The group entered the passage. A grim chill hung inside, and the stagnant air carried a pungent smell.
Magneto and Pyro led the way. Lin Ze, Paimon, Storm, and Cyclops walked in the middle, with Deadpool and Wolverine bringing up the rear.
"Oh, this smells like my bathroom. Don't ask. If you do, the answer is poop."
Deadpool's voice echoed through the empty passage, irritating Wolverine. "Shut your ass, Wade!"
"Okay, okay~"
Wade mimed zipping his mouth shut and lowered his voice. "We have to be super quiet. No shooting, no throwing grenades, no being funny."
"Yes, remember... silent and deadly. Like a naughty dog's fart."
Lin Ze remained silent the whole way, gripping his sword and watching their surroundings warily.
Something's wrong. It's too quiet here.
Sensing something amiss, Lin Ze activated Elemental Sight.
He suddenly stopped, his eyes widening as he scooped up Paimon and hit the ground. "Everyone, get down!"
Bang, bang, bang!
Several gunshots shattered the silence.
Deep in the darkness, a row of machine guns opened fire on them.
The gunfire kept coming. After dodging it, Magneto reached out to control the machine guns. The smile that had just begun to curl his lips froze.
"Plastic. Hmph, an improvement. John!"
Pyro needed no reminder. He had already drawn a flame from his lighter. In an instant, the tiny flame became a huge fireball in his hand, and he flicked his wrist, hurling it forward.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions followed, blowing all the machine gunners to pieces.
Logan got up and charged inside, with the others close behind.
"Tear them apart!"
In the control room, Stryker snarled at the surveillance feed. Several people behind him opened the door and left at his command.
"The plane is ready, Stryker." The white-haired old man urged