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Lynn grabbed the ceiling with both hands, his terrifying strength erupting instantly as he tore open a corner of the base.

He then began to crawl inward along the ceiling.

The agitation of ions between the electric current and the air created a suction force, allowing Lynn to cling to the metal surface.

As he crawled, he looked down at the scene below.

Surrounded by iron bars, the area where he was positioned turned out to be a cage.

Locked beneath the cage were many mutant children who appeared to be around ten years old.

Relying on his Observation Haki, Lynn could sense that most of these mutant children were Level 1 or Level 2 mutants.

Perhaps these were the very rescue targets Wolverine Logan had been sent to find.

Just then, a shout from below interrupted Lynn's thoughts.

He turned his head and saw a white prison guard with a look of utter disgust walking over from the corridor.

"Damn mutant animals, time to eat your slop!"

The white guard dumped the food directly onto the floor, not caring whether the mutants would eat it or not.

He didn't care that the mess was actually a mixture of leftover breadcrumbs and other scraps.

He simply dumped it on the ground, wantonly trampling on the dignity of these mutants.

After all, test subjects entering the base lived for a month or two at most before dying regardless of the circumstances.

Providing proper food wasn't worth the cost; this slop was enough to maintain the nutrition of these subjects anyway.

And those mutants would eat it.

Seeing this, Lynn was suddenly reminded of his own experience being locked up in Base 23.

The rage in his chest erupted like a volcanic explosion.

In an instant, his scarlet eyes radiated a chilling, icy light.

"Right here!"

Black Widow took Bruce Banner and jumped directly from a Quinjet.

Through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s satellites and energy detection instruments, the two of them had located their mission target.

"Are you sure this will work? I'm afraid he might come out halfway through..."

Bruce Banner looked at Black Widow beside him, feeling somewhat hesitant.

"What are you afraid of? You're a member of the Avengers, and so is the Hulk; you are one and the same."

As the words fell, Bruce Banner, caught off guard, was pulled down by Black Widow.

Their parachutes opened quickly, and the two landed one kilometer away from the small hill.

"It's just ahead; we've detected several types of mutant energy there."

"Wait, this mutant energy... it's Mutant Criminal Subject 52! We've found that damn demon!!"

Hearing the message over his earpiece, Captain Locke stood up immediately.

He spoke to the armed personnel on the other end: "You detected the mutant energy of Subject 52?!"

Generally speaking, every mutant possesses their own unique mutant energy.

This energy is related to their abilities; the stronger the energy, the stronger the mutant.

Furthermore, this mutant energy is as unique as the stars in the sky.

There will absolutely never be two mutants in the world with the same mutant energy.

The devices used to detect this energy are built based on the mutated X-Gene and DNA of these mutants.

This is one of the methods the base and the military use to distinguish mutants from ordinary people.

"Accelerate, capture all the mutants." A ferocious grin appeared on Locke's face.

He never expected that the Subject 52 he had been searching for so desperately would be among that group.

"Captain Locke, do you think we can capture all the mutants?"

The armed soldier beside him turned to ask.

Locke turned his head and cursed with a laugh: "Shit! Jeremiah, we have all the data on Subject 52.

The combat plan was finalized the moment we left base headquarters; how could these damn mutants possibly escape?"

Before coming, everyone present had watched the combat footage of Lynn and Cavan's squad repeatedly.

They had even tracked down and analyzed the footage of Lynn escaping Base 23.

Not only had they deployed fighter jets, but they had also brought along close-in weapon systems capable of firing over ten thousand rounds per minute with an effective range of over three thousand meters, as well as the Patriot Anti-Missile System.

The think tank had even devised several different combat scenarios.

The firepower was fierce, and the plan was flawless.

How could they possibly lose when encountering Mutant Subject 52?

Hearing Captain Locke's words, a confident smile appeared on Jeremiah's face.

Indeed, although Subject 52 had destroyed Cavan's squad, the firepower they had brought this time was enough to make even a Level 4 mutant think twice.

Subject 52 could only discharge electricity, conjure fire, and possessed an exceptionally high constitution.

When it came down to it, he was just a Level 3 mutant; what was so difficult about dealing with him?

"Even if Subject 52's abilities have grown stronger, or if those other Level 3 mutants join him to resist us, they still won't be able to escape our grasp."

Looking at the destination drawing ever closer, a smile spread across Locke's face.

"Even if he is hiding one or two abilities and still has some strength in reserve, he simply cannot escape the palm of our hand. As long as he is still in America and remains a mutant, it is impossible for him to escape the control of our base."

"The Captain is right." Hearing Locke's words, the other armed personnel all revealed smiles on their faces.

America had already enacted legislation targeting mutants.

Ordinary people could receive a handsome reward just by reporting a mutant upon encountering one.

Not to mention that after years of propaganda by the American government, the status of mutants in everyone's hearts had fallen even lower than that of Black people.

As long as Subject 52 was still a mutant and remained within the borders of America, it was absolutely impossible for him to escape their hands.

Soon, Locke's armored unit drove to an open area a few thousand meters away from the base.

"Jeremiah, activate the Sentinel Robots. Wenlai and Deli, take Jack and put on the exoskeleton combat armor."

Locke issued orders over the communicator.

"Get the close-in weapon systems and the Patriots ready. The moment you see a mutant appear, fire at them. Snipers, get into position immediately. Fighter jets, get into position as soon as possible."

As Captain Locke issued one order after another, the entire armed squad, along with the military personnel stationed near New York, began to mobilize rapidly.

Clad in metal armor and covered from head to toe in gun ports, the first-generation Sentinel Robots instantly powered up and flew rapidly toward the base ahead.

The barrels of the close-in weapon systems began to rotate, aiming directly at the small hill where Base 10 was located.

With a single command from Locke, tens of thousands of bullets would instantly erupt from the barrels, leveling the hillside ahead to the ground.

Meanwhile, the armed personnel wearing the exoskeleton combat armor, accompanied by a fully armed squad, charged toward the base.

If those mutants hadn't destroyed Base 10 yet, Locke and his men would naturally need to secure the facility.

The pitch-black flames gradually burned the white prison guard into ashes.

The surveillance camera on the ceiling of the cell had also been blasted into fragments by Lynn.

He jumped down from the ceiling, and the mutant children nearby felt a glimmer of hope rise in their eyes as they saw his arrival.

"Are you here to save us?"

A few mutant children walked to the position near the bars and asked.

Just like Lynn before, they wore a metal Mutant Controller around their necks.

As long as they dared to use their mutant abilities, the Mutant Controller would generate a powerful electric current, shocking them until they wished they were dead.

Lynn's face was shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to see his expression.

"I am here to bring you hope."