William Stryker's mutant squad was highly unusual. Not only did they not fear sacrifice, they also fought like rabid dogs.
Given the strength displayed by the Boar Mech, any U.S. military soldiers who had been knocked down but still retained consciousness had chosen to flee the scene. No one was willing to keep holding a gun and launch a sneak attack from behind after having their arms or legs broken.
But the Mutants before him seemed incapable of fear. They merely obeyed orders and desperately tried to eliminate their enemy. No wonder William Stryker had not dared use the same method to control Professor X. What if it damaged his abilities?
Thus, after the Boar Mech swung Lady Deathstrike around and savagely smashed her about without restraint, all the Mutants went down. None of them possessed particularly powerful abilities; at the very least, no one could stop the Boar Mech while it wielded Lady Deathstrike.
Those fortunate enough to have been hit by tranquilizer darts were now sleeping peacefully. As for the other unlucky ones, they hovered on the brink of death. Even if the Boar Mech had not taken their lives, it had at least stripped them of their ability to resist.
With the most troublesome Mutants dealt with, only the last one in its hands remained. The Boar Mech hurled Lady Deathstrike to the ground again, smashing out a spiderweb-like crater.
Her body had been twisted into a grotesque state, with the joints in her limbs stretched at bizarre angles. If not for the flesh still connecting them, she would probably have already been torn apart.
Her face was even worse. Not only had her nose been crushed flat, but even her eyeballs had popped out of their sockets, hanging by mere strands of flesh.
As for her