Manhattan Long Island Over there, Captain America is holding a wedding, which is very lively.
On the road Nevada, a jeep carrying Wolverine Logan and his irritable brother Sabretooth Victor sped away towards California.
The sparks of the cigar were looming, particularly conspicuous in the dark night.
The blue-gray smoke was exhaled and then blown away by the cold wind pouring in through the car window.
"Logan, we have to find a way to get the situation back! We must take revenge on that woman severely!"
Sabretooth in the passenger seat was grinding his nails, showing his fierce look.
He lost all face in the Mutant Academy and engaged in a "wrestling game" with his macho brother in public.
Those shameful, disgusting, and eye-catching images appear in my mind from time to time, as if their memory has been deliberately enhanced.
"The female principal with a bad temper is a person with Mind Stone ability. As long as she is willing, she can easily play with us."
Logan was holding the thick cigar in his mouth. Compared to the raging brother's raging anger, he acted very calmly.
This is not because Wolverine became refined and easy-going after being a teacher for a few days.
The main reason is that White Queen Emma-Frost is the sister of his girlfriend Silver Fox.
If you create any deep hatred that is difficult to resolve, it will only affect your lifelong happiness.
"Look at what you look like now, Logan!"
Sabretooth's tone was sad, as if he hated iron and was filled with anger.
"You were blinded by that woman. You lost your sharp claws and began to become cowardly!"
"Cheer up, Logan! Don't forget that we are Beast in the jungle, and we are natural hunters!"
"Emotions are like a rope tied around your neck, they will only slowly strangle you!"
I feel very dissatisfied with my brother who indulges in the gentle land and the grumpy brother.
He felt that ever since Logan hooked up with that woman, the relationship between him and his brother had faded a lot.
In the past, when we were free, we would go to the bar to drink, fight, and pick up girls. Even if we rented a room and had sex, we would have to stay next door.
But now!
My brother rarely goes to places like bars anymore, and he also learns to refuse when encountering hot girls who take the initiative.
What's even more outrageous is that he started mowing the lawn at home, going for walks in the park, and attending house parties among neighbors.
Is this still the unruly, fierce and wild Wolverine!?
It's like a domesticated husky!
"You can't do this, Logan!"
Sabretooth persuaded Wolverine to find himself again and not to be deceived by women.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with it."
Logan holds a cigar in one hand and holds the steering wheel in the other.
"Kayla is a good woman, she suits me very well,"
"Every time I'm with her, I feel calmer inside."
"All those angry and violent emotions disappeared, leaving only peace."
"And Kayla's cooking is also very delicious. Didn't you praise her last time for the delicious pie she sent?"
Sabretooth was so angry that his mouth twisted when he heard that his brother was spreading dog food.
His fingers stretched out sharp claws and pulled out the leather cushions under his buttocks.
"I... if I knew that she made that pie, I would never eat it!"
Sabretooth turned away, as if he didn't want to say another word to Wolverine.
"Victor, are you angry because you are... what is that word? I remember General Cahill mentioned it - by the way, single!"
"Brother, I'll let Kayla introduce you to someone when I get the chance. Do you like Mutants, or humans?"
Sabretooth smiled coldly, unlike Wolverine, he was easily hindered by women.
"Okay. I like those with wheat skin and a strong body! By the way, the butt should be big for easy output!"
Victor listed many requirements, but still looked unruly.
This is not a really fragrant scene.
He thinks he is much stronger than Logan.
There is no way that a woman's body and ridiculous emotions will soften her heart.
Therefore, no matter how many women my brother introduces, he will not be shaken!
"By the way, we are Task Force of S.H.I.E.L.D., why should we investigate missing persons?"
Sabretooth felt Wolverine's teasing eyes, and his firm expression was a bit unbearable. He coughed twice and changed the topic.
"According to the information given by the intelligence department, Apocalypse should have been to California before. Their followers of Protégé are likely to wander along the highway."
Logan recalled the situation that Kayla analyzed for him, and repeated it word for word, "Considering the patrol routes in recent days, the unusual cases in California, and the surrounding motels, S.H.I.E.L.D. has reason to believe that the couple who disappeared near Highway One three days ago should be related to Mutants."
"Okay, let's have a blast!"
Victor suddenly became excited. He hadn't seen blood for a long time.
I hope those Apocalypse's Discipless won't let themselves down too much.
Highway One nearby, motel.
Caliban was a little irritated. He picked up the beer bottle on the table and threw it at the doctor's feet. He said angrily, "It's been so many days and the high fever still hasn't gone away!"
"Are you playing tricks and trying to delay time?"
Snap!
The sound of popping beer bottles echoed downstairs of the hotel.
The doctor trembled all over, with a look of fear on his face, his legs were weak, and he almost knelt down.
These days, he has seen the power of these Mutants.
When I think about my wife and children still in the hands of the other party, I don't dare to resist at all.
"Please listen to my explanation. His high fever does not go away. It does not look like a pathological fever."
said the hapless doctor, stumbling.
He showed the child named Erik and found that except for high body temperature and long-term fever, there were no other obvious symptoms.
"Oh, you humans are always telling lies."
Caliban was dubious. If he hadn't been worried that Erik would have a high fever and die on the way, he would have moved his position with Apocalypse's Disciples.
The owner of the motel and the guests who came from behind were all controlled and thrown into the warehouse containing sundries.
Wallets, documents, cars... these necessities are almost collected.
It's just that Erik is unconscious and left here to fend for himself, which is equivalent to losing a big killer.
But if you continue to delay, if you are tracked by S.H.I.E.L.D., your end will be worrying again.
"Wait one more day!"
Caliban shook his hand and suppressed the anger in his heart.
"Erik, he's awake!"
But within a few minutes, someone came over and said that Erik, who had been unconscious for several days, finally woke up.
Caliban hurriedly walked upstairs and saw the skinny child opening his eyes, and there were wisps of firelight flashing through.
"Hurry up and call the doctor up to see if the fever has subsided. As soon as you feel better..."
Caliban's voice stopped suddenly, and he saw Erik suddenly floating, and waves of invisible power emitted.
Then, like an earthquake, the entire motel began to shake.
Those metal objects flew up and surrounded Erik.
"Are you...Caliban?"
Erik tilted his head, as if sorting out his memory.
He raised his hand gently, as if pulling an invisible thread.
Caliban only felt that the blood in his body was hot and there was a clear pain in his heart.
"Someone told me that there is iron in the human body, which is involved in the transportation and storage of oxygen and forms hemoglobin."
Erik's voice was cold and contained no emotion at all.
"And your heart, liver and kidneys have the most iron."
Hiss!
Hiss!
A cloud of blood mist suddenly erupted!
In the red mist, those tiny particles invisible to the naked eye condensed into smooth metal projectiles.
Zizzi! Sizzle!
Then, Erik held the metal projectile between his two fingers.
Under his control, the projectile rotated rapidly, emitting clouds of silver-white sparks.
Snap!
Shoot out!
Hit Caliban.
The fragile human body is like a foam board, which is directly penetrated!
The strong kinetic energy was like the bombardment of cannonballs, causing flesh and blood to instantly turn to decay.
"I am...Apostle of the Phoenix!"
Erik's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the house above his head burst open.
He slowly flew up and floated in the sky.
"The Master of Magnetism——Magneto!"