Thanks to My Bro for the Sniper Rifle

As George dodged X-24's attacks somewhat desperately and kept moving closer to the bus, Little Wolf Girl had already sprinted to the front of it.

When the four soldiers filming nearby saw Little Wolf Girl approaching, they immediately pulled out their submachine guns and unleashed a barrage at her.

Little Wolf Girl was also highly experienced in combat. Small and slender, she flipped and leaped like a real wolf, avoiding as many bullets aimed at vital areas as possible. Enduring the pain from the rest, she pounced viciously at the four men.

She had been trained in all kinds of killing techniques since childhood, so she had long grown accustomed to battles like this.

Hearing the commotion below, the sniper atop the bus immediately sensed something was wrong. He gave up assisting in sniping Wolverine by the factory and instead swung his rifle down toward Little Wolf Girl.

Little Wolf Girl had just taken down two soldiers when she was immediately shot in the chest.

This shot was unlike the previous ones. Its power was astonishing, blasting her straight off her feet and drawing a scream of pain from her.

Seizing the chance, the remaining two soldiers rushed forward and pinned Little Wolf Girl's arms and legs down, preventing her from getting back up.

Little Wolf Girl was still just a child. Although she possessed impressive physical abilities and killing skills, she was still no match for adults in raw strength, especially two musclebound brutes like these.

No matter how she struggled, she could not get up.

"Let's see if you can still recover after I blow your head off."

The sniper turned to look at Experiment Subject 757, who was fleeing in disarray under X-24's attacks. Figuring he would not last much longer, a cruel expression appeared on the sniper's face as he aimed at Little Wolf Girl's head below, where she was pinned to the ground.

He did not believe Little Wolf Girl could be fine after taking a sniper round to the head. If one shot did not kill her, then two would. Or three. And if she really could not be killed, hearing her scream beneath his gun would not be a bad source of pleasure.

"About time!"

At that moment, George also noticed that Little Wolf Girl had been subdued. After calculating the distance, he knew it was time to act.

He unleashed his ability at full force on X-24's ankle, making him stumble and miss his attack. Rather than continuing to run, George took the opportunity to pull out the pistol he had kept hidden against his chest.

He disengaged the safety and pressed the pistol against X-24's temple.

"Game over!"

Bang!

The first loaded Adamantium bullet shot down the barrel and into X-24's head, killing him in a single blow.

Hearing the gunshot, the sniper who had been about to blow Little Wolf Girl's head apart instinctively looked toward Experiment Subject 757. His expression changed drastically when he saw X-24 collapse without moving.

He hastily swung his rifle back around and aimed at Experiment Subject 757, who was sprinting toward him.

"How did this happen?"

But then he discovered that his sniper rifle was shaking on its own, even seeming to want to fly out of his hands. No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, it was useless. In fact, the shaking only grew worse.

With the rifle shaking like that, how could he aim accurately? He forced off several shots in a row, but every single one missed.

Bang! Bang!

While remotely making the sniper rifle shake and running in an S-pattern to evade several sniper rounds, George saw that he had entered pistol range. He raised his hand and fired twice at the two brutes pinning down Little Wolf Girl.

The two brutes were shot in the head one after another and fell. Little Wolf Girl broke free, drove her claws into the bus, swiftly climbed onto its roof, and pounced at the sniper.

She held grudges. His gun had hurt her badly, so she would make sure he hurt badly too.

"Commander, X-24 has been killed. Watch out for X-23 and Experiment Subject—Aah!"

Seeing X-23 pouncing toward him, the sniper knew he was doomed. He hurriedly reported to Commander Donald over the radio, but before he could finish, his chest had already been pierced through.

George walked beneath the bus and saw the blood-covered Little Wolf Girl dragging the sniper's corpse down from the roof. The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Alright, it's over. Leave the rest to me."

He walked over, patted Little Wolf Girl on the head, and picked her up. Gathering the four soldiers' submachine guns and the sniper rifle, he headed for the driver's seat of the bus.

If not for the special circumstances this time, he would not have wanted Little Wolf Girl, who was still a child, to take part in such a brutal battle.

After setting Little Wolf Girl in the passenger seat, he touched the sniper rifle and could not help sighing.

"Thanks to my bro for the sniper rifle!"

His current ability was not enough to alter the trajectory of sniper rounds, but that did not mean it would be impossible in the future.

Just imagine it: a sniper rifle with a range of over two thousand meters, perfect accuracy, and bullets that could curve. What a terrifying weapon that would be.

He started the bus and charged straight toward the factory. Once they entered the range of his ability, he smashed the windshield, controlled four submachine guns to brace them at the front, and opened fire at full force. Countless bullets streaked out in arcs.

Inside the factory, Donald looked at Wolverine, who was half-kneeling on the ground and already gasping for breath, and sneered.

"The drugs have worn off, haven't they? Let's see how much longer you can hold out.

Let me tell you the truth. Your backup, Experiment Subject 757 and X-23, will probably be caught by my men before long. When the time comes, I'll send all of you on your way together!"

But just as he finished speaking, the sniper's report and scream came through the radio.

Wolverine immediately burst out laughing. Relying on his powerful will, he forced himself back to his feet.

"Looks like we'll be sending you on your way instead!"

"Commander, this is bad! The bus is charging toward the factory. Our men can't stop it!"

At that moment, a squad leader rushed in from outside the factory.

"You... Fine. This isn't over. Retreat!"

Looking at Wolverine, who stood there with an unknown amount of fight left in him, and hearing the intense gunfire and screams outside, Donald gritted his teeth and fled in a vehicle with the fewer than twenty men he had left.

Once Donald had finally fled, Wolverine could no longer hold on and dropped heavily to the ground.

A moment later, a bus crashed through the factory doors, drove inside, and stopped in front of Wolverine.

The door opened, and George and Little Wolf Girl jumped down.

"You alright, Logan?"

"I'm not dead yet. Those sons of bitches—if this had been twenty years ago, not one of them would've escaped."

Wolverine struggled to his feet.

"Don't swear in front of the children. But Logan, your performance just now was no worse than it was twenty years ago."

At that moment, Professor X emerged from the water tank with everyone else, pushing his wheelchair.

Seeing this, George said,

"Although we drove them off for now, this place is no longer safe. Stick to the original plan. Everyone, make quick preparations, then split into two groups and leave immediately."

"George, we've made up our minds. We're not going to Canada. The Professor is right. If we want to make it by Friday, there's too little time, and it's far too dangerous for all of you.

We can't be so selfish."

At that moment, Gabriella suddenly stepped forward and spoke to George.