Rumble!!
Terrifying golden lightning gathered in Lynn's hands.
The tank ahead had already aimed its pitch-black cannon barrel at him.
Boom!!
The terrifying shell tore through the air in an instant, letting out a beastlike roar as it shot toward Lynn.
Lynn narrowed his crimson eyes, his bulging arm muscles flexing as he swung.
Crack!!
In an instant, golden lightning tore the shell fired by the tank in half.
The two halves of the shell dropped helplessly to either side, triggering violent explosions.
Smoke billowed, and fierce winds howled.
Within the thick smoke, a towering, powerful figure strode toward the steel war machine ahead.
Watching this, Remy, behind Lynn, felt his scalp prickle.
Tearing missiles apart with his bare hands and batting away sniper bullets with a wave of his hand.
Compared with Lynn, he felt like a weakling, despite being a Level Three Mutant.
Even Wolverine Logan would probably be beaten half to death if he stood before Lynn.
Hidden in the shadows, Cavan was deeply shaken. He saved all the footage of Lynn fighting their team.
Then he hurriedly pointed his gun at a bystander who had been watching the show and dragged him out of his car.
After stealing the car, Cavan fled at top speed.
He had to tell headquarters: this Mutant was definitely not Level Three. He was a damn Level Four!
They absolutely had to send in the military, along with CIWS capable of firing ten thousand rounds a minute, and Sentinel Robots.
Maybe even several Level Four Mutant test subjects!!
After casually tearing the shell in half, Lynn blurred into a streak and appeared right in front of the tank.
Looking at the war machine before him, an overwhelming Dominating Will suddenly surged within him.
"I'll start with the tank and set off the war between humanity and Mutants!!"
Zzzzt!!
His cells rubbed together furiously, generating terrifying currents that intertwined with chakra and gathered around his arm.
His arm was like the golden lightning in the sky, bringing down a terrifying divine punishment!
Rumble!!
Terrifying golden lightning suddenly ripped apart the enormous steel construct.
A deafening blast rang out, and violent winds swept in every direction.
Boom!!
The tank that had stood on the ground moments before was torn in half before everyone's horrified eyes.
Then it erupted in a violent explosion, flames soaring into the sky!
Countless shards of steel shot in every direction.
Perhaps by coincidence, several fragments as large as a palm slammed into the car Cavan was in.
A shard struck Cavan in the head, spraying his brains and tearing his flesh apart.
He was well and truly dead.
"Th-the tank really was torn apart by him..."
"Quick! Find somewhere to hide! What if those Mutants..."
"Those damn bastards! What have they done with taxpayers' money? This tank's build quality is terrible!"
"..."
Many people watched in utter shock, then began cursing.
Some had already pulled out their phones to record the scene and post it online.
But.
Just as they were waiting for the smoke to clear so they could capture the Mutant's true appearance,
they were stunned to find that the figure had vanished from the devastated ruins.
A secret base far away.
This was one of the organization's headquarters.
There were many bases researching Mutants across America and around the world.
All the bases answered to the Council of Leaders.
The Council had six leaders. Their identities were shrouded in mystery, and no one knew who they were.
Each leader was responsible for different affairs. When a major incident occurred, they held a council meeting to discuss a response.
At that moment, inside the leader's office,
a holographic projection sat behind the desk.
It was a middle-aged man in a black-and-white suit, wearing a Black Skull mask.
"Are you sure he has the strength of a Level Four Mutant?"
Though the man wore a Black Skull mask, Locke could still sense the leader's disbelief and doubt.
After all, according to the records, Subject 52 had many abilities, but on paper, he still fell within the Level Three Mutant category.
He was far weaker than the Level Four Mutant test subjects the base had created.
Black Skull's own base alone had two Level Four Mutant test subjects: Subject 01 and Subject 07.
Locke hurriedly explained, "Director Black Skull, we never anticipated the changes in Subject 52.
Even Cavan's team and the tank he brought were torn in half by that damn bastard!"
As he spoke, Locke began playing the combat footage Cavan had sent over.
But.
Even after watching the lightning flash in Lynn's hands and seeing him tear the tank in half,
Black Skull's expression remained unchanged.
"Those are still just his abilities. His energy levels are only within the Level Three Mutant range."
He looked up at Locke and said coldly,
"Locke, your subordinate Cavan's team was wiped out by a Level Three Mutant. You can't escape the blame!"
From the footage, he had already analyzed Subject 52's abilities.
An exceptionally strong physique, terrifying speed, the ability to unleash black flames, and terrifying lightning.
He even possessed the power to bewitch people.
The base had encountered Mutants like this before.
But their abilities quickly spiraled out of control, and they blew themselves up.
In his view, Subject 52 in the footage was just another such case.
Locke looked at Black Skull, whose expression hadn't changed in the slightest, and lowered his head.
"Yes, Director Black Skull."
Black Skull continued replaying the footage of Lynn fighting Cavan's team.
"Another Mutant beast rebelling against the base," he said blandly.
Mutants had escaped the base in rebellion before.
Without exception, they had all been captured.
"Just a worthless Mutant beast. And Cavan's armed team were a bunch of failures, too."
As he spoke, he raised his head and gazed impassively at Locke.
"Captain Locke, Cavan's team failed, so you'll lead your team and capture Subject 52.
This time, you may bring tanks, fighter jets, Exoskeleton Armor, First-Generation Sentinel Robots, and every other top-of-the-line piece of equipment for handling Level Three Mutants.
If you can't bring him back alive, leave him dead."
Although Subject 52 could tear tanks apart and had so many abilities,
in Black Skull's eyes, he was still just a Level Three Mutant—not worth a second glance.
After all, their forces far outclassed these Mutants.
Take the two Level Four Mutants at his base, for example.
Subject 01 had accelerated healing, powerful Telekinesis, and Pulse Interference.
Subject 07 had immense strength and defenses, could fly and fire terrifying lasers, and could even absorb sunlight to grow stronger!
Subject 07's abilities alone were enough to make most Mutants quail, and he could even absorb sunlight to grow stronger.
Subject 01 might not have many abilities, but every one of them was powerful.
With his powerful Telekinesis, Subject 01 had once even moved several aircraft carriers from the Pacific Ocean.
And his Pulse Interference didn't just affect electronic devices; it could even nullify Mutant abilities.
Such a weapon of mass destruction still wasn't the strongest thing at their base. The terrifying beings beyond Level Four were their trump cards.
Besides those, they also had Second Generation Sentinel Robots, which combined the abilities of many Mutants, could regenerate endlessly, and could use Instant Transmission.
They even had the support of the military and the entire American government.
Aside from S.H.I.E.L.D., there wasn't a single organization that could stand against them.
Even Magneto's Brotherhood of Mutants was, in their eyes, nothing more than children playing house.
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