Ambush

Here is Team C, we are in position, at the main entrance.

Here is Team A, we have blocked the elevators.

Here is Team B, we are approaching the target from the stairwell...

Received, continue the operation and await further orders.

Inside the command vehicle, Anthony was staring intently at the various screens in front of him.

As the new temporary leader of the Reavers, Anthony came from the United States military's naval special operations forces and was very experienced. Unlike his predecessor Donald, who loved to wander around, he preferred sitting at the center to command, which gave him a comfortable sense of controlling the overall situation.

There are five targets. Try not to mess with the old man, but if you have to fight, make sure it is a kill in one hit. Wolverine and X-23 are extremely dangerous, do not let them get close! Repeat, do not let them get close to you!

The weirdo dressed in heavy clothes is nothing to worry about, focus on guarding the kid in the wheelchair... He can only control two to three people at a time when using his ability, and the range is not too far, remember not to stray alone! Once you find a teammate is controlled, the rest must immediately control the target!

Received, we have arrived at the target floor...

A line of Reaver soldiers in black slowly sneaked into the twelfth floor where Miles and the others were, moving with caution and extremely light steps.

There are no abnormalities at present... the squad leader whispered into the walkie-talkie, we are preparing to breach the door...

The next instant, the lights on the entire floor abruptly went out.

Boundless darkness struck, startling everyone.

Damn it, the power is out here, who did this... ah!!

Someone just complained, and then let out a scream.

There are enemies! The squad leader was startled, and hurriedly reported, Anthony! We are attacked! Shit, it is a trap, we... ah!

Ah!

Not good!

Amidst the darkness, screams and exclamations rose one after another.

That walkie-talkie fell to the ground, emitting a burst of static busy signals.

Team B! Team B! Report your status! Team B, can you hear me!

Inside the command vehicle, Anthony kept shouting toward Team B's channel, yet he received no response at all.

In front of him, the first-person view feed that originally belonged to Team B completely lost signal, and the screen turned into static snow.

The situation has changed, Team B lost contact, they were prepared all along! Anthony ordered the others, they are still on the twelfth floor, do not need to leave many people on the first floor, Team A, Team C, Team E, go together to provide support! Team D, you stay behind to defend and protect Dr. Zander...

Turn on your night vision goggles, I suspect the enemy might have cut off the light source on the twelfth floor!

The two main combatants of the enemy were Wolverine and X-23, both of whom were melee-type mutants with keen senses. Since the other side had already seized the initiative, Anthony felt that if he were commanding those two monsters, he would 100% actively cut off the light source of the battlefield to create a favorable environment for his own side.

To be frank, his arrangement was not wrong, but the problem was that he was not facing enemies in the ordinary sense.

You react fast, Andini, wait no, it is Toni Damo... whatever, forget it, anyway it is the enemy.

Still inside his own room, Miles pressed his finger against his temple and muttered tremblingly, Logan, how many minutes do you need?

Two minutes.

Outside the room, in the darkness, Logan pierced a Reaver's chest with a claw and spoke into the wireless earpiece, also, can't you cut out the useless nonsense at a time like this!

Sorry, you know, my brain is not right, the more stimulating it is, the more I can't help it, just like a man being teased and worked up will definitely get hard, it's not something I can control by my subjective will...

Fuck!!

Logan cursed, and then was caught off guard when a Reaver slammed him against the wall, bang!, taking a bullet that made him bite his teeth hard.

Then, with a girl's sharp roar, that Reaver was next pierced through the neck by Laura and pulled off Logan.

Ha... ha... Logan lay on the ground and gasped heavily for a few breaths, before slowly propping himself up to stand.

He was long no longer that Wolverine who would neither get hurt nor get tired. The meager healing factor could only ensure he would not suffer fatal injuries after being hit by bullets, but that was it.

If it were the past, just being hit by a mere few bullets, he wouldn't even have given it a second thought, waiting a few seconds for the bullets to be squeezed out of his body by new flesh and skin. Yet now, he could only endure the pain to stand back up with bullets and wounds, because the battle was not over yet.

Old Logan was really tired, both in body and soul.

Logan, get ready, the second batch of people will arrive in two minutes, eighteen people.

Fuck!! Logan cursed loudly, are you serious! Do you think just me and this cub can block eighteen fully armed soldiers?

Relax, I will help you. Miles said, by the way, Logan, are you afraid of water?

Afraid of water? What are you talking about?

Oh right, you are a wolf, canines can all swim, the ones afraid of water are cats, like your big brother Sabretooth... fuck, tigers clearly love swimming very much, what the hell, it makes no sense, it makes no sense at all!

Shut up, you shit-brained brat! Logan couldn't stand Miles's nagging anymore, if you keep annoying me like this, I'll cut off your head and shove it into your asshole!

You really have a peculiar fixation on assholes, Logan. Miles said, let's not talk about the rest, go pick up a gun from the ground and bring it back for Caliban, we need to add a little more power, I told Laura a long time ago to bring a few guns, but unfortunately she doesn't like them...

Umm... I have a handgun. Caliban took out the handgun he carried with him and said.

Although Caliban had a weak physique and was not good at close combat, after all, having formerly been a black-market dealer, it was a very normal thing for him to carry a self-defense handgun.

That kick is too small, not enough waaaaaagh, I guess it can't even penetrate body armor! Miles curled his lips.

Well, that's true. Caliban nodded, indicating acceptance.

Soon, the room door opened, and a blood-stained Laura walked in holding an AR-15 rifle, nodded at Caliban, and handed the rifle to him.

Sigh... old Charles looked at Laura's murderous look and sighed silently.

Get ready, the second batch of enemies is coming, Logan, are the grenades ready?

Hmm. Logan nodded, then looked toward the stairwell.

The sounds of footsteps were already ringing in the darkness, obviously a large group of people were approaching from below.

Logan, listen to me, hide first, don't panic, trust me... Miles's expression trembled as he gritted his teeth and said, listen to me, we can win!!

You better be telling the truth!

Logan said through gritted teeth, and then saw those enemies slowly walking out from the stairwell.

Possessing beast-like senses, the darkness had a negligible impact on Logan and Laura. Just as the enemy commander Anthony had anticipated, the dark environment was the home turf of Logan and Laura.

They are wearing night vision goggles. Miles spoke up again, Laura, draw their fire a bit.

Laura nodded, poking her head out slightly.

Pew pew pew...

The next instant, several bullets shot over, scaring Laura into hastily retracting her head.

Is it not time yet? Logan sensed the enemies' footsteps and whispered, they are already this close...

Wait a little longer, Logan...

Miles said hoarsely inside the room, it will be ready soon...

Two seconds later, in Miles's perception, the enemies finally reached the predetermined position.

Hehe...

The teenager sneered and muttered to himself, the good show is beginning.

The next instant, the night vision goggles of all the Reaver soldiers abruptly flashed and stopped working!

Darkness descended, and even night vision goggles could not resist it.

Meanwhile, the fire alarm in the hallway suddenly sounded with urgent ringing!

Jingle bell bell bell...

As the ringing blared, the fire sprinklers immediately began to spray water, like a torrential downpour, instantly soaking the entire hallway!

Logan! Right now!!

Hearing Miles's reminder, Logan could no longer care about the shock in his heart, and hurriedly and skillfully pulled the pin of the grenade in his hand.

No wonder you asked me if I was afraid of water just now... well done, kid!

Logan said, pulling the ring and throwing the grenade out.

As a former World War II veteran, throwing grenades was an instinct almost carved into Logan's bones; he only needed a glance to know where the grenade needed to be thrown to maximize damage.

What is going on! My night vision goggles malfunctioned!

Mine too!

The alarm went off, where is there a fire?

There is water everywhere here!

The sudden malfunction of the night vision goggles, coupled with the piercing ring of the fire alarm, made this squad completely lose their composure due to the sudden turn of events. For a moment, not even a single person realized that someone had thrown a grenade, which slid all the way along the water-filled ground into the very middle of the crowd!

Human eyes often take a few minutes to adapt when suddenly entering a dark environment. During this period... they are blind in the dark. Miles smiled grimly to himself, this is the first gift I present to you... Dr. Zander!

Boom!!!

A violent explosion sounded, and even Miles, who was inside the room, could clearly hear the terrifying momentum.

Miles... Charles couldn't help speaking out, we can escape now... too many people have already died here.

Wait a little longer, Doctor... Miles said softly, that bastard Zander is still out there...

I understand your persistence, Miles. Old Charles said, but you must know, revenge doesn't have to be rushed for a moment, you are still very young, you could clearly give yourself more time to grow...

Sorry... I can't wait anymore, Professor. Miles said softly, as long as Zander isn't dead, every day I live is a torture to me...

I can no longer endure it... Professor!

Splash splash splash...

On the battlefield in the hallway, the fire sprinklers were still spraying water, splashing like a pouring rain onto everyone's bodies.

The grenade detonated in the center of the crowd, killing several Reaver soldiers on the spot, and the rest collapsed sprawlingly onto the ground, bathing in the pattering rain, for a moment unable to even comprehend what had happened.

Ah!!!

In the darkness, several roars came.

Then, the silent battle began.

Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!

A person in barely passable condition ripped off his night vision goggles, which could no longer see anything, raised his rifle, and tried to aim at the place where the movement in the darkness came from, just about to fire... and then was shocked to find that his mechanical prosthetic limb had also malfunctioned!

Crackle snap...

The previously flexible and delicate mechanical prosthetic limb seemed to have been infected by a virus, and after a burst of strange electric spark sounds, it completely stopped working.

And with only one hand, he was obviously completely unable to operate firearms!

The next moment, he only saw a sharp claw in the dark, flashing with cold light, piercing into his vision!

Shing!!!

Team A? Team B?

Inside the command vehicle, Anthony kept shouting toward the walkie-talkie, yet no matter how hard he shouted, he could no longer get the slightest bit of response.

Those squads sent over had completely lost contact!

Information warfare? Electromagnetic interference?! Anthony analyzed the current situation rapidly in his mind, and then couldn't help asking Dr. Zander behind him, are you sure they are just a group of old, weak, sick, and disabled mutants?!

I am very sure!! Dr. Zander looked excited, recalling those "abnormal data" he had once obtained from Miles, and muttered to himself, it is 'X-0'! It must be him!

This is his true potential!

What are you talking about?! Anthony couldn't help pressing.

We are retreating! Dr. Zander couldn't be bothered to explain and directly ordered, abandon those people, retreat immediately, I need to redesign the capture plan...

However, before Dr. Zander could finish speaking, the next instant, the lights inside the entire command vehicle dimmed.

Clack!!

The vehicle doors automatically locked, sealing off the inner and outer spaces.

...What is going on?

The vehicle malfunctioned too?

Anthony kept trying to restart the vehicle, yet got not the slightest response.

What is going on, is the system running low on battery? Dr. Zander asked.

Impossible, there was still more than half just now! Anthony said in some panic, not just the command system, even starting the vehicle is no longer possible!

We are trapped here!

As a military command vehicle custom-built for the Reaver forces and sponsored by Alkali, this vehicle had a very high technological content, from the engine and command system to even the vehicle door locks, all of which could be controlled via electronic systems.

At the same time, the vehicle body itself was extremely sturdy, able to withstand head-on rocket-propelled grenade bombardments and roam safely amidst a hail of bullets. Of course, this also meant that... once locked inside, this vehicle could simultaneously serve as the best iron coffin.

Our system has been hacked by a hacker! Dr. Zander reacted immediately.

Impossible! Anthony retorted, our communications use a special-frequency temporary internal network, and it is physically isolated from the central control system. No hacker could possibly achieve this step!

What if it is not an ordinary hacker? Dr. Zander muttered pointedly, and then said again, where is the emergency exit! Let's escape immediately!

Down below!

Like a tank, this armored command vehicle was similarly equipped with an emergency exit, purely controlled manually and unaffected by electromagnetic interference.

However, the problem was that opening it itself was a very strenuous task.

Let's do it together...

Anthony and Dr. Zander began to pull the emergency exit push rod together.

One, two, three!!!