Wolverine Jason

To escape the police and Jason, Hao Xun deliberately took back roads, running wildly until he broke free of the police encirclement. Perhaps his Beast instincts told him that someone was behind him, and after shaking off the police, he decisively jumped into a small river beside the road and disappeared in an instant.

Unfortunately, he had already been targeted by Jason, so all his efforts were destined to be in vain!

Russell located Jason according to the contract, and followed him on a motorcycle. He was glad he was on a motorcycle; if he had been in a car, he definitely wouldn't have been able to catch up.

By the time he arrived, Jason had already intercepted Hao Xun, and the two of them were fighting fiercely under the bridge, one wielding a knife and the other using claws.

It was more like a mutual attack than a full-blown fight. Both were tank-type melee fighters with extremely similar fighting styles, exchanging injury for injury and even life for life.

Overall, Jason was slightly at a disadvantage.

Hao Xun enhanced Wolverine's abilities, granting Immortal Body but also Adamantium skeleton. Jason's Great Cleaver could only scratch the surface; any further penetration was blocked by the metal skeleton. After several strikes, Hao Xun was unharmed, but his Great Cleaver was dulled and rendered unusable.

Russell drew his Great Fast Blade Autumn Water, imbued it with Magic Power, and rushed into the fray.

The blade flashed sharply!

Hao Xun was facing two opponents, which increased the pressure on him. He felt that Russell's attacks were faster and faster, and the flashing blades in front of him were so dazzling that he could not see anything clearly.

When he came to his senses, his arms were stinging with pain. He looked down and immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Ouch! My hand!!"

The two arms were reduced to bare skeletons; nerves, muscles, and blood vessels had all been removed, and not even a drop of blood could be seen on the skeleton.

Wolverine's healing factor began to take effect, and Hao Xun's arms rapidly healed. The pain didn't lessen; instead, it intensified due to the healing process. Hao Xun, his voice hoarse, let out Beast -like roar and launched a series of attacks on Jason in a fit of rage.

Crazy scratching!

Perhaps!

Russell sheathed his sword and stood aside. The lack of internal energy did not affect his swordsmanship. What he inherited from Ximen Chuixue was the way of the sword, not the sword techniques.

Swordsmanship emphasizes intent over form, so even a single-edged longsword can be used to its fullest potential for destruction in his hands.

Seeing that Hao Xun's arm had fully recovered, Russell once again drew his sword and rejoined the battle. Yes, he did it on purpose, trying to wear down Hao Xun's will and use his Enslavement skill to bind him to a contract.

It's okay to be alone in Team Battle, but the more obedient cannon fodder you have, the better, especially tank-type cannon fodder. Gathering Wolverine and Jason together can make the opponent question their existence.

With a swift flash of his blade, Russell sliced through Hao Xun's arm muscles for the second time, watching him and Jason fight each other.

On the third time, Hao Xun had second thoughts. Immortal Body didn't mean he wasn't in pain. Because of Wolverine's keen senses, his pain perception was actually stronger than that of an ordinary person. If he was hit again, he would die from the pain.

This is an unavoidable drawback of the abilities of Reincarnator. They suddenly gain the desired abilities, but they lack the strong willpower of the original body. They merely possess the form and can only ever be imitations.

Russell was completely unaware of this. In his eyes, Hao Xun, with his fierce appearance and the ability he had acquired from Wolverine, was definitely a ruthless person. This kind of person is ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to himself. Twice was definitely not enough; he needed some more shocking treatment.

He strode forward, catching up with Hao Xun from behind, and rapidly swung his long sword, slicing away flesh and muscle bit by bit.

The flashes of swords overlapped, and sword energy crisscrossed beneath the bridge, weaving a vast net that tightly bound Hao Xun.

Hao Xun screamed repeatedly, and with each step he took, some of his flesh fell off. When he left the bridge arch, only a silver-white metal skeleton remained standing in place.

With a loud thud, the heavy skeleton knelt on the ground. This time, it did not heal itself; it fell straight down and remained motionless.

Fearing a trap, Russell had Jason drag the skeleton over. After waiting two minutes, he awkwardly discovered that there was no need to try the Enslavement skill anymore; the meat shield he wanted was already dead.

"Why is it so fragile? Could it be that he didn't unlock the full Wolverine powers?"

Russell was completely baffled. Looking at the metal skeleton on the ground, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He turned around, extracted Jason's soul from his body, and injected it into the skeleton.

Jason's current body is that of a guard at the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. His physical abilities are only slightly better than those of an ordinary person, and even with the enhancement of witchcraft, he cannot compare to his own body by Crystal Lake.

Russell couldn't take that body out, but he could still help Jason by giving him a different corpse to possess!

After Jason's soul was injected, the Adamantium skeleton trembled and began to heal itself. At first, it was slow, but in the end, flesh and muscle grew rapidly and visible to the naked eye. Before long, Jason, now wearing a different set of equipment, stood up.

Jason touched his new body, raised his fist and thrust out three sharp claws, paused for two seconds, then picked up the Hockey Mask and put it on his face. Next, he changed into sharp homeless clothes, and even held onto the Great Cleaver tightly, refusing to let go.

"Why don't you try out your new claws? I guarantee they're better than the machete... Whatever, whatever makes you happy. Just throw that knife away, I'll go buy you two new ones."

Russell didn't force him, nor could he force him; the Great Cleaver and Hockey Mask were very important to Jason. Like Freddy's claws, Michael's kitchen knife, and Leatherface's chainsaw, they had long been ingrained in his soul, and even he, their owner, couldn't separate them.

While they failed to acquire any cannon fodder like Wolverine, they did manage to enhance Jason's Wolverine version, which was a pleasant surprise.

Russell rode his motorcycle to the hospital in the city center, but instead of going in rashly, he found a hotel nearby to stay at.

The unlucky guy who survived being shot nine times and was caught by the police was bait. There were many Reincarnator could kill him, but everyone chose to wait and see, so he naturally wouldn't make a move.

Now the bait is scattered, and we just wait for the fish to gather before hauling in the net. It's just a matter of not knowing who the fisherman is.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; the last one to strike is the fisherman..."

Hao Xun's team contributed 5 kills to Russell, bringing his total to 27 kills. He should take this opportunity to work hard and try to reach 50 kills.

"Jason, infiltrate the hospital and notify me immediately if you find Reincarnator. This is very important. Don't always pretend to be deep and silent, understand?" Russell stood by the window of the guest room. Out of caution, the hotel was located in a remote area, where only a corner of the hospital could be seen from afar.

Jason: (._.)

Russell: "..."

When are you going to stop using this meme?

Russell put his hand to his forehead, abandoning the plan to have Jason infiltrate. There should already be Reincarnator team lurking near the hospital, and it's possible that someone has enhanced Magneto's or similar bloodline abilities. Jason infiltrating would only expose himself.

"I almost forgot that you'll be exposed even if you use a magnet now... Go stay in the sewers and don't come within 500 meters of me without orders."

After shooing away the silent Jason, Russell drew the curtains, sat cross-legged on the floor, and closed his eyes to rest. A major battle was imminent; he needed to adjust his mindset and make thorough preparations, while also reviewing his cards to deal with any potential predicaments.

Midnight!

Russell stood speechlessly by the window, peering into the hospital through the gap in the curtains. He wasn't the only one thinking of making a move at the last minute; everyone thought the same. From noon until nightfall, the hospital remained eerily quiet, as if everyone had completely ignored it.

"I should have left Hao Xun's team behind. They're so fierce, they're the perfect choice for scouting..."

Russell stroked his chin. The hospital was a powder keg; the slightest touch could cause a major explosion, and no one wanted to be the first to light the fuse. Since they were both waiting anyway, he didn't mind breaking the deadlock and testing the waters.

"Jason, sneak in and take out the bastard. After that, it's up to you. If you can escape, prioritize taking out the snipers around you."

After giving the order, Russell began to stretch his limbs, and just as he was about to put on his black robe, there was a sudden, rough knocking on the door.

"Open the door quickly, I've made the midnight snack."

Night snack!?

I'd like a late-night snack?

This waiter has terrible service!

Russell, wearing his Desert Eagle, arrived at the door and looked through the peephole to see a thin young man standing outside. The man was looking down at his phone, while his other hand was carrying various food bags.

Russell's first reaction was that he had been exposed, but he opened the door when the young man knocked again.

"Why are you taking so long? Even eating is so tedious. How are we going to team up later..." The young man, engrossed in his phone, bumped into Russell. The moment he looked up, his pupils constricted sharply. "I... I'm sorry, I came to the wrong door!"

"It's okay, just be more careful next time."

Russell grinned, a beautiful halo flashing in his smiling eyes, and the young man who met his gaze froze on the spot, his eyes glazed over.

[Skill Card: Charm (You are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth)]

Russell put his arm around the young man's shoulder and pulled him into the room, asking with concern, "Room number, how many people are in?"

"906! 8 people!"

Russell's room number is 609. The young man's mistake in room number can only be attributed to playing on his phone too much, or perhaps he's been masturbating too much and his vision is so blurry that he can't even distinguish between 6 and 9.

"You made your own late-night snack?"

"Yes, the captain was worried that someone might poison it, so he asked me to cook it in the kitchen."

If you don't eat compressed biscuits during the mission, you deserve to be drugged.

With that thought in mind, Russell silently opened the food bag and took out his I Love a Firewood!

"How much should I put in... Never mind, just pour it all in!"

Having settled everything, Russell patted the young man on the shoulder and saw him out the door.

"Remember to get along well with everyone..."