The Adjudicator's Operation

Sunshine, beach, bikini.

Chen Tian slumped into a deck chair on Hawaii beach like a typical lazy bum, his sunglasses pushed up to his forehead, squinting as he enjoyed the scorching sun of Oahu.

On the left, Kiana was piling sand on him, trying to bury him into a human sand sculpture, while on the right, 2B quietly held a glass of chilled coconut juice with a small umbrella in it, and held the straw to his lips.

A little further out in the waves, Bayonetta, dressed in a deep purple swimsuit so alluring it would have prompted a lifeguard to blow his whistle, was riding a jet ski, the engine roaring as it tore through the azure sea, sending up a spray of dazzling white water.

Heaven is nothing more than this.

"Buzz--Om--Buzz--"

An unpleasant vibration came from the wristwatch on the small round table next to us.

Chen Tian lifted his eyelids and glanced at it; the projection of Tony wearing pink Hello Kitty Armor was dancing on his wristwatch.

He lazily stretched out his finger and poked Kiana, who was trying to bury his right hand as well, and said in a languid voice, "Girl, do me a favor, see what that Iron Man is howling about again? He's disturbing my Holy Light."

Kiana dropped her shovel, glanced at her watch, and her face immediately scrunched up. "Uncle Tony! He said... that guy called Ant-Man has been sitting in the lobby of the Arbitrator Tower for almost half an hour! Asking when you're going back to sign for it!" She tossed the watch back onto the table like a hot potato. "Commander! You've stood up the newbie again!"

Ant-Man? Scott Lang?

In an instant, images flashed through Chen Tian's mind: Deadpool in a bodysuit dancing on the ceiling of headquarters, Spider-Man endlessly explaining the safety manual to newcomers, Ant-Man possibly shrinking to the size of an ant and playing pranks in some corner.

Three clowns together? The image was too much for him to bear. The Arbitrators headquarters might have to be renamed "Marvel's Deyun Society Branch".

"Tsk." Chen Tian made a disgusted snort, his sunglasses snapping back onto his eyes, and he slid down another half inch, as if trying to weld himself completely into the recliner. "Sign for? Sign for my ass. Tell him the person signing is on vacation, return date uncertain, contact via message in a bottle if needed."

The watch vibrated persistently, Tony's image flashed wildly, and the surging resentment could be felt even across the Pacific Ocean.

Chen Tian pursed his lips, slowly reached out, and pressed the speakerphone button. Tony's voice, now filled with irritable resentment, exploded instantly, the volume almost overturning the parasol:

"Chen--Tian--!!!"

Several bikini-clad women on the beach were startled and turned to look.

"Where the hell have you been?! Scott Lang! That ant in that bootleg bodysuit who shrinks! You've already had three coffees and two donuts at my building's front desk! And then you stare at F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s projection with those innocent big eyes—he's going to see a personality disorder in F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Right now! Immediately! Get back here and sign off on your intern!!"

The sound waves were so powerful that even Bayonetta, who was speeding across the sea, seemed to pause for a moment.

Chen Tian revealed a sly smile, slowly raised the watch to his lips, and took a deep breath—

"Hello? Hello? Tony? Can you hear me?" He pinched his throat, his voice becoming erratic and intermittent, like an old radio with a bad signal. "Zzz... signal... so bad... zz... you said... Ant-Man? What ant... zz... cockroach? Zzz... I'm in... Hawaii... zz... the sea breeze is too strong... I can't hear you... Hello? Hello?! Tony?! Are you still there?! Zzz----"

Beep... beep... beep...

The call was abruptly cut off.

The world instantly became quiet, with only the sound of waves, Kiana's labored digging in the sand, and the roar of the jet ski's engine as it drove away.

"Done." Chen Tian tossed his phone back onto the table, sighed comfortably, and slumped back into his recliner. He grabbed the coconut juice 2B handed him and took a big, satisfying sip. "You want me to go back to being the neighborhood committee director and mediate those three clowns? No way! I, Chen, would rather slack off than suffer!"

The sunlight became warm and pleasant again.

On the other side of the world, in the Big Apple City.

"F**K!!!!"

Tony watched as his watch screen went black and displayed "Connection interrupted," and he was so angry he almost swung the million-dollar artwork next to him like a baseball bat.

The veins on his forehead throbbed, he spun around twice, grabbed his wine glass, and took a big gulp. The spicy liquid couldn't extinguish the raging fire in his heart.

"Poor signal?! Strong sea breeze?! Chen Tian is lying on a Hawaii beach picking his toes right now! Poor signal my foot! Friday! Lock onto his coordinates immediately! I'm sending him a delivery missile to use as a beach ball!"

Above the lab, Friday's female voice, tinged with a hint of helplessness, rang out. "Boss, Mr. Chen's biosignal is indeed located in the private beach area of Oahu, Hawaii. However, according to Article 3 of the 'Non-Intrusion into Private Vacation' supplementary agreement you signed with him, launching a missile at his vacation coordinates without permission will be considered a serious breach of contract. In that case, Mr. Chen can retaliate against you..."

Tony's expression froze instantly, as if he'd been given a lemon.

"Damn it... that kid's revenge..." He gritted his teeth, holding back for a long time, before finally slamming his empty coffee cup on the table. "Shit! That lawless slacker! He's taken slacking off to a whole new level!"

Just then, the door to the lounge opened, and Pepper walked in.

She was wearing a sharp-tailored business suit, and a barely suppressed smile was on her face; she had clearly heard the roar just now.

"Trying to outsmart Chen again?" Pepper poured Tony some more wine. "Is he using that old 'bad signal' trick to fool you again?"

Tony grabbed his glass and gulped down a shot, then slumped back into his chair like a deflated balloon.

"Who else could it be but him! Leaving the newcomers hanging in the lobby while he takes his harem on a trip to Hawaii!!" He pointed to a high-definition photo that automatically popped up on the screen— Chen Tian embracing Kiana and 2B, laughing like an idiot in the Hawaii sun—and exclaimed in anguish, "Look at this! Public funds used for tourism! Corruption! Depravity!"

Pepper leaned over to look at the photo, and instead of being angry, she chuckled, her eyes full of mischief. "Not bad. But Tony."

She turned to look at her fiancé, whose hair was practically standing on end in anger, and said in a light tone, "Don't you think that ever since Chen Tian started his 'laid-back life,' the processing speed of the backlog of reports and other business documents in your office has increased by at least 30%?"

Tony was taken aback.

Pepper poured herself a cup of coffee, blew on it gently to cool it down, took a sip, and slowly delivered the fatal blow. "After all, every time you get so angry with him, you seem to turn that anger into motivation and work through the night to fix those 'small problems' that you've been putting off for almost half a month."

Her smiling gaze fell on Tony's face. "In a way, Chen Tian is practically the cure for Tony Stark's chronic procrastination. What do you think, darling?"

Tony: "..."

Looking at Pepper's knowing yet slightly smug smile, and then at Chen Tian's carefree grin under the aurora on the screen, an extremely complex emotion surged through him—a mixture of frustration, helplessness, and a hint of anger at having his truth exposed.

A miracle drug? All he wanted to do now was force-feed Chen Tian a ton of laxatives!

"Tsk!" Chen Tian's eyelids twitched violently beneath his sunglasses. "No way! Tony definitely won't let me have a peaceful vacation here!!"

He yanked the wet sand Kiana had just piled on his face and, turning to the white fur ball who was still trying to press his ankles into the sand, decisively ordered, "Girl! Pack up! Level One escape alert!"

He turned and yelled at the sea again, his voice drowning out the engine's roar, "Darling! Ashore! The map's changed!"

Kiana tossed aside her shovel, her eyes lighting up instantly. "Run away? Where to? What are we doing this time?"

2B silently put down the empty coconut shell.

On the distant sea, Bayonetta's jet ski executed an extremely arrogant drift, splashing up a fan-shaped spray of water several meters high, and roared as it hurtled straight toward the beach.

"New coordinates?" She stepped onto the wet sand with one foot, tossed her long, wet hair, and a hint of amusement curved her red lips.

Chen Tian grinned, revealing eight White Fang that gleamed in the sunlight. "Antarctica! Skiing! Penguin watching! And while we're at it, freezing to death any Iron Man who might be tracking us down!"

Tony hadn't even had time to calm himself down after downing half a glass of whiskey when the projection on his wrist suddenly jumped.

Friday's calm voice carried a hint of sympathy. "Boss, Mr. Chen's biosignals have shifted drastically. Latest coordinates: Antarctica, near Queen Maud Land, -40 degrees Celsius, wind speed 8."

Puff--!

Tony sprayed a mouthful of whiskey directly onto his latest virtual design.

"Cough... cough cough cough... An... Antarctica?! Skiing?! Did he get hit in the head by a coconut tree?!"

A candid photo of Chen Tian, dressed in bulky winter clothes and holding Kiana, popped up on the screen at just the right moment.

The background was a pristine white expanse. Kiana's face was flushed red from the cold, and Chen Tian flashed a peace sign at the camera. Tony felt the veins in his temple throbbing wildly; he desperately needed double the dose of his blood pressure medication.

"Friday! Lock it in..."

"Boss, according to Article 3 of the supplementary clause of the 'Non-Infringement of Private Vacation' Agreement..."

"Shut up!!!" Tony snapped, angrily cutting off the notification sound and slapping his face hard. Fine, Antarctica, huh? You win!

Chen Tian's Antarctic vacation plan lasted only half a day, because Kiana's attempt to Light Spear to drill a hot spring almost caused a massive ice sheet collapse, and Chen Tian himself insisted that the penguins' gazes at him were too philosophical.

Tony's blood pressure had just dropped after the Antarctic signal disappeared when Friday's projection popped up again.

"Boss, Mr. Chen's new location: Switzerland, Alps, altitude 3970 meters, currently enjoying hot cocoa and cheese fondue in a luxurious igloo. Attached is a live photo: a snowman that looks like it was built by Miss 2B."

In the video, Chen Tian is wrapped in a thick blanket, his face beaming with happiness. He holds up a steaming Mark to the camera, with a stunning view of snow-capped mountains through a huge floor-to-ceiling window in the background.

Tony stared at the mountain of reports piled up before him, then crushed the innocent pen in his hand.

Not two days later.

"Boss, Mr. Chen's coordinates updated: Indonesia, Bali, edge of Mount Agung. Activity description: suspected open-air barbecue."

Photo: Chen Tian, dressed in a flashy Hawaii shirt, squats beside the scorching rocks of a volcano, holding a twig with... a string of what appears to be local fruit?

Kiana was eagerly waiting to try her hand at grilling amidst the smoke and fire, while 2B stood a little further away in a safe distance with her arms crossed. Bayonetta, on the other hand, sat on a towering rock with her legs crossed, like a queen surveying her territory.

"He's having a BBQ at the crater?!" Tony stared at the report Natasha had just sent him on the screen—a report about how she and Steve almost demolished a Clock Tower in a small town in Latvia due to tactical disagreements—and then at the picture of the volcano barbecue. He felt his sanity dissipate along with the volcanic ash.

Immediately afterwards.

"Boss, Mr. Chen's location: Iceland, Kirkjufell. Activity description: Watch the aurora borealis and attempt to shoot it down with Light Spear (failed to be stopped by Ms. 2B). Attached photo: A standard tourist photo against the aurora backdrop."

In the photo, the dazzling green and purple aurora borealis spreads across the deep blue night sky like flowing silk, breathtakingly beautiful.

Chen Tian had his arms around Kiana and 2B, while Bayonetta stood behind Chen Tian, smiling at the camera like a 200-pound child, flashing her ever-present peace sign.

"F**K!" Tony slammed the holographic projection keyboard in front of him, causing the light and shadow to tremble wildly.

He had huge dark circles under his eyes, and had just finished cleaning up the third wall that Spider-Man had crashed into in the building's training area (the electric Silk bomb had gone out of control).

After reviewing the initial training report of Ant-Man Scott Ronna, which was full of stories like "getting lost in a ventilation duct for three hours after shrinking" and "accidentally using Hawkeye's quiver as a slide," I realized that...

He also remotely directed security to electrocute and drag Deadpool back as he attempted to pry open the Vibranium prison door for the Nth time.

The recording of Banner and Shuri's argument in Wakanda was still playing in his ears in stereo.

He felt like a wind-up top, being whipped around by that lazy bum Chen Tian!

Tony stared at Chen Tian's carefree smiling face under the aurora on the screen, his eyes bloodshot almost matching the vibrant color of the aurora.

His hands trembled as he grabbed the bottle of blood pressure medication next to him, poured out two pills, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them viciously, as if he were chewing Chen Tian's bones.

"Play... play as much as you want..." Tony's voice squeezed out through clenched teeth, "When I catch you... I'll let you play with me to your heart's content..."

He had already automatically generated 360 different "welcome ceremonies" in his mind, each one enough to completely freeze Chen Tian's irritating smile.

The Arctic wind felt like knives on my face, and ice crystals crackled against the hood of my winter coat.

Chen Tian tucked Kiana's icy hands into his pockets and muttered to 2B and Bayonetta, who were calmly strolling beside him, "Hiss... why do I suddenly feel a chill down my spine?"

A faint blue light flashed in 2B's eyes. "No Natural Energy fluctuations detected, Master. Physiological data fluctuations are normal. It is recommended to replenish calories." She handed over a piece of high-energy chocolate.

Bayonetta smiled mischievously, exhaling a puff of white mist. "Perhaps, it's because some resentful 'patron' is nagging at me?"

Kiana took a bite of chocolate and asked indistinctly, "Commander, where are we going next? You said the smoke from the volcano barbecue was too much and would hurt our eyes, and it's too cold here... How about we go to the Sahara to roast camels?"

Chen Tian gazed at the vast expanse of white ice, Tony's face, which was probably already turning purple with rage, flashed through his mind.

He suddenly sneezed. "Achoo! Forget roasting camels! Let's get out of here! I have a feeling this is no place to stay! Plan Z! Destination— Madagascar! Let's go see the lemurs! Tony will never expect this!"

He wrapped himself tightly in his winter coat, dragged Kiana along who was still debating whether to roast a camel or a kangaroo, and plunged headlong into the snowstorm, his retreating figure resolute.

On the top floor of the distant Arbitrator Tower, Tony watched the signal dot on the screen jump and disappear into the snowstorm once again, the bottle of blood pressure medication in his hand groaning under its strain.

He slowly raised his head, looking at the Pacific Ocean outside the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes vacant, and only unconscious, mechanical chewing sounds coming from his mouth.

While Chen Tian was enjoying a pleasant vacation, Tony was frantically taking medication.

Logan and Psylocke, members of the Adjudicator squad, wearing masks, infiltrated an abandoned mine.

(Changing Logan Logan was my mistake; I will correct it in the previous text.)

The air deep inside the mine was thick with the smell of rust and old explosives, mixed with the cloying sweetness of some cheap machine lubricating oil.

Beneath Logan's mask, his nostrils flared, filtering the polluted air.

The smells of sweat, metal, and a hint of... military-grade compressed biscuit crumbs. He nodded heavily to Psylocke in the shadows behind him.

Psylocke didn't speak, her fingers silently tracing the hilt of the sword at her waist.

The two moved swiftly through the intricate, abandoned mine tunnels, like ghosts blending into the rock walls.

Logan doesn't need to look at the road; his Beast instincts and sense of smell are the most accurate navigators.

He precisely avoided the bottomless shaft, bypassed the wreckage of collapsed mine carts, and even sidestepped a rotten piece of wood falling from above.

Psylocke followed closely behind, her toes barely touching the ground, silent and stealthy. The Neon Blade in her hand was the only source of light in the darkness, yet strangely, it did not attract any attention.

At the end of the passage, a huge, man-made space suddenly opened up.

Several high-powered searchlights brutally tore through the darkness, casting the towering piles of metal equipment and hurried figures onto the jagged cave walls. The air was filled with the roar of diesel generators and tense shouts.

"Quick! Move fast! All data disks first! Handle sample boxes with care! Damn it, is that elevator still working?!"

A woman stood on a makeshift pile of ammunition boxes in the center, arms crossed, her gaze sweeping across the entire area.

Her black hair was tied into a neat ponytail, but a striking strand of white hair suddenly fell across her forehead.

Her tactical vest had no markings, but the air of authority and the tense feeling of absolute obedience around her spoke volumes more than any badge.

"CIA..." Logan let out a low, muffled snort as he and Psylocke pressed themselves against the cold rock wall at the entrance, their figures perfectly concealed by shadow.

"They've infiltrated quite deeply, not even sparing these rat holes."

Psylocke's gaze was fixed on the white-haired woman. The Neon Blade turned slightly in her palm, and the flowing light on the blade seemed to accelerate, emitting an almost inaudible hum.

"Confirm the target," Logan said in a very low voice.

Psylocke tapped her arm guard a few times, then nodded to Logan. "Target confirmed: Valentina Allegra De la Fontaine."

Upon hearing this, Logan's smile twisted into a sinister grin. "Very well, eliminate the targets, leave no one alive."

The words "Leave no one alive" that had just rolled down Logan's throat hadn't even faded when his body had already transformed into a blur and pounced out!

No frills, just a pure, Beast -like straight charge!

Thump! The heavy footsteps sounded like the beating of war drums!

One of the CIA agents, who was the first to be hit, didn't even have time to raise his gun before being smashed through the chest by the rampaging Wolverine!

Logan pulled back his claws, like a tiger baring its fangs, and with a whoosh, Six Paths cold Adamantium blades pierced through the tactical vest, muscles, and internal organs without any resistance! The agent's eyes bulged, and the blood spurting from his mouth splattered onto Logan's cold mask!

Logan suddenly ripped his arms apart!

With a sickening tearing sound, the agent was almost ripped in two!

Blood and shattered entrails gushed out like an exploding fountain, drenching the heads of several agents who had just raised their weapons!

"Fire! Fire!" The shouts were instantly drowned out by an even more frenzied barrage of gunfire! A storm of bullets rained down!

Logan didn't bother dodging at all! He Charge through the hail of bullets!

Puff puff puff puff!

The Negasonic Teenage Warhead struck with a dull thud, and blood splattered across his strong body, but the wound healed almost instantly, leaving only a new hole in his suit!

He was like a runaway tank crushing through the grass, leaving limbs flying in his wake!

One agent attempted to get close and fire with a shotgun, only to have half his head sliced off by Logan's claw! Another, holding a grenade and trying to pull the pin, had his claw already pierced through Logan's throat. Logan then used the corpse as a shield to smash down the next target! A pure killing machine, a brutal crushing force!

On the other side, Psylocke was like a purple phantom! Her figure flickered swiftly amidst the dense bullets and intersecting light and shadow! The neon longsword in her hand was no longer a sword, sometimes transforming into a whip that tore through the air, and sometimes condensing into a solid blade that could split mountains and cleave peaks!

Swish!

Neon Blade, lashed out like a whip, caught an agent's raised automatic rifle!

Sizzle!

A blinding flash of lightning illuminated the sturdy metal gun barrel, cleanly severing the arm holding it! The cut was charred black! The agent clutched his severed arm, screaming as he collapsed to the ground.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Three agents fired simultaneously, but Psylocke's figure suddenly blurred and vanished on the spot!

The real her had already appeared behind one of them, holding a knife in one hand, and precisely stabbed it into the heart from behind, the Neon Blade emerging from the chest!

"A bunch of trash!" Valentina stood on the slightly higher ammunition box, her face ashen, but her eyes showed no panic, only cold anger at being offended.

She grabbed a pale-faced technician next to her and yelled, "Release those test subjects in Zone B! Now! Let them tear those two damned rats apart!"

"Yes... yes, sir!" The technician scrambled toward an inconspicuous passageway with a heavy metal door.

At this moment, Logan had already torn a bloody path through the air and was less than ten meters away from Valentina!

His body was covered in blood and bits of flesh, and his Adamantium Claws dripped with viscous blood. His heavy breathing sounded like that of a wounded Beast, and his eyes, hidden behind his mask, were fixed on his target, filled with undisguised brutal killing intent!

He stomped his foot on the ground, sending pebbles flying, and lunged straight at Valentina!

The claws, capable of tearing through steel, were about to rip the woman apart!

Valentina stood rooted to the spot, a mocking smile playing on her lips, and uttered a few words clearly, her voice not loud, but with tremendous force:

"A mindless Beast."

Buzz--!

Three silver-gray shadows suddenly shot out from the shadows behind Valentina! They were so fast that they left afterimages! With a dull whistling sound, they slammed into Logan, who was lunging through the air, in a triangular formation!

Logan's pupils contracted! His Beast instincts told him he was threatened! Mid-air, with nowhere to grab onto, he abruptly crossed his arms to protect himself!

Clang! Clang! Clang!!!

Three ear-piercing metallic clangs rang out! Sparks flew everywhere!

Three silver-gray round shields slammed heavily into Logan's crossed Adamantium claw arms!

The terrifying force struck simultaneously! Even Logan was sent flying backward by the enormous impact!

His feet carved two deep furrows in the rough rocky ground, and he barely managed to stop after knocking over a pile of metal instrument wreckage!

"Pooh!"

Logan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, shook his arm which was still numb from the shock, and the alloy claws scraped together with a chilling sound. His eyes were fixed on the direction from which the shield had flown.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and three identically dressed figures emerged side by side from the shadows.

The silver-gray, angular, and slightly rough full-body combat uniform has a somewhat knock-off-looking Starbrand printed on the chest.

Each person carried a silver-gray round shield identical to the one used in the earlier attack on Logan. They were all far more muscular than ordinary people, their muscles bulging out of their combat uniforms.

They were expressionless, their eyes vacant, like three programmed killing machines.

Logan sniffed, and amidst the heavy smell of blood and gunpowder, he precisely detected a familiar, slightly chemically pungent serum scent.

He grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his voice hoarse and raspy, carrying a strong stench of blood and undisguised contempt.

"Ha... Super soldiers? They're not even fit to shine Rogers' shoes, just cheap knock-offs!" He cracked his neck, and his steel claws rose again, pointing at the three silent super soldiers. "Come on, three pieces of scrap metal! Let me see if you can take a beating!"

Valentina, standing behind the three tall soldiers, flashed a victorious smirk. "Take care of those two mutant trash."

"F**k off!" Logan's steel claws suddenly crossed to block, clang! clang!

The two silver shields slammed into the Adamantium, sparks flying!

The immense impact caused his burly body to sway, and the pebbles beneath his feet were crushed into dust.

At the same time! A red light flashed in the eyes of the third super soldier. He spun around and exerted his strength. The edge of his shield shrieked as it tore through the air, turning into a silver-gray afterimage that slashed straight at the Psylocke that was waiting for an opportunity!

This attack was extremely tricky, its angle and timing perfectly timed when Psylocke's old power had just dissipated and her new power had not yet been generated!

Psylocke's pupils contracted slightly, and her neon-colored longsword hummed as she parried!

Clang--!

The ear-piercing metallic clang was deafening! The immense kinetic energy contained in the shield sent a jolt through her wrist, and she was involuntarily thrown back! The rocks beneath her feet cracked inch by inch!

"Eliminate the target!"

One of the two super soldiers holding Logan (Soldier A) spoke in a cold voice, taking advantage of the gap in Logan's parry, and suddenly threw the shield in his hand like a frisbee at Psylocke with all his might!

Another soldier (Soldier B) swung his shield even more ferociously, combining it with heavy punches, relentlessly attacking Logan like a pile driver, pinning him to the spot!

Two silver shields, one in front and one behind, rotated and cut, completely sealing off all of Psylocke's space for evasion and support!

Valentina's icy voice echoed from the periphery of the grueling battlefield, carrying the arrogance of a victor. "Enjoy yourself, you mutant trash."

The sound of high heels clicking on gravel quickly faded into the distance, disappearing into the passageway leading deeper into the mine.

"Don't run, you bastard!" Logan's eyes were bloodshot as he took a heavy blow from Soldier B's shield, his chest aching and a metallic taste rising in his throat.

He violently swung his claw to deflect another shield attack, but was held back by his opponent's desperate, entanglement-based fighting style, and could only watch helplessly as his target disappeared into the shadows.

Mission failed!

This feeling of being manipulated and obstructed was like boiling oil poured into Logan's very bones, a brutality!

"Psylocke! Get out of the way!!" Logan roared, his voice shattering the cavern!

He ignored Soldier B's relentless barrage of attacks, enduring another dull thud as a shield slammed into his back.

Crack! It sounded like a rib breaking. His right alloy claw snapped back, and filled with rage, he slammed his fist into a tiny device in his left chest!

Buzz--!

The entire mine seemed to tremble!

What followed was not an explosion, but a deep, grand resonance, as if from the ancient starry sky! Vast, majestic, and carrying the power to crush stars!

Rumble!

Several small, swift drones burst out of the hole Logan had just entered, all clutching a metal box that gleamed with a golden luster!

The box has a sharp design and is engraved with ancient and mysterious runes. In the very center, there is a prominent relief of a goat's head, and two scarlet gem eyes suddenly light up in the dim mine!

Logan withstood Soldier B's shield bash, then swung his alloy claws fiercely, forcing the soldier back half a step. He then darted backward like lightning, landing precisely in front of the golden chest!

He slammed his calloused hand down hard on the goat's head relief!

"Come on!" The roar was filled with excitement!

The rune instantly came to life! The ruby goat's eyes unleashed a blazing light that tore through space!

Click! Click! Click! Click!

The golden chest disintegrated as if it were alive! Countless dazzling golden parts transformed into streaks of light, instantly covering, interlocking, and embedding themselves onto Logan's body!

The menacing goat horns and shoulder armor proudly point to the sky!

The ancient Capricorn constellation on the breastplate suddenly lit up, radiating an oppressive aura that seemed to suppress the entire universe!

Layers of arm and leg armor covered the body, with golden ramming horns extending from the joints to tear through everything!

Like goat boots shattering stars, they snapped shut with a bang!

Boom--!

A brilliant light, as if the world had been created and stars had just been born, suddenly burst forth from Logan!

It instantly dispelled all the darkness, bloodshed, and smoke in the mine!

In that radiant light, like the sun Descent, a majestic and sacred figure stood proudly!

Capricorn Gold Cloth! Done!

Beneath the golden goat helmet, Logan's eyes burned with a destructive golden flame!

"A knock-off?!" Logan's voice came through the golden helmet, filled with utter contempt. His gaze was fixed on Soldier C, who had thrown his shield at Psylocke (and was raising his shield again), and Soldier B, who was frantically harassing him.

"Taste the power of the Holy Sword!!!"

Before the words were even finished, a burst of golden light erupted! The speed amplified by the Cloth was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye!

Logan's figure left a fading golden afterimage in the spot!

All that remained was a circular impact crater, crushed by the immense force, and a cloud of rubble and dust that shot into the sky!

The real Logan appeared before Soldier C as if teleported! His speed was so fast that Soldier C's pupils were still fixed on the afterimage of Logan in place!

Logan raised his right arm, covered in golden arm armor, high!

Along the entire edge of his arm, a golden blade of light, visible to the naked eye and highly compressed to its extreme, condensed itself! The light carried an extreme sharpness that could sever cause and effect and cut through dimensions!

The air was silently torn apart, emitting a high-pitched mournful cry!

"Excalibur! (The Holy Sword!)" The murderous declaration echoed throughout the mine!

Swish--!!!

A golden ray, so subtle yet so dazzling it tore through the eye, sliced through Soldier C's shield, his body, and the thick rock wall behind him without any obstruction!

Everyone was frozen in place for a moment by this attack.

Soldier C froze, the silver-gray shield in his hand silently sliding down a perfectly straight diagonal line, the break as smooth as a mirror.

Immediately afterwards, his body slowly shifted and slid away along the same diagonal line... The cut was charred black, but no blood splattered. On the rock wall behind him, a deep, smooth, mirror-like, thin cut was left, extending into the darkness!

At that moment, Soldier B's attack had just reached Logan's back!

His eyes remained devoid of emotion; like a machine, he simultaneously unleashed his shield and fist at the golden figure's back!

Logan didn't even look back!

His left arm, covered in the Gold Cloth, swung backward in a backhand motion! A similar golden blade of light flashed and disappeared along the edge of his left arm!

Swish--!

Another faint but deadly ray of light flashed by!

Soldier B, along with his shield and fist that he swung with all his might, was sliced as if by the most precise laser cutter!

The shield was split in two, the arm was severed at the elbow, and the body was cut in half at the waist!

The broken edges were equally smooth and charred! He didn't even get to utter a scream before his two severed bodies tumbled and crashed into the pile of equipment beside him due to inertia!

Logan raised his right hand, pointing it at Soldier A, grinning menacingly, "Your comrades are all dead! Why aren't you following me!"

As he spoke, he suddenly swung his arm down. Soldier A tried to dodge, but found that his body was completely out of his control. A line of blood appeared on his forehead, and his body was cleaved in two by the Holy Sword.

After Logan finished doing all that, he twisted his neck, his joints making a metallic clanging sound.

"Tsk, the Holy Sword cuts through vegetables, not bad." He glanced at the few charred "parts" on the ground and let out a dull chuckle. "Not as durable as that previous Zombie Hulk!"

Logan glanced in the direction Valentina had left, his brow furrowing. "Psylocke, clear out the fry! I'm going to see where that bitch Valentina ran off to."

Golden light tore through the darkness once more, and the figure clad in Gold Cloth charged with unstoppable momentum toward the direction where Valentina had disappeared.

Psylocke withdrew her gaze, took a deep breath, and suppressed the shock in her heart. The neon longsword in her hand hummed again, Blade turned towards the few remaining agents in the corner of the mine who were terrified and collapsed to the ground.

The mission is not over yet, and for these small fry who have witnessed the Kamui power of the "Holy Sword," Psylocke's longsword may actually be a form of mercy.

Mission reports? That's something only survivors worry about. As for Logan?

"I'll just chop things up, and you can write the report!" (Logan's only thought as Charge)