Counterattack, Escape from the Base

Five days later, Mexico City Genetic Modification Institute.

Sandor Reis looked at the younger Wolverine X-24 he had cloned using Wolverine's genes and could not help bursting into laughter.

"Finally, I finally succeeded. A Wolverine who completely obeys my commands. The world will kneel beneath my feet."

His father, Dale Reis, had been one of the scientists who performed the Adamantium implantation surgery on Logan. When Logan escaped the laboratory, he had killed him in passing.

From that moment on, he had resolved to kill all uncontrollable, dangerous mutants and create mutant soldiers who would obey his every command.

Later, he established Arkley Gene Company and used the food and beverage corporations under his control to spread the M43 Virus among the public on a massive scale.

This virus did not affect humans, but it suppressed the abilities of existing mutants and eliminated genetic mutations in humanity's descendants.

After more than twenty years of effort, no new mutants would finally be born in this world.

"Donald, since those experiment subjects refuse to obey orders, dispose of them all."

Dr. Rice turned around and coldly instructed a man whose entire right arm had been replaced by a mechanical limb.

His original plan had been to use the mutant genes collected in the early years and surrogate mothers in Mexico to produce a batch of new mutant children, then sell them as weapons to other organizations.

However, after experimenting for some time, he discovered that once these children grew up, they developed minds of their own. They could not be fully controlled and had even attempted to escape.

Now that he had developed mutant clones completely under his control, he naturally had no further need for those failed products.

Moreover, he felt that perhaps he should not merely sell them as weapons. As long as he could stably mass-produce mutants who obeyed his commands, he could rule the entire world.

"Should we dispose of Number 757 as well?"

Donald was not surprised by Dr. Rice's suggestion.

After hesitating for two seconds, Dr. Rice nodded.

"Dispose of him. Since the cloning technology has matured, besides mass-producing Wolverines, perhaps we can also clone Professor X and Magneto. There is no need to waste resources on inferior experiment subjects."

"Understood."

Donald drew the pistol from his waist, turned, and left the Experimental Base.

Elsewhere, George, who was practicing Gesture Casting in his room, looked at the clock hanging on the wall, his expression gradually turning solemn.

"Something's wrong. Has it begun?"

At this time, someone should normally have come to take him to training already.

"Looks like it has begun."

Just then, the door to his room suddenly opened, and two familiar figures walked in.

The one in front was the Instructor who had been training him all this time.

"I told you this guy was trash. Training him for so long was a complete waste of my time. Now he still has to be disposed of."

After entering, the Instructor shot George a disgusted look, then ordered the subordinate behind him, who was holding a submachine gun.

"Take care of it. Then toss the body into the laboratory's incinerator. In a while, burn it together with that batch of little trash."

"Yes, Captain."

The subordinate raised his submachine gun, aimed it at George, and pulled back the bolt.

However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, he heard Experiment Subject 757 suddenly say something incomprehensible.

"Alohomora!"

With a click, the ability suppressor around Experiment Subject 757's neck actually came loose on its own.

Then, he felt a chill at his neck, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

The moment George saw the two of them appear, he had begun casting a spell. However, because his casting movements were so slight, neither of them took it seriously.

The ability suppressor came off, and Magnetism Control erupted in full force. The dagger he had placed by the door beforehand shot into the air and slit the guard's throat, temporarily resolving the crisis.

Screech!

The Instructor drew the dagger at his waist and knocked away the dagger attacking him from behind. Cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.

"How did this happen?"

If he had not reacted in time just now, he would have met the same fate as his subordinate.

The instant he saw Experiment Subject 757's ability suppressor fall off, his years spent hovering at the edge of life and death made him immediately vigilant, and he drew the dagger at his waist at once.

However, if Experiment Subject 757 had targeted him first, he likely would still have been too late to react.

"You hid your ability and your strength?"

In his impression, Experiment Subject 757's control over daggers had neither much speed nor power. Normally, he could easily knock them away.

Yet although he had successfully deflected the dagger just now, the tremendous force behind it had left his wrist throbbing with pain from the recoil.

"The dead do not need to know that much."

George controlled the dagger and, with a swish, destroyed the surveillance camera in the room. Then, like a raging storm, he launched an assault on the Instructor who could normally defeat him with ease.

He had indeed hidden some of his strength before, but he had not been this powerful. The main reason was that the shared Wizard bloodline had unexpectedly enhanced his mutant ability.

The dagger was too fast, its angles too tricky, and its power formidable. After only a few exchanges, the Instructor had already been wounded.

He wanted to flee. He wanted to close in on George and fight at close quarters. But George gave him no opportunity at all, so he could only defend as best he could, hoping his companions would notice the disturbance and come save him.

However, George knew that every moment was precious for escaping. How could he waste time here?

"Gun, come!"

While controlling the dagger to attack, he hooked a finger toward the dead guard. The guard's submachine gun immediately flew into his hand.

"Instructor, goodbye!"

George aimed the submachine gun at the Instructor, who was still desperately blocking the dagger, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He was not some rigid fool who would refuse to use a gun and insist on relying solely on his ability.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!

"Oh, God."

The Instructor's eyes widened in terror. Before he could finish speaking, he was riddled with bullets.

George waved a hand to retrieve his dagger, taking the Instructor's dagger as well. Holding the submachine gun, he stepped out of the room where he had been imprisoned and stealthily made his way toward the outside of the laboratory.

He controlled his dagger to destroy every surveillance camera that could expose him along the way, as well as any guards he encountered. Before long, he heard intense gunfire and screams.

Clearly, he was not the only one being disposed of this time. It was all the mutant children.

Perhaps that was precisely why, when trouble arose on his side, no guards had rushed over in time.

Compared to him, the mutant children had caused a far greater disturbance.

That was also why he had not rushed to escape earlier and had waited until today.

If he had escaped alone, in this Experimental Base full of surveillance cameras, he would likely have been surrounded by a large number of guards before taking more than a few steps.

Faced with a barrage of firearms, he was not Magneto. He simply could not stop them.