As Eric hugged Ororo, the bystanders were not only the students who were cheering, but also on the balcony in the distance, Qin and Professor were watching them.

"He looks different from usual." Qin stood tall, looking at the side with long red hair scattered with expressionless face. Now she was dominated by Phoenix, and the original one she retreated back to the depths of her heart.

The professor moved his wheelchair and came to Qin from behind to watch Eric's unrestrained behavior with her.

"Yes, he is coming out of the shadows. Everyone has shadows in their hearts, and as long as you can defeat them, you can be stronger."

"Is this the reason why you trapped me with your spiritual shackles?" Quanto asked without looking back.

"No." The professor shook his head. "That was my mistake, I apologize to you. Look-----" he said sincerely: "Eric or me, each of us may do stupid things. We are not perfect."

"We are not." Qin admitted this, then stared at the professor and said slowly: "But it is."

The professor's face was solemn. He knew what Qin meant. The power on her was not just from the second personality inside. A strange power that did not belong to this planet was quietly resonating with her. Under this resonance, her power was quietly increasing every minute and every second, becoming increasingly unrestricted.

"I felt that it likes Eric more than me." Qin turned around and continued to look into the distance. Eric had just let go of Ororo, and was being chased by the shy and angry Storm girl all over the playground. "Aren't you worried?"

The professor's pupils shrank a little, and then his expression relaxed: "I'm not worried."

He looked at Eric who was teasing his female colleague on the playground and said, "He is his king."

Qin refused to comment. She didn't care about the professor's opinion. The figure of the man on the playground attracted all her attention.

At this moment, Hank poked his head out of the upstairs window and interrupted them.

"Charles, phone." Hank shouted loudly: "FDNY commissioned Moira's niece to call, and there is an emergency fire in New York that hopes to get help from the college."

Hearing Hank's shout, the professor and Qin looked at each other, and then looked at the playground.

Underground boarding room.

"Check your uniform girls to see if you've worn it neatly, and don't leave the corners of your clothes outside to make a joke." Eric reminded the students who rushed into the cabin. "John, do you want me to serve you privately?"

John the Fireman quickly stuffed the corner of his clothes where it should be, and then said with a smile: "Boss, if I can, I really hope to have this honor."

"It's a pity that my service is only for ladies." Eric said he couldn't help, and then saw a blue figure walking in. "Hey, Hank?"

"I'll go together, too." Hank put his clothes in his hands. He ran over and had not had time to change it. After all, this was the first official event for young people, and he was a little worried.

"Hank." Eric called his name. "Stay here, Hank, the Academy needs you. Wait for us to hear the good news." He said firmly by pressing his hand on the shoulder of the senior.

Seeing the persistence in his eyes, the beast Hank hesitated for a moment and finally agreed.

"Take them back, Eric." He shouted out of the cabin.

Eric made a reassuring gesture, and then the aircraft left the ground.

At this moment, in the Bronx area in northern New York, a seven-story apartment building was burning with a raging fire. The fire was originally ignited from a nearby underground factory and spread to the neighboring neighborhood under the influence of wind. When it came into contact with the old building, it immediately discovered that it was its own excellent habitat. The dilapidated furniture and a large amount of flammable materials were its accomplices. Now it was so arrogant that it laughed smugly as people looked at the desperate expressions.

"When will the support arrive?" The heat wave was too close and it was untenable. The fat black man in the FDNY uniform took a few steps back and took off his wet hat, threw it on the ground and asked loudly to the person next to him.

"There is no support, and a fire broke out in the south. The recent support is here. There is no time for further power. The fire will soon swallow the building." His companion had just asked his superiors for help through communication equipment, but the reply he received disappointed him.

"What pile of dog shit has built the fire passage so narrow? Can we only watch them be burned to death by the fire now?" The fat man wiped the oily sweat from the high temperature on his face. If this continues, he no longer has hope.

On the rooftop, a group of people were crowded on the edge of the house and waving to them desperately, but the experienced firefighters are at a loss now. They are just ordinary people, and they are really helpless in the face of this predicament.

"The bureau contacted the Mutant Academy through the Ivoht reporter. Maybe they had a way." The companion shouted in his ear, trying to comfort the fat man. Although he himself didn't believe that this would help rescue the trapped people, it was always hope.

"Mutant?" The fat man spat. "Is there any difference between them and those pretentious superheroes? They are busy robbing policemen. It is easy to make headlines on newspapers. Who will take care of us? Unless this is a big case of hundreds of casualties, they will not even look at it."

Several high-pressure water dragons were spraying desperately, but they could only obtain some insignificant progress. Their heavy equipment could not be in, and the fire was getting stronger and stronger.

A group of illegal immigrants lived in the fired building, mostly from Western Africa, living together as large families. This was originally a temporary home they found in this strange country, but now it may become their burial place. Perhaps soon, these people will never be able to distinguish each other in an intimate manner.

The red flames rushed into the sky with rolling smoke, making the sky darker halfway. The fire scene was crackling, which was the sound of wood furniture being burned to burst, the walls were blackened, and the fire became higher and higher, and the heat waves it emitted blurred people's vision.

There must be reporters in danger. They took the camera to occupy the shooting position and conducted their own interviews or reports.

"The flames were blown by the wind from the east, and soon burned the building. The fire started from one floor and then rose up one layer after another. Someone was lucky enough to run out, and more people were still trapped inside. I saw my friends' family on the roof. They had five adults and twelve children, and none of them ran out now." A nearby resident said excitedly to the reporter.

"We have tried our best. There was a sea of ​​fire in the corridor, and the team members could not enter at all. Some firefighters tried to climb the ladder to save people upstairs, but there was thick smoke rolling there and the trapped people gathered on the rooftop. We had no choice. The fire broke out at an instant, and the people in the building had basically no chance of escape," a fire department investigator told reporters from an objective perspective after evaluating the fire, but he was immediately surrounded by the crowd. "Why don't you send a big fire truck? Where is the helicopter? You will only work hard when saving white people, and don't care about us black people at all." They pushed and shoved the reporters and the respondents to argue.

"No, don't do this, my dear." A taxi driver parked his car not far away and ran over to try to rush into the fire building. Fortunately, the firefighters were clear-headed and hugged him and put him down to the ground. The driver knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. He was a resident of the building, and his family was on the roof. They were not far apart but could only look at each other from a distance.

The heat steeped, forcing the trapped people on the rooftop into a corner of the rooftop. On one side were the fierce and ruthless fire demons, and on the other side were the cliffs dozens of meters high. People in desperate situations finally lost their minds and some people began to take risks.

A middle-aged woman climbed onto the guardrail. Her black face had a solemn expression and looked at the sky with empty eyes. She slowly climbed onto the top of the railing and stood up slowly, with her hands spreading out toward the wind.

This dangerous action infected the people around you, just as the sacred ritual of a certain sect began, the brains of the desperate trapped people stopped, they lost their ability to think and imitate her behavior according to their instincts, and people climbed up one after another.

"Don't do this, don't do this." The people downstairs shouted, desperately begging them to wait a little longer, wait a little longer.

Maybe in a few minutes, a miracle will happen.

But they couldn't know how panicked the people on the rooftop were. The fear had completely overwhelmed the reason. They were determined to end the nightmare with their own hands.

A mother carried her two children up and took them over the railings with one hand.

The people downstairs watched this scene and the whole audience was silent, only the sounds in the fire scene were ringing.

They had guessed what the mother would do, but they didn't dare to think about it.

"Save her, who will save her?" said the fat black man from the firefighter trembling. He was an experienced old firefighter who had saved countless trapped people through many battles, but there were always some people who were powerless to do with all his methods. Now this feeling of weakness that made him extremely hated fell on him again.

He watched the woman fall down from the railing and fall down the building with her children holding her.

"No------", he closed his eyes in pain. After a few seconds, a heavy sound that hit the ground sounded, bursting like a leather bag filled with water, and then there would be more of the same sound.

He had guessed the scene where the blood that had gathered into the stream was drying up in the baking of the heat wave.

But he could only close his eyes and avoid the tragic situation for the time being.

Strangely, the expected impact did not occur, but instead cheers suddenly burst out from around.

"What?" The fat man opened his eyes wide and saw a miracle blooming in front of him in shock.

A man in a yellow and black uniform was floating in the void, holding the three poor mother and son in his arms.

They did not fall to the ground and fell into pieces, they were saved.

Eric put the three poor people down and then rose into the air again. The people above suddenly saw the savior appearing, and they were almost crazy to go crazy. They were still rushing down the previous second, but now they had to retreat in a hurry, for fear that they would fall down accidentally, which would be extremely happy and sad.

Ororo and Baby followed behind, and she led the students through the crowd.

Originally, this was a very crowded place, with a narrow and rugged terrain, and a large number of unemployed people who had no place to live gathered here to watch the fire, which made the scene disappear. However, seeing the visitor wearing the same uniform as Eric, the smart people guessed their identities and quickly helped evacuate the crowd.

Soon a trail cleared out of the crowd and Eric's friends rushed to the side of the building.

By this time Eric had completed the most important rescue work. He first found a suitable rescue rope from the firefighters, and then flew up and fixed it with the rope. The young trapped people could use the rope to slide down by themselves with his help, while the children and the elderly were taken to the ground. This work came to an end soon after Ororo joined.

Now that the rooftop is finally empty, people no longer have to worry about it. Then, young people can cooperate with the firefighters to show their skills with confidence.

In the quiet academy, the professor and Hank sat on the balcony listening to the show, their hearts had already flown to that side with the young people.

"This is ABC New York report: A fire broke out in a building in the Bronx area today. Firefighters arrived at the scene within 3 minutes and 43 seconds after receiving the fire call. However, due to the narrow roads in the area, the equipment could not be transported to the scene, so dozens of trapped people were forced to board the rooftop. At the critical moment, the mysterious mutant hero arrived and saved the trapped people who were about to die. Below is the interview with the people present by reporter Lenny from the front."

A trapped person who was rescued waved excitedly and said, "I thought I was going to die. I had climbed outside the railing, but I didn't expect that they saved me. God, I almost fell down."

His foreign accent was too heavy, and it was difficult for the reporter to understand what he was saying, so he turned the microphone to a white man watching.

"When I arrived here, I happened to see two children falling from the rooftop, and their mother was also falling down. At that time, I thought, 'Oh, they are dead now'. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a man flew over to catch them. Really, he flew over like an angel." Although the white audience was not a witness, they could not hide their excitement.

The last interview was a fat black man from the fire brigade, who was the head of this squad.

"Yes, although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that without them today I can only sit back and watch the tragedy happen. I don't like superheroes, they always make us look so clumsy and incompetent, but today I want to say, thank you."

The black firefighter said solemnly to the camera:

"Thank you, mutants."

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Chapter completed!