amaotonovel Chapter 4091 MU Superbody Major Event (168)
Chapter 4091 MU Superbody Major Event (168)
Chapter 4091 MU: The Superbody Incident (168)
Schiller first returned to the university as an FBI agent and obtained the contract he had signed with Charles Xavier from the president.
Although he was a visiting professor, he still had to sign a contract. This contract contained Charles's personal information, as well as an address for receiving bills and making contacts. It appeared to be Xavier's property. Charles's parents should still be alive at this time, but the "father" he was referring to wasn't his biological father, but rather his stepfather, Marco, who was suspected of murdering his biological father, Brian.
Under these circumstances, Charles would never reveal information about his important friend to his parents, so Schiller had no intention of going to inquire. After obtaining information about the mansion in West Chester, he contacted the New York City Housing Authority to check the property's records. He discovered that the house's verifiable ownership information had only changed hands once, around the same time as Charles Xavier's biological father's death, suggesting that this change was likely related to the transfer of inheritance.
However, the taxes incurred during the property transfer were noted when the information changed. From the tax amount, it can be inferred that this house was not Charles Xavier's only property, because at that time New York City also implemented a tiered tax system, with different property taxes and estate taxes for a single residence and multiple residences. The tax amount clearly indicates whether a house is a person's only residence; the more properties one owns, the higher the taxes.
Judging from the specific amount of tax paid, this should be Xavier's second house, meaning he has another house, which is very likely the place where he settled Eric, the local from the Nightmare World.
Finding the exact location of this house is easy. Charles's stepfather, Marco, is no saint; he probably never liked his stepson to begin with, and after Charles's incident, he will undoubtedly take advantage of his misfortune and refuse to accept any bills or emails related to Charles.
In those days, bills and mail were delivered door-to-door by postmen, usually placed in mailboxes. However, they could also be returned. This was done by waiting for the postman to come and clearly telling him that he did not want the letter, and the letter would be returned to the post office.
Schiller and Arkham Batman arrived at the West Chester post office and searched for a long time before finally finding returned bills, termination notices, contract termination notices, and other letters belonging to Charles.
One of the bills was due soon—it happened to be a property tax bill. The tax laws in the US back then were incredibly strict, and the IRS became famous during that era. The IRS had a policy that if a person refused to accept a bill at their registered address, or failed to sign for a bill by the due date, the bill could be sent to another address registered under their name to prevent them from evading taxes by claiming "I didn't receive the bill."
In other words, after the West Chester house refused to accept the bill, it would be sent to another house under Charles's name before the payment deadline.
“Are you going to deliver this?” Schiller slammed the bill on the table and said, “This is a lot of money, and you know what kind of trouble the person who paid this bill is in. If you go to him before the deadline, you definitely won’t get it back, and then the IRS will be coming after you.”
The staff member took the bill and looked at the name, which made him hesitate. He said, "We would deliver it half a month in advance, but this person is really... We can't find a postman, and besides, he's not afraid of the tax bureau."
"Give me the address, and I'll deliver it for you. If they really can't pay, tell them to contact the FBI."
The staff member thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, it's great that you're willing to take on this job. But don't say anything..."
"Do you think I'm some clueless newbie? Give me your address."
Having obtained the address, the group hurried to the house. Sure enough, they found an injured Magneto inside.
It's unclear how those people managed to do it, but Magneto looked severely injured, even bedridden, and his powers seemed weakened. At least when Schiller and his group stormed into the house, his resistance was very limited; when he used magnetism to control the lamps and smash them, the force was minimal.
Magneto lay there on the bed, staring coldly at them. Schiller cleared his throat and said, "We're not here to arrest you. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to find you here under the protection of Charles and S.H.I.E.L.D. We're here to help you."
Schiller wasn't lying; information about the house wasn't hard to find. Those guys could beat Magneto up like that, finding this place would be a piece of cake. The main reason they hadn't found it was because Charles was desperately trying to cover it up, and S.H.I.E.L.D. was also providing cover.
However, now that Charles has been captured, S.H.I.E.L.D. is busy dealing with Hydra and has completely neglected this place, which gave Schiller and his team an opportunity.
“Constantine!” Schiller called out to those behind him.
Constantine rummaged through his trunk and found a packet of powder, which he lit in the room and emitted a somewhat pungent smell. Then he took out a small bottle of brown grease, mixed it with a green liquid that smelled of herbs, and poured it into Magneto's mouth.
Magneto coughed violently a few times, but his complexion quickly returned to normal. He tried to move slightly and found that his injuries were indeed much better. He looked up at them and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. We're not helping you unconditionally. Charles has been captured by the military, and you have to go and rescue him."
Upon hearing that Charles had been arrested, Magneto forgot all about recovering and frowned, asking, "He's been arrested? Where is he now?"
“The military had a base on Long Island,” Schiller said. When they realized they couldn’t stop them, Arkham Batman went to track them down, but the military had weapons of mass destruction, so Arkham Batman didn’t dare get too close and could only roughly determine that they were heading towards Long Island.
Magneto flew directly towards Long Island. Schiller stood at the window watching his retreating figure. Arkham Batman asked, "Do you think we can outmaneuver them?"
“I’m afraid it will be difficult,” Schiller said, shaking his head. “This is match point, and the opponent will not give up no matter what. Moreover, Magneto and Professor X know each other too well, and we have no advantage.”
"What kind of nightmare do you think you'll have?" Arkham Batman suddenly asked. Schiller knew he was already looking ahead to the next round.
In fact, in games like this that test understanding of teammates, the defending side clearly has an advantage. Currently, the defending side is winning all the games. This is because, comparatively, each player has a better understanding of the people and rules of their own team's world, naturally giving them a greater advantage.
However, there was only one exception: Schiller.
It's fair to say that neither of the two worlds knows much about him. Even Batman has limited knowledge of Schiller, especially regarding his past. Arkham Batman even suspects that the agent might never have had nightmares at all—what could someone like him possibly be afraid of?
Unable to deduce the answer, but not wanting to lose, the only option was to ask. After all, the other party had surely communicated beforehand, so their actions weren't considered excessive.
“I suggest we keep trying in this dream,” Schiller said rather cryptically. “You don’t want to see my nightmares.”
“This isn’t something our efforts can accomplish,” Constantine said, lighting another cigarette and standing by another window. “The Ancient One can’t stop them for long. Once Magneto sees Charles, he’ll have a whole bunch of sweet talk to coax him.”
“Now it’s all about who’s faster,” Jack said, pursing his lips. “They all look the same anyway. Whoever Magneto reaches Charles first and rescues him will be the hero in Charles’ eyes, the one who risked his life to save his teammates despite being injured.”
"In that case, we're at a disadvantage because the Magneto we found is genuinely injured. We don't want to fail to rescue him and end up getting ourselves killed in the process."
“Shut up, you jinx!” Jack yelled at Constantine.
And Constantine's words proved prophetic. The Magneto they found, though a local, was still recovering from his injuries and was no match for the outsider Magneto. Although he arrived earlier, he couldn't break into the military base. In the end, Eric broke in first and took Charles away. At this point, the score was predictably 3-3.
"Tell me about your nightmare!" Constantine said anxiously. "Don't tell me you never dream, this is match point!"
Schiller sighed deeply and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I simply don't know where to begin. It's a long story..."
“Then cut to the chase,” Jack said. “Did you forget your ID, get a flat tire while speeding, have your coffee too hot, or couldn’t buy any donuts…”
"Is this all the nightmares an agent can have for you?" Schiller said with a hint of helplessness. "I don't just show my badge to people, drive around aimlessly, or eat donuts after drinking coffee..."
“Really not?” Constantine questioned.
"I think you all know me; nobody here wants to win more than me. But the truth is, even if I tell you what you're going to face next, there's nothing you can do about it..."
“Then you have to tell me first,” Constantine said impatiently. “Tell me what we’re facing.”
Schiller.
"what?"
Schiller Rodriguez.
"Yes, I know you're the protagonist of the nightmare, and probably very unfriendly, but you..."
Constantine pressed on, but Arkham Batman seemed to have figured something out and asked pointedly, "Where is the location?"
"My mental tower."
In an instant, the darkness dissipated, and all they saw were countless Schillers standing before them. Some wore striped suits, some carried napkins, some had shoulder-length hair, some wore masks…
Pairs of unfocused gray eyes all turned to them. Arkham Batman gasped, then yelled, "Don't move!!!"
Don't worry, the vinegar will be here soon.