze the room from the window.

Another man pressed down the right side, and the flames raging in the fire were like beasts trapped in chains. He was unwilling to accept it, but his body was very obedient and slowly weakened his fire.

A minute later, the fire that had just wanted to fly into the sky was completely suppressed, and finally became a small flame and slowly floated into the young man, and was shattered by him.

People around were still marveling at the two of them, but the firefighters immediately ran to the building that had stopped burning with gas masks.

This is the news that God is destined to give me!

Seeing the plot reversed, Boers was so excited that he was about to jump up.

"Nelson, come with me!"

He led his photographer to rush towards the two young men and spoke quickly to them.

"Hello, I am Bours Kiren, a reporter for the New York Post. You just put out a fire and saved three innocent lives. Do you think about it now?"

Notice the existence of the camera, the two of them pulled the brim of their hats lower, almost covering most of their faces.

"We don't have any feelings. Since we have this ability, isn't it natural to choose to save people?"

The young man who extinguished the flames replied to Boersri's microphone, and another young man who controlled the ice pulled his arm.

"John, the time we made an appointment with Mr. is almost here, it's time for us to leave."

Then he nodded to Booles.

"Sorry, it's time for us to go to class."

"Wait, I..."

Although Boers continued to ask, they did not mean to answer the question, but instead lowered their heads and ran away.

But of course Booles would not let them go, and he also trotted and followed with a cameraman named Nelson behind him. He was running and asked questions.

On the other side, the onlookers also reacted and approached the two of them and took out a photo. When they were about to be surrounded, a blue door suddenly appeared on the ground.
Chapter completed!