Mutated Organization? Electric Current Drive Eighty Thousand Volts! (Seeking Follow-up!)

"You can call me Remy. I mean you no harm."

Remy walked forward slowly and spoke.

"Remy?" Lynn frowned slightly.

He wasn't very familiar with Marvel, but he had some impression of the name Remy.

If he remembered correctly, the mutant Remy Etienne LeBeau should be Gambit.

He could infuse kinetic energy into any object and then detonate it.

Gambit Remy walked to a distance of five meters from Lynn and slowly asked:

"I came to invite you. Would you like to join our mutant organization?"

"Invite me to join a mutant organization?"

Lynn narrowed his eyes. He had some understanding of what mutant organizations were like in the Marvel universe of his past life.

Most mutant organizations existed to take in weak Level 1 or Level 2 mutants, allowing them to survive the capture attempts of those base armed personnel.

Remy nodded and said:

"That's right. Although you are being hunted, the location of our organization is very safe. Those guys will absolutely never find it.

Besides, there are many fellow mutants there. You are not alone."

It just so happened that Lynn needed a place to settle down and practice Electric Current Drive to become stronger.

Since Gambit Remy's mutant organization had a sufficiently safe place, he could go there to lay low for a while.

Thinking of this, Lynn nodded: "Sure."

Just as Lynn followed Gambit toward the mutant safe house in this city.

"Shit! Did that kid really escape?"

The bald man scratched his head, looking at the surrounding streets with a face full of confusion.

They had already conducted a carpet search of the entire city today, yet they hadn't found a single trace of that mutant.

Could Number 52 have transformed into someone else's appearance?

How could that be possible?

Number 52 wasn't Mystique.

"Don't be anxious, Regan. I've calculated it. Unless he can maintain that super-high-speed movement indefinitely, it's impossible for him to have escaped this city."

Cavan sat behind the tank's driver seat, holding a tablet in his hand.

Looking at the data on the tablet, the corners of Cavan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cold, cruel smile.

"His ability is astonishing and his potential is great, but it hasn't been developed yet. Therefore, Number 52's strength is still weak, which is why he hides from us."

He believed that although the ability Lynn displayed was terrifying, it was still within the scope of a Level 3 mutant.

Just like that Wolverine, as long as they used heavy firepower, missiles, and tanks to suppress him, they could capture him.

And then.

Dissect his body to learn all the secrets of his power.

"Furthermore, for this outing, Commander Black Skull specifically gave me a device to detect mutant energy."

As he spoke, Cavan took a drone out of the backpack beside him.

"As long as we use this to patrol the outside, we can detect the mutant energy on those damn mutants."

Buzz, buzz, buzz!!

As the propellers began to spin continuously, the drone slowly rose from inside the tank into the air.

The mutant energy detection device on it also began to operate.

Soon, it fed the surrounding mutant energy situation back to the tablet in Cavan's hand.

Beep, beep, beep!!

Suddenly, an alarm sounded on the tablet.

Cavan stared at the mutant energy gathering point displayed on the screen.

A sinister grin appeared on his face: "Found them! And there's more than one. There really is a mutant organization here!"

Looking at the dozens of mutant energy red dots on the tablet, Cavan was overjoyed.

He hadn't forgotten the miserable state his brother-in-law Grant had been blasted into by that group of damn mutants.

This time, he would capture all these damn mutants and take them back, no matter what.

Thinking of this, Cavan issued orders to his subordinates:

"Advance toward the east side of the city. Be careful not to alert the enemy! This time, we are going to capture all those damn mutants and take them back!!"

The slums in the east of the city.

The area was filled with low, filthy shacks, and pale, severed limbs occasionally drifted through the foul-smelling gutters.

Inside one of the abandoned factories.

Lynn looked at the dilapidated, decrepit interior of the factory and asked, "Is this where your mutant organization is located?"

Remy raised an eyebrow and explained, "Of course not. This is just a place to hide; the Brotherhood isn't here."

"The Brotherhood?"

"Naturally, the Mutant Brotherhood founded by the Level 4 mutant, Magneto. The goal is to unite all our fellow mutants and build a new world where we can survive."

Hearing Gambit Remy's explanation, Lynn nodded, feeling quite curious about the Mutant Brotherhood.

He was looking to oppose the Base, and opposing the Base meant going up against all of America.

The Mutant Brotherhood might just be a good choice.

Soon, Gambit led Lynn deeper into the abandoned factory.

Along the way, Lynn saw many deformed mutants living there.

There were also some mutant children who could barely manage to live normally with the help of others.

Gambit followed Lynn's gaze and noticed a mutant boy with a chicken's head, dressed in overalls.

The boy was struggling to peck at the black bread on his plate with his beak.

Remy sighed, "They don't have any powerful abilities. Just because their X-Gene mutated and their bodies became deformed, they have to be hunted down by those heartless bastards."

Lynn nodded. When he was in prison, he had seen many deformed mutants being humiliated by the guards.

Even some mutants themselves looked down upon those who were deformed.

Those Level 1 deformed mutants not only had to endure discrimination and mockery from ordinary people, but they were often teased by their own fellow mutants as well.

"Rest here for now. In a while, I'll take you to meet our leader—Magneto."

After leading Lynn to a room, Gambit Remy left.

"Whew... a mutant organization..."

Lynn sat on the bed and began to reflect on everything he had just seen.

He was a rather selfish person, and his choice to join this mutant organization was driven by his future need to confront the Base and the entirety of America.

However, the scenes he had witnessed along the way left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Forget it. I need to get my Electric Current Drive leveled up as soon as possible."

Thinking this, Lynn began to agitate the golden electricity between the cells of his body.

Stimulated by the current, his cells began to rub against each other rapidly.

Even in the air, countless fine, golden electric snakes seemed to appear, darting about incessantly.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Crackling!!

Golden thunder surged from Lynn's body, spreading throughout the entire room.

Bang!

Countless shards of glass from the window were shattered by this terrifying current, splattering against the walls.

Thwip, thwip, thwip!!

Jagged pieces of glass embedded themselves into the walls, a shocking sight to behold.

Lynn slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them.

"I didn't expect that just feeling a bit of empathy would push my Electric Current Drive directly to eighty thousand volts."

Although an Electric Current Drive of eighty thousand volts was still weak.

But combined with his lightning-attribute chakra and DC Lynn's super-strong physical constitution, perhaps he could now knock the Hulk flat.