The shadows descended—a hovering stealth aircraft.
Several of the X-Men's deadliest members disembarked in succession: Cyclops, Phoenix, Storm, and Iceman.
It could be said that the X-Men's elite were all here.
If Hayato had been present, he probably would have felt the trip was worthwhile. After all, in most parallel universes, the X-Men of this era were either old or dead, and that legendary lineup no longer existed.
Wolverine had once been Hayato's favorite mutant, mainly because the motion of extending those Adamantium claws was just too cool. As for the pain of being infused with Adamantium and extending the claws, what young person would think that far ahead?
Wolverine's sense of smell also far surpassed that of ordinary people. He could even reconstruct the entire course of an event through scent alone.
At the moment, he was caught in a dilemma.
The dead vampires had died in all sorts of ways—burned, frozen and shattered, cut into pieces... Yet his sense of smell and experience told him that only one person had killed them.
How could one person come up with so many different methods?
As the captain, Cyclops frowned. "What kind of person could be so cruel?"
Wolverine looked up at him, displeased by Cyclops's assumption. "Not cruel at all. These are vampires. If you think this is cruel, then think about the humans they ate as food."
Cyclops was left speechless.
Phoenix, Jean Grey, stepped forward to smooth things over. "What happened here?"
Wolverine said, "There were twenty-six vampires, and their enemy was only... one person."
Looking at the gruesome scene, the young Iceman forced down his discomfort and said in surprise, "One person? No way."
Wolverine replied, "Yeah. Hard as it is to believe, there really was only one."
Cyclops frowned. "If there was only one enemy,