Countdown! Everyone in danger!
Wolverine landed on his mech, took the cigarette from his mouth, and blew smoke rings to the side.
"Oh my god, Harada Kenuichio, it's been so many years, what are you doing still cooped up in this tin can?"
"Don't you feel too hot? Don't you have prickly heat?"
Sing Sing tilted his head to examine the situation. Shouldn't mages and control-type characters be the ones to deal with these heavily armored units?
"What, it's you?" Old Zhou said, his face clearly showing his displeasure.
"What about Storm, Riptide, Polaris? You're at a disadvantage in close combat."
Upon hearing this, Wolverine's temper flared up instantly.
"Director Wang sent me to support you, you have a problem with that? If you're not happy, go back and talk to him! What are you babbling on to me for!"
Behind the ruins.
Mariko saw that weathered face, covered her lips with her hands, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes and rolled down her lower eyelids.
In that instant, the surrounding noise and commotion ceased abruptly.
Time stood still, and all things fell silent.
With a sharp sniff, Old Zhou could smell the stench of a melodramatic soap opera.
Sing Sing glanced at the two of them exchanging knowing glances, and a powerful background music automatically started playing in his head.
For all the pain of clinging to love!
For all the pain caused by clinging to hatred!
I can no longer distinguish between love and hate. Is this how it is?
6
Those explanations forcibly suppressed in her heart, that farewell without even a goodbye, and the long days she endured alone...
She had cursed this man countless times in the dead of night, calling him heartless and saying he left faster than a rabbit.
But now, with this stubborn donkey standing right in front of her, she couldn't utter a single curse word.
Yukio stood to the side, leaning on her shard-strewn katana, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
If she hadn't backed down back then and covered up those shady dealings for the Yashida family, Logan wouldn't have been so disheartened.
Yukio raised her arm to wipe the blood from her lips and stood in front of Mariko and Amiko again.
How could she possibly have the face to call Logan now?
Let's focus on saving our lives first.
The romantic atmosphere lasted less than three seconds before the Silver Samurai's broken, gong-like electronic synthesized voice blared out.
"Logan, you stray dog!"
Inside the mecha, Harada Kenuichio was furious. "How dare you set foot on the Yashida family's land!"
Stop patting yourselves on the back! This land isn't yours to manage!
Logan cracked his neck a couple of times, grinned maliciously, and said, "Ah Qi, you go do your thing, this can is mine."
Enraged by the taunt, the Silver Samurai gripped his katana, ready to strike a cool pose and utter a few harsh words, but his gaze fell upon the blade.
Several chips have appeared on the originally smooth high-frequency oscillating blade!
No!
That's impossible!
Harada Kenuichio's eyes widened inside the mecha. This was a high-grade product mixed with Adamantium!
Even if it can't compare to Wolverine's original skeleton, it's not something a street vendor's watermelon knife could break!
Who is it!
Who is it?!
While he was still questioning his existence, Logan didn't have time to wait for him to come to his senses and pounced on him, launching a frenzied attack.
"You dare to get distracted while fighting? You're really something!"
After confirming that Old Goldhead was unharmed, Sing Sing turned and rushed towards the underground entrance.
The Ueda Kenji clone was still crawling out, and several layers of mangled bodies had already piled up at the entrance of the cave.
A clone raised its bone blade and slashed at Genji Takiya, who was carrying wounded soldiers.
The Pig Butchering Knife swept horizontally, slicing off the two heads that were charging side by side.
As soon as the person in front fell, the person behind stepped on the broken body to fill the empty space.
Just as another monster was about to break through the defenses, a blue foot suddenly slammed down from mid-air.
The foot had a semi-transparent, ethereal texture, yet it crushed the four-armed monster into a pool of colorful mud with a single stomp.
Sing Sing turned his head and saw a nearly three-meter-tall, semi-transparent psionic armor standing in front of him.
Ichirai Hisako floated at the core of the armor, her legs spread apart to support her body as she fought against the clone, the metal plate at the back of her neck continuously glowing red.
The metal plate at the back of her neck was a warning to her: if she continued to use her abilities, the punishment would only become more severe.
In the Ichirai Hisako was a coward.
She worries about losing control of her power, about harming innocent people around her, and about the Council erasing the social status she has worked so hard to achieve.
The group of people in front of her were already bleeding to protect their comrades. If she continued to hide, it would be meaningless whether she kept the student ID or not.
A phrase Kitty had once taught her came to mind.
No matter what danger you encounter, protect the people behind you first!
Ichirai Hisako raised her face, and the demon mask of her psionic armor turned towards the surging clones.
"I will never let anyone hurt my comrades again!"
The armor's right arm extended outwards, its layers of plates forming a wide shield that blocked all three clones that lunged at it.
Serizawa Tamao dragged his injured leg back behind the armor, looking up at Ichirai Hisako Ichiki, who was usually quiet and reserved.
"Is she our classmate?"
Mitsuhashi Takashi ran past, carrying Ito on his back, and even managed to say something in response.
"You can't even recognize all your classmates, and you still have the nerve to call yourself the boss?"
He swayed Ito on his shoulder and added cheekily.
"Oh, I forgot, you're the third oldest now. Why don't you just step down and give me your position?"
"Buzz--"
The phone in his pocket rang urgently. Sing Sing, who was chopping vegetables, grumbled as he answered the call. Liu Jianyi's anxious voice came through the speakerphone.
"Old Zhou! The situation has changed. The commotion caused by the Toyo High Schools is too big; the government has already received the news!"
Sing Sing raised his knife and deflected another bone blade, saying, "Let's get to the important part."
"The Cabinet has issued a top-secret order; fully armed special forces have departed! They are expected to arrive in as little as half an hour!"
Sing Sing frowned, sensing that something was wrong.
What's the reason for the transfer? Is it an anti-pornography and anti-illegal publications campaign or a fire drill?
"In response to the uncontrolled Class A biochemical contamination, all on-site biological samples were incinerated, and witnesses were treated as sources of infection!"
"To put it bluntly, their orders were indiscriminate suppression. No monsters or students, leave no one alive!"
Upon hearing this, Sing Sing's heart sank. Not far away, Wolverine and Silver Samurai were locked in a fierce battle.
Logan was pressed against the mech's chest, its six steel claws brutally piercing into the engine compartment, sparks flying everywhere.
At the other underground entrance, clones were still crawling out in droves.
The suppressor on the back of Ichirai Hisako's neck was burning red, threatening to electrocute her unconscious at any moment.
With only half an hour left, these unconscious wounded and disabled patients simply couldn't be evacuated. Not to mention, deep underground lay the intelligence of fallen heroes that he absolutely had to bring back to the country.
Once the official armed forces enter the scene, missiles and incendiary weapons will not distinguish between students, monsters, and 749 Bureau agents.
Sing Sing lowered his wrist and hung up the phone.
If we continue to hide, none of us here will ever leave this school.