Chapter 137: Allen Enrages the Dark Phoenix

Chapter 137: Allen Enrages the Dark Phoenix

The Dark Phoenix, having just destroyed the father who had abandoned her, was now lost in a daze.

Instead of leaving right away, she remained in the unattended house, reminiscing about her childhood.

But moments of peace never last long.

A concerned neighbor, noticing the old drunk Summers had disappeared, called the police.

When officers showed up to investigate, she casually blasted them away.

In an instant, the once-quiet town became a hotspot of chaos.

Upon learning that a mutant had appeared, the townspeople scrambled to flee with their families.

Reinforcements soon arrived—dozens of heavily armed officers surrounded the house.

"This is the police! Come out with your hands up, or we'll be forced to take action!"

From outside, officers issued a warning through a megaphone.

But none of them dared act rashly—sweaty palms betrayed their fear.

Not long ago, Magneto's spectacular display had made the news, opening people's eyes to how terrifying mutants could be. Fully armed officers amounted to nothing more than props.

Inside the house, the Dark Phoenix sat silently in a chair.

She didn't want to leave. More than that—she refused to leave.

She could sense something—or someone—approaching. It felt like fate, as if she were meant to wait here for them.

As for the people outside? She couldn't care less. If she wanted, she could turn them all to dust with a single thought.

But she simply wasn't interested.

Still, there are always ignorant mortals who tempt fate.

A heavily armed SWAT unit arrived, equipped with heavy firepower. They weren't aiming to capture her—just to eliminate the target.

At that moment, Magneto and a group of mutants arrived on the scene.

The X-Men and the Brotherhood had temporarily joined forces to confront the Dark Phoenix crisis.

As soon as they teleported in and saw the sea of police—

Magneto acted without hesitation.

With a wave of magnetic force, all the officers' weapons were torn apart, their armored vehicles reduced to scrap.

"Scram."

That single word, uttered lightly, sent the disarmed, still-stunned officers running for their lives.

A few thousand bucks a month? Let someone else risk their neck.

"Yo, Erik. Another show-stopper from you, huh?"

Just then, Apocalypse and his crew arrived on the scene.

It had been three days now. The Dark Phoenix should be stable—it was time to bring her in.

Unfortunately, they ran into Magneto's group.

"What are you trying to do?"

The atmosphere instantly turned tense.

It was obvious that both sides had come for the Dark Phoenix—only their intentions differed.

"Whatever you're doing, we'll do the same."

Allen chimed in with a friendly tone, "We've fought side by side before, no need to get so worked up. I nearly pissed myself just now—three drops, swear to God."

"..."

You pissed yourself? Then go home and change.

And you're not even embarrassed to admit it?

"Jean Grey is unstable right now. Don't provoke her," Magneto warned.

"Come on, we're not here to start a fight."

Allen removed his mask, flicked his hair, and said, "Erik, do me a favor. Let us go in first. If we can't talk it out, we'll back off."

"I'm not comfortable with that."

There was no way Magneto would let them act freely.

If they triggered the Dark Phoenix's darker emotions, things could spiral out of control fast.

"As a sign of sincerity, just me and the boss will go in. Everyone else waits outside. That's fair, right?" Allen puffed up his chest. "You don't have to respect me—but you will respect my boss."

Magneto glanced at Apocalypse. After a long silence, he finally nodded. "Fine. Just the two of you. But don't provoke her."

"You know me! Trustworthy as always," Allen said cheerfully.

Trustworthy? Not a chance.

Magneto didn't believe a word Allen said. He only relented because of the debt he owed Apocalypse—after all, the man had helped him unlock his potential.

"Boss, with me here, you'll soon have another powerhouse under your command," Allen vowed confidently.

"I'll hold you to it," Apocalypse said, nodding in satisfaction.

"Oh, hell yeah."

Apocalypse had to admit—Allen had delivered. He'd built up a sizable force and taken down the Hellfire Club.

As for the Sentinels and Dark Phoenix? Those were unpredictable curveballs—nothing you could blame Allen for.

Allen and Apocalypse approached the door.

Knock knock knock…

Allen politely rapped on the door and called out, "Gas inspection! Looks like you've got your gas line hooked up to the water supply!"

Without waiting for a response, he turned the handle and stepped inside.

There she was—the Dark Phoenix, sitting calmly in a chair, eyes filled with quiet confusion.

Allen raised a hand to stop Apocalypse from speaking. Brimming with confidence, he said, "Boss, let me handle this. Let the pros do the talking."

"Mind your tone."

Apocalypse felt a lingering unease whenever he stood before the Dark Phoenix.

He knew better than anyone how terrifying a Level Five mutant could be.

"We're all adults here, so I'll cut to the chase."

Allen spread his arms and wiggled his fingers, introducing grandly: "This is my boss, Apocalypse. Sure, he looks like he hasn't eaten in weeks, and I'll admit—I think he's ugly too."

"What did you say?" the Dark Phoenix frowned.

"I'll make it simple. My boss likes you. Don't turn him down, yeah?" Allen leered like a thug eyeing a noblewoman.

"Allen, you—!"

Apocalypse glared at him in fury.

This wasn't what they'd agreed on. The plan was to use persuasion—not intimidation!

BOOM!

Before Apocalypse could finish, the Dark Phoenix exploded.

Black flames engulfed both of them, shredding the entire house to dust.

"You'll pay for insulting me."

Her voice was cold, her killing intent razor-sharp.

As the black fire surged toward them, Apocalypse threw up a forcefield.

Struggling to maintain it, he pleaded desperately, "Please, listen! That's not what we meant—we're here to recruit you!"

"Boss, don't bother. There's plenty of fish in the sea—why obsess over this one? A woman like her needs to be put in her place. There's a dozen more outside just like her," Allen said, still smug as ever.

"Shut up!"

Apocalypse was on the verge of tears. To make matters worse, he realized he couldn't teleport—those black flames were interfering with space itself.

The house had been reduced to ash, and the mutants outside stared in horror at the raging Dark Phoenix.

No one could understand how they managed to piss her off the moment they walked in.

"Did you just insult me!?"

Allen widened his eyes in mock indignation and turned on Apocalypse.

"You insulted me!? I'm doing all this for you and you yell at me? Are you freaking serious, you crusty thousand-year-old fossil?! Damn bald freak! Rotten gray-skinned clown! You stinking cueball!"

Apocalypse was completely stunned.

The lunatic had picked the worst possible moment to go off the rails.

Even the Dark Phoenix was confused—how had these two turned on each other?

The other mutants outside couldn't wrap their heads around it either. Weren't they on the same team? Why was the lackey cursing out his boss?

Allen suddenly turned to the Dark Phoenix, glaring with fury.

"You evil woman! You ruined the relationship between me and my boss!"

"Allen, stop! What are you doing!?"

Apocalypse shouted in panic as Allen began walking toward the Dark Phoenix—he couldn't spare a hand from maintaining the forcefield.