No one knows if Cable finally figured it out, but Cable himself is also a product of time.
He is a clone of Jean, the child of the Red Queen and Cyclops, a weapon designed by Mr. Sinister, who has always felt that Apocalypse wants to settle scores with him.
However, due to a series of changes, young Cable was infected with a virus, and there was no cure for it at the time.
The X-Men sent him to the 36th century, where he received treatment, but half of his body turned into machinery.
Growing up in the future, Cable used a space-time device to return to the 21st century and got involved with the X-Men, making numerous changes on his own.
Anyone with an X in their team name has no right to point fingers at others concerning time.
"Contact those three women and Modi, call them back. The situation outside has changed, and I need to rework the plan. Letting them run around now is a bit dangerous."
Su Ming didn't care what Cable was thinking and directly gave him a task.
Could Cable refuse? Definitely not, after all, those three women belong to Wade, so both in terms of reason and emotion, he has to follow this order.
This is how people are. After getting used to executing reasonable orders, they don't think much about unreasonable ones and instead tend to execute them instinctively.
Once accustomed, Cable would no longer doubt Deathstroke's words...
About ten minutes later, when they returned to the Guerrilla Headquarters, almost everyone was there.
The X-Men and Holloway had already looted a German Army hospital during the chaos, with Secret Guest secretly storing the supplies at the Hell Border, and retrieving them upon returning here. Instantly, the guerrillas acquired a mound of medical supplies.
At this moment, the faces of those three jealous women were all smudged with soot; they were quite unhappy about the pause in their competition.
However, Wade, who was halfway through self-healing and resembled a fermented pancake, seemed quite content, sitting peacefully on the ground, used as a cushion by the three women.
Monac had also woken up, looking pale, cradling a cup and sipping from it absentmindedly.
Seeing Su Ming's group return, he stood up.
"Deathstroke, I have an important matter to tell you."
Su Ming pulled him back to sit down again, stuffing the cup back into his hand: "You've been casting spells again. I suggest taking a break. Even if the Demon God hasn't done anything to you, your mind and spirit are near breaking point."
"Remember that car we had before? I took the antidepressants from it, want to try some?" Holloway chipped in, having just finished bandaging everyone and now resting nearby.
Monac rubbed his mustache, making a rustling sound, and shook his head slowly: "Maybe a bit later... but I can still hold on for now, this matter is very important."
As he spoke, he raised his arm, and in his palm, a black Earth gradually appeared, with dozens of bright spots moving rapidly across it.
"This is the Namor Fragment." Su Ming immediately recognized the positions of these things, which, compared to the map in his mind, were all moving towards one location.
Why disassemble Namor and now seemingly want to piece him back together?
"Yes, they are all parts of Namor's body. According to their current trajectory, these fragments are all heading to Paris."
Monac chanted a brief incantation, marking the movement directions of these bright spots with arrows, all converging on Paris.
The black light pulsated throughout the room, capturing everyone's attention, and this unnatural light made everyone feel eerie.
The fragments are coming.
This doesn't look like something Hydra or Xiaohuzi would do, as Zemo already discovered that he was looking for these fragments, which means Hydra knows about it too. Moreover, Xiaohuzi's faction in this world is quite powerful, and he would definitely plant spies within Hydra, meaning he is aware as well.
Yet someone delivered the Namor Fragment, as if saying, "I know you are looking for Namor, here you go, hurry back home and sleep."
Very unusual....
Underneath his mask, Su Ming squinted his eyes; it seemed the situation had not only failed to simplify but had grown more complicated.
Could it be a trap?
But given the current situation, even if the other side wanted to go all out and set a trap, one could only confront them directly.
Fortunately, his side was quite strong, with Cable, Journey, and Secret Guest having substantial strength.
Others were a bit weaker but could still be considered second-tier strength, plus the mascot Domino. Even against Hydra's all-stars, they had a solid chance.
"Too bad Wade the scoundrel right now..."
Calculating his side's strength, Su Ming abruptly noticed Wade being used as a cushion by the three women, spread comically on the ground, with the white blocks on his mask turned crescent-shaped, seemingly quite pleased and still snickering.
Damn, are his bones and muscles growing back just to start acting up? Luckily, he can't speak yet.
Su Ming walked over in distaste and stepped on him, leaving a black combat boot footprint on his head.
Since the enemy, for reasons unknown, delivered Namor, one must certainly accept it, necessitating a change in the next step of action plans.
The first step is dividing teams; since Namor's arrival might be a huge trap, it's safer to have several people go together for the heist.
Simultaneously, a second team must be deployed to engage the city's German Army while another team targets the Namor Fragment, ensuring ground and aerial attacks are fended off, requiring considerable strength.
Only Su Ming could transform into Captain America; Steve naturally attracted attention; thus, it's up to him to keep Zemo and the German Army busy in the city, taking Journey, Blast, Time Vortex, and Secret Guest as contingencies.
Everyone else is instructed to go for the Namor Fragment, led by Cable with Monac guiding the way.
As for the Roaring Assault Team, Peggy, and Nick, they are not even being considered, too weak to serve any purpose.
"Everyone, listen to me." He clapped his hands to bring these superheroes' attention onto himself: "The situation has changed..."
He shared his analysis with them and, before they could voice opinions, presented his counterplan.
Given the enemy's unknown status, this seemed like a fairly safe solution.
Only Little Rascal seemed a bit confused; what were they X-Men originally here for in this era? Why did it feel like they were suddenly marching a different path?
But she sneaked a glance at Secret Guest, who remained expressionless as ever, causing Mary to suppress her curiosity.
The Bone Hall was very quiet, the faint light from the lamps making each shadow flicker unceasingly, and no one voiced any disagreements.
They had pledged to help and, naturally, intended to see it through to the end. Now, with one or two hours before the Namor Fragment would arrive in Paris from around the globe, they could take a brief rest.