When Wolverine and Sabretooth arrived at the motel, a ruins came into view.
"Was the ground washed away by bombers?"
When S.H.I.E.L.D. was acting as a punching bag, Logan learned a lot of new words from the young Director.
Looking at the ruins of the motel through the car window, he couldn't help but sigh.
The collapsed brick walls and the cracked ground seemed like a big hand was pressing down, razing the house to the ground.
It is hard to imagine that human power can cause such violent destruction, like a natural disaster.
Logan got out of the jeep, raised his hand to lift the yellow cordon blocking the scene, and showed his license to the police.
The silver eagle emblem reflected a dazzling light under the noon sun.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is doing something."
Logan, who was holding a thick cigar, wearing leather boots and a leather jacket, said calmly.
The way he was dressed did not look like a federal official at all. Instead, he had the wild temperament of a gangster.
With his rugged appearance and full beard, Wolverine is often classified as a dangerous person who says "this guy is not a good person at first glance".
"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
The young policeman who reached out to stop the intruder hesitated, and did not release his hand holding the holster of his gun.
"Let them in, it looks like we have nothing to worry about here."
The slightly older policeman pulled away his colleagues and said with a smile.
S.H.I.E.L.D., led by Superman, is not a secret department.
Or, to be more precise.
Its existence is not deliberately kept secret.
Anyone who pays attention to Superman and is an enthusiastic political citizen who often watches the news should have heard of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s name.
"Sorry, I'm a newbie who just joined the job, so I'm a little too nervous."
The older policeman sent his colleagues away and then briefly reported the situation.
"We were notified by the highway patrol at about 4:20 yesterday afternoon."
"The specific time we arrived at the scene was probably close to five o'clock."
"As you can see, there was significant damage to the motel, but thankfully there were not too many casualties."
"As for the boss and the guests who stayed, they were all locked in the warehouse at the back and left after recording their confessions."
"There are two injured people. They came from Los Angeles for vacation. The man is a doctor from Monterey, the woman is a nurse, and they have an eight-year-old son."
"Fortunately, the collapsed house only caused some minor injuries to the family, which were not life-threatening."
"We also made a simple transcript before sending them to a nearby hospital."
The older policeman handed the document in his hand to Logan, who glanced at it and then handed it to Victor.
The two of them felt dizzy when they saw the dense words. They could only pretend to look at them for a moment, and then tucked them under their armpits.
"Did Mutants do it?"
Logan exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at the policeman, and asked in a rough voice, "How are you sure?"
"The doctor and his wife said so. The innkeeper imprisoned in the warehouse and the guests passing by can all testify."
"They saw with their own eyes a strong man who could lift a car, and a blue-skinned weirdo with Beast hair all over his body."
"Therefore, it is initially judged that this is a Mutants criminal gang operating within the country."
The older policeman said seriously.
"In the ruins of the motel, broken organs and tissues of the human body were also found."
"According to speculation, the battle may have been caused by internal strife in Mutants."
Logan and Sabretooth have not received criminal investigation training and usually rely on Beast Instinct. They were stunned for a while, thinking that these state police officers are quite professional.
"By the way, the above information and conclusions were all summarized by that officer."
The older policeman pointed to the collapsed ruins of the motel. Someone was bending down and pulling at the rubble of the brick wall, as if looking for something.
"He is also an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.. You may know him."
Logan squinted his eyes and looked over.
The other person was a tall man with dark skin, wearing a neat suit with the eagle emblem of S.H.I.E.L.D. on his chest.
As if feeling Wolverine's gaze, the latter showed his white teeth and walked over.
"Hello, you two."
The tall man clapped his hands and dusted himself off.
"My name is Nicholas Joseph-Fury. You can call me 'Nick' or 'Fury'."
"Wolverine, Sabretooth... I have heard of their names. Stryker is the ace player under Major Major."
Speaking of the latter sentence, Nick-Fury deliberately lowered his voice so that no one else could hear it.
"It seems that S.H.I.E.L.D. takes this case very seriously."
Sabretooth Victor snorted coldly, his attitude was not friendly.
Grumpy doesn't like humans, that's normal.
Mutants Task Force, under S.H.I.E.L.D., has always been a loner.
Despite appearances, led by William-Stryker.
But the one who really gives orders and issues tasks is actually Commander Peggy or Director himself.
Stryker is just an errand boy.
Except for participating in several joint operations of the Pentagon, Task Force rarely cooperates with the military.
On the one hand, the tasks they perform are very difficult and extremely dangerous, and ordinary troops cannot provide help.
On the other hand, it is an issue of trust between the two parties. On the battlefield, you have to give your back to your teammates. Compatriots may be able to do this, but it cannot be done with humans.
Whether acknowledged or not, racial barriers will always exist and will take time to resolve.
"I have sent the report to Washington D.C.. Mr. Director is probably still attending the wedding of Captain America. He has previously explained that it is best to deal with Apocalypse's Disciples in a low-key manner to reduce the impact."
Nick-Fury is indeed a driver who has driven for Superman, and he is very good at figuring out the boss's thoughts.
"So, I hope to reach cooperation with the two of them and complete the task together."
"I will mobilize California police forces to conduct small-scale searches and roundups."
"As for the battle that may occur in the middle, that's up to you."
"How's it going?"
Maybe Nick-Fury has a good attitude, and Logan did not refuse.
The mission he and Victor received was to contain Apocalypse's Disciples who was wandering within the territory and prevent those people from causing trouble.
Wolverine looked at the grumpy old man, exchanged looks and thoughts, nodded and said, "No problem."
He removed the cigar with his right hand and pressed it into the palm of his left hand.
The sparks burn the skin and make a "sizzling" sound.
Logan, who was hardcore putting out his cigarette butt, twitched his nose and showed off his expertise in smell.
"There are too many people and the smell is so mixed that it's hard to distinguish."
After a while, Logan gave the answer.
When it comes to tracking prey, the two brothers Beast Instinct and Mutants are considered top experts.
"There are about thirty people, some of them are human auras, and some of them are...Mutants."
Victor also used his nose to search for information. He shook his head and moved his neck, and said to Logan, "Still according to the old rules, I will go here to chase the escaped Apocalypse's Disciples."
"Then I'll go over here. The residual smell should be lighter, it should be a person."
Wolverine looked up at the sky, wondering if the guy he wanted to track was a birdman.
"Good luck to you."
Nick-Fury couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that brother Mutants was so easy to talk to.
"By the way, let me add some information."
"The magnetic field in this place is chaotic, the signal is extremely poor, and strong pulses similar to electromagnetic radiation have erupted."
He took out a pocket-sized instrument, which was a gadget produced in Howard laboratory.
"It detects electromagnetic signals. If you're tracking the guy who burned the motel to the ground, it should help."
Logan studied its usage and put it in his arms.
In the direction where the grumpy old man was going, the smell was mixed and difficult to distinguish, and it was obvious that there were a lot of people.
In the other direction, the smell was extremely light, and it was probably the murderer who caused all this.
For some unknown reason, this group of Apocalypse's Disciples had internal strife, caused conflicts, and then parted ways.
Nick-Fury stared at the two figures running in opposite directions, wondering whether to ask the headquarters for reinforcements.
Westchester, Cahill's Academy for Gifted Youngsters.
"Tell me, what is the relationship between Ms. Frost and Superman?"
The naughty Raven jumped in front of Charles, startling his brother who was reading seriously.
The latter put down the book and replied angrily, "Compared to the gossip spread in school, Raven, you should pay more attention to your homework."
"Small snacks... where can I get snacks?"
Raven's ideas are obviously not on the same channel as Charles.
"I mean, you should be doing your homework, not discussing the scandal between the principal and the school director."
Charles covered his forehead and said helplessly.
"But I'm very curious. Every time Mr. Superman comes to school, he stays in the principal's office for a long time. He doesn't even see them during meal time."
Raven's little brain has shown amazing powers of observation in other aspects.
"That's suspicious, isn't it?"
Charles shook his head and continued reading, indicating that he was not interested.
In his opinion, Superman is his idol, and Ms. Frost is also an adult worthy of respect.
They stay in the office, probably just working on academic issues.
"Charles, Charles, Charles..."
Raven, who received no response, was like a twittering duck, circling around Charles.
The latter was very irritated, Mind Stone fluctuated, trying to stop the naughty sister from going on.
boom!
The spiritual power radiated attracted the flame crystals that flew high in the sky.
The fragment crashed into Charles's brain with a "swish" sound, causing a huge shock in Mind Stone's world.
Charles felt like his head was about to burst.
He radiates spiritual power uncontrollably.
Buzz! Buzz!
The terrifying explosion suddenly echoed in the ears of everyone in the school.
"This is...Charles!"
The first time White Queen, who was staying in the office, was disturbed, he directly entered Diamond Form to shield himself from the violent impact of mental power.
"It's completely beyond his age level! This shouldn't be the case!"
Emma stepped on high heels and quickly rushed to the classroom.
Raven was the closest and had already passed out.
Charles covered his head with both hands, trying hard to regain the spiritual power that had been released.
But he couldn't do it, and Mind Stone's ability was suddenly magnified dozens of times, like a wild horse running wild.
Not to mention control, even control is a luxury.
"It's okay, Charles."
White Queen It was a bit difficult to walk, like rushing into the center of a storm.
While speaking in a gentle tone, she struck Charles in the neck cleanly.
The mental shock that enveloped the entire school and created chaos subsided.
"What on earth is going on?"
White Queen stared at the fallen Charles, frowning slightly.