Wolf Claws in a Sea of Fire
The radio crackled twice, and a cold male voice came through.
"Underground assets are out of control."
"Silver Peak Cleanup Team, execute the order for complete incineration."
"All biological samples, paper records, and residual tissue must be disposed of on-site."
The condescending tone, coupled with the words that treated human life as worthless, made everyone's hearts sink.
The Gambit tossed the diamond in his hand, its crimson light dancing between his fingers. "Stephen, these beasts in suits don't sound like they're here to invite us for supper. Burn it all down? This French feast is a bit too much."
Upon hearing this, Sing Sing immediately became displeased.
He cursed, "Damn it! What do you mean by 'biological sample'? I went through so much trouble, using all my wits and legal skills to finally pass the interview for a permanent reserve employee position, and he just wants to burn it like medical waste with a single sentence?"
"Is there no law anymore? Destroying the body is one thing, but they even dare to steal my HR KPIs?"
Wolverine stood in the doorway, his nostrils twitching, his steel claws extended.
"Gerose oil, white phosphorus, and incendiary agents."
The Sand Rat looked terrified. "I can only carry one person at a time to loosen the soil! Down here it's all high-strength, explosion-proof steel mesh; if I carry too many, they'll get stuck!"
"Then let's fight our way out. Tear their guts out and hang them on the doorframe!"
Wolverine lifted his foot to walk out.
"Logan! Slow down! You mad wolf!"
The Gambit grabbed his broad shoulder, only to be violently thrown off by the man's unreasonable strength.
Just half an inch away, the sharp steel claws were about to slice off the France gambler's right hand at the root.
The Gambit broke out in a cold sweat, quickly withdrawing his hand and yelling, "Don't throw our lives away! Another high-explosive explosion in this confined space could cause a chain reaction collapse that could physically fill the sea!"
"Stop arguing! We're conducting an emergency reassignment. Follow my instructions!"
Sing Sing switched into project manager mode, quickly surveyed the dilapidated room, and began assigning tasks with a wave of his hand.
He pointed at the Sand Rat: "Comrade Miguel, you take this feverish child and go ahead."
The Sand Rat paused, its eyes filled with struggle.
"If you dared to come back once, you can come back a second time. Don't let yourself have nightmares for the rest of your life; consider it accumulating some good karma to pay off your illegal gambling debts!"
The Sand Rat was greatly encouraged by the flattery.
Sing Sing turned his head. "Cousin! That old ventilation and maintenance shaft opening is too narrow. You're in charge of widening the exit a bit. Make it a fire escape. Let's make it a special case; we don't need to go through the building permit process!"
Finally, he looked at Wolverine was radiating a menacing aura.
"Hey buddy, you're blocking the cleanup crew."
Wolverine grinned, revealing a chilling, sinister smile, "This job... I like it."
Flames lit up the freight corridor not far away.
Three white phosphorus incendiary bombs rolled in, and bright white flames crawled along the oil stains, covering the corridor.
The heat was intense, and the little girl with heterochromia screamed, hugging the old lady even tighter.
The Gambit cursed in French and flung three diamonds toward the tunnel.
"BOOM!"
A section of concrete beam collapsed and landed directly on the fire line.
Wolverine has already charged into the fire.
The first cleanup crew members to enter sprayed him with flamethrowers.
The scalding flames engulfed Wolverine, charring his skin and superficial muscles until they were blackened, blistered, and rolled back.
Beneath that charred, carbonized flesh, an absurdly powerful Healing Factor was operating at full speed.
Countless granulation tissues, like millions of tiny snakes, wriggled and tangled wildly, only to forcibly pull the wound back to its original state in the next second.
Destruction and rebirth alternated every second in his life.
He growled, Adamantium Claws slashed down, cutting the flamethrower and its handle into three pieces.
The cleanup worker collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulder where he had lost an arm, and screamed in agony.
"Cousin, the side wall!"
"You're such a hassle," the Gambit complained.
With a flick of the wrist, five diamonds flew out, landing on a wall crack, a rusted spot on the steel bar, and a hole in an old pipe.
An irregular hole has collapsed outward from the side wall.
"How about it? Artistic, huh?" Gambit smugly dusted himself off.
"This is a low-noise, environmentally friendly French-style targeted demolition project. Isn't it amazing?"
"Stunning my ass! Run!"
Sing Sing didn't respond at all. He tucked his briefcase under his arm, hoisted the white-haired old lady onto his shoulder like a sack of rice with his left hand, grabbed the belt of the young man with the burns all over his face with his right hand, and ran towards the ventilation duct that the Gambit had just cleared.
The Sand Rat picked up the unconscious little boy and sank him into the ground.
Wolverine turned around after watching the group leave, his face contorted with rage.
Three cleanup crew members came into view.
Before the guy wielding the flamethrower could even unleash a flame, he was sliced from shoulder to waist by steel claws.
The bullet struck Wolverine in the chest, but it did nothing to stop him.
Wolverine charged forward, his steel claws piercing the opponent's neck. With a quick twist, he pulled out the claws, held off another guy's bullet, and tore the opponent to pieces.
Wolverine tossed the body aside and looked up toward the cargo corridor.
There were still footsteps there.
A lot of.
Flames crawled haphazardly along the grease stains on the wall.
He stood in this scorching hell, like a demon.
The cleanup team leader, watching the rapidly disappearing red dot on the communicator, roared into the earpiece inside his mask:
"Groups three and four, regroup! Concentrate your firepower and don't let him get close!"
The twelve jets of fire transformed into dazzling fire dragons.
Wolverine scoffed and didn't dodge at all.
He ran headlong into the wall of fire, braving the intense heat.
The skin and flesh on the surface of the body were charred and carbonized, exposing the Adamantium skeleton underneath.
This level of pain was nothing compared to the agony Stryker had forcibly injected scalding alloy into his bone marrow.
Die, you scum!
Wolverine slid down the ground, his claws precisely severing the ankles of two front-line cleanup crew members.
As they screamed and fell to the ground, Wolverine leaped up like Beast, his claws flashing coldly as he crossed them.
Two bodies, clad in heavy composite bulletproof vests, were cut into pieces like cardboard boxes.
"Fire! Fire!"
A hail of bullets rained down on Wolverine.
The muscle tissue was shattered and then rapidly regenerated under the action of Healing Factors, and the Negasonic Teenage Warhead struck the Adamantium skeleton, sending sparks flying.
The stray bullets that were deflected created a deadly ricochet net in the narrow passage, ironically turning the three cleanup team members into sieves.
Wolverine strode forward, his feet treading on sticky blood, braving a hail of bullets.
The cleanup team leader's face was covered in blood.
His gun was already empty, and he retreated rapidly towards the end of the passage. "Requesting backup! We've encountered Weapon X! Repeat, We've encountered Weapon X! Inform General Stryker immediately! The underground facility is completely paralyzed, we're all finished..."
Before he could finish speaking, a large hand covered in bits of flesh and blood pierced through the thick smoke and grabbed his neck.
"You really enjoy burning people?"
Before the captain could answer, a rough, large hand grabbed his gas mask and yanked it down, slamming his head against a damaged incendiary canister that was still spewing flames.
"BOOM!"
A burst of flames erupted, and the high-pressure fire engulfed the two people in an instant.