Nick Fury: You know what I'm going to say~

Wolverine Logan scanned the battlefield.

Broken streetlights, overturned cars, and the air still thick with the smell of gunpowder and a... nauseating, sweet, bloody stench.

"Hey, Golden Lion King! Nice new haircut, just crawl out of which dumpster?"

Right at that moment, a snarky voice rang out.

Logan followed the sound to see a guy in a red and black spandex suit waving his arms and legs in greeting, two gleaming long blades spinning wildly in his hands, looking quite intimidating.

Deadpool?! Why was this guy here?

Logan's brow furrowed into a deep frown, but before he could speak, a swift figure tore directly across the battlefield.

The target was aimed straight at the head of a... well, a "monster" that could barely be identified as human.

That humanoid monster was naturally Harry Osborn wearing the X-Kryonaut, and the attacker was none other than Lady Deathstrike.

But faced with this sudden, lethal strike, the X-Kryonaut on Harry's body reacted in an instant.

A layer of heavy metallic luster covered his arm, the very manifestation of Colossus's mutant ability.

He followed up by raising his arm to block!

"Squelch!"

Unexpectedly, that invincible metallic skin was like paper, easily pierced by the cold, shimmering claws of his opponent!

"Adamantium?"

Feeling the sharp sting from his arm, Harry realized what it was.

The hardness of this stuff was truly broken.

Fortunately, he had set the armor to block pain signal transmission, so it didn't hurt much.

His visual nerves operated at high speed, turning every subtle movement and every muscle twitch of his opponent into data streams, transmitted in real-time to [Prometheus I].

"Recalculating combat strategy. Target: suppression, non-lethal."

Harry issued the command in his mind.

The next second, the X-Kryonaut controlled his body, executing movements that transcended the limits of human physiology to narrowly dodge Lady Deathstrike's relentless follow-up attacks.

At the same time, he threw a backhand punch, sending Lady Deathstrike flying once again...

However, such injuries meant nothing to Lady Deathstrike, who possessed a healing factor and an Adamantium skeleton.

Lady Deathstrike roared and charged up again like a wild beast.

Her Adamantium claws slashed frantically, intent on killing Harry.

But relying on the auxiliary calculations of [Prometheus I] and the properties of the X-Kryonaut, Harry completely overwhelmed her in terms of combat technique, pinning the ferocious Lady Deathstrike down for the moment.

Yet, he still couldn't land a finishing blow...

"What is this?!"

Wolverine, not far away, saw the situation clearly and his eyes widened.

That woman's ability—wasn't it exactly the same as his?

This confirmed the intelligence they had received, as William Stryker was the only one who should possess such technology.

But the problem was, the target of this woman's attack was that black monster?

Could it be... that monster was Harry Osborn?

How did he end up looking like this?

"Whoa! Beauty and the Beast, real-life edition? No, wait, Beauty and... uh, a cooler-looking beast?"

Deadpool realized this too. He whistled, grabbed his two Adamantium blades, and charged in, precisely blocking Lady Deathstrike's line of attack.

"Young Master Osborn! Wade Wilson at your service! I'm your biggest fan! I heard you're a biology genius who can even handle cancer? Could you spare a moment to check if my face is still salvageable? Just say the word, and I'll take care of this chick for you!"

Deadpool kept yapping away while he fought.

Harry was stunned for a moment, but he did need help right now.

"Deal! Help me capture her alive! If you can fix me, I'll give you an extra million dollars as a reward!"

Harry replied; he wasn't short on that kind of pocket change at all.

"Understood!! Little beauty, your Uncle Wade is here to show you some real love!"

Having received the promise, Deadpool's eyes lit up, and he was instantly energized, his two blades dancing like a whirlwind.

These two guys, both possessing healing factors, completely ignored their own injuries, neither dodging nor parrying, every move aimed at killing!

Even more absurdly, Deadpool kept spewing nonsense while tangling with Lady Deathstrike:

"Ouch, little sister, you've got quite the temper! Is it that time of the month? I've got a family secret recipe for ibuprofen, guaranteed to cure what ails you!"

"Your nail polish color is nice, what brand is it? Recommend it to my girlfriend later... oh, wait, I don't think I have a girlfriend anymore."

Seeing this, Wolverine also snapped back to reality, roared, and joined the fray, Adamantium claws clashing against Adamantium claws, sending sparks flying everywhere.

His target was also Lady Deathstrike, because their purpose for coming this time was to protect Harry Osborn.

Standing at the edge of the fray, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes watched the four monsters with self-healing abilities fighting each other, then looked down at his own metal arm, half of which had just been melted by a laser, and fell into silence.

He then decisively chose a strategic retreat, his figure quickly disappearing into the ruins.

On the other side, with Deadpool acting as a reckless disruptor and Wolverine assisting as a powerhouse for direct confrontation, Harry quickly brought Lady Deathstrike under control...

One hour later.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.

Nick Fury's already dark complexion was now several shades darker.

He stared at the emergency report on the encrypted tablet in front of him, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"Harry Osborn was attacked on his way to Las Vegas.

The attackers have been preliminarily identified as Mutants, and one person is suspected to be the long-missing Winter Soldier. One of the female mutants possesses super-regeneration and Adamantium bone claws.

And... Wolverine and Deadpool also appeared at the scene?!"

Fury's voice was terrifyingly low.

"The most ridiculous part is that I, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., am actually the last one to know?! *****!!"

He slammed his hand onto the desk, making the coffee cup on it jump.

"Ahem~ Sir, it's not just that..."

Agent Phil Coulson, standing opposite him, sighed helplessly.

Coulson handed over another tablet, which was playing a somewhat blurry combat video where the key details were still visible.

It was the exact posture of Harry's X-Kryonaut during the battle.

"According to our technical department's preliminary analysis of the cellular tissue left at the scene, the biological material that makes up that armor has over thirty percent similarity to the cellular structure of the alien 'Symbiote' that Osborn previously provided to us."

"Furthermore, according to the testimonies of several civilian witnesses who were caught in the crossfire, this 'Symbiote' emerged directly from inside the vehicle after it was hit by the first round of gunfire."

Coulson paused, then continued.

Based on these clues, it was not difficult to deduce the truth...

"It seems that this young master of the Osborn family has hidden quite a lot from us..."

Nick Fury took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

Compared to the little toy this young master Osborn was hiding from them, he was now more concerned about another question.

"So, where is our all-powerful young master Osborn right now?"

"Based on the location where he last disappeared, and the signs of Wolverine's activity at the scene... we have reason to suspect that Mr. Osborn may have gone to the headquarters of the X-Men... Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."