Crunch!
The heavy iron door was pushed open, and a ray of light flowed in.
The rhythmic footsteps echoed in the dark corridor, like precise pointers, and finally stopped at the door of the twelfth cell.
"Azazel, long time no see."
Red Devil was huddled in a corner, his hands were shackled with metal shackles, and his two broken legs were simply bandaged, and the recovery was limited to the extent that the injuries did not worsen.
He heard the clatter of keys and saw the tall figure standing outside after the cell door opened.
There was almost uncontrollable fear in his eyes!
"I didn't run away!"
Red Devil shrank hard into the corner, and the shackles on his hands made a crisp sound.
The arrogant and arrogant person who was originally Mutants has completely disappeared.
He and Gas Woman were previously locked in Strategic Scientific Reserve's interrogation room, and were later transferred here.
In order to prevent Red Devil, who has the ability to teleport, from running away, Luke specifically told him that he did not need to find a doctor to treat his injuries, and that he would continue to be unable to walk with his legs.
Every time you move to a new place, you must remember to blindfold this Mutants to prevent the building layout and route from being leaked.
The ability to move instantly sounds unexplainable.
Users can enter and exit any place at will.
The size of the movable range and the judgment of spatial orientation are fatal shortcomings that are difficult to make up for.
As early as Venice Palace's battle, Luke deduced the approximate range of Red Devil's teleportation.
With a single space jump, the opponent can move at a high speed of dozens of miles at most, making it difficult to target.
Therefore, Luke can only complete this "Mutants containment" plan by making the opponent lose his judgment of spatial orientation and restricting his mobility.
But what is surprising is that Red Devil, which has an extremely long lifespan, did not try to escape.
"Azazel, I won't do anything to you, don't be so nervous."
Luke said with a kind smile.
Red Devil didn't believe it at all, he only felt more scared.
There was a faint pain in the bandaged legs.
This young major general not only broke his own legs, but also beat "Steel Shell" to death with his fists.
Every time I think of that violent scene, Red Devil shudders.
The seeds of fear took root in my heart and grew stronger, even surpassing the sense of oppression brought by Sebastian-Xiao.
"Trask, he is Mutants. Not only does he have the ability to move instantly, but his physical fitness and lifespan are far beyond those of ordinary people."
Luke turned sideways, and Bolivar, who looked like a dwarf, stuck his head out and took a look inside.
With red skin and a slender tail, it looks like a demon.
It's Mutants with a dominant characteristic!
"Demon type. I saw a Angel type with wings in England."
Bolivar said silently.
He couldn't help but wonder what the Major General had done to Mutants, nicknamed "Red Devil", to make him so scared.
"There is a woman in another cell. She is also Mutants. She can release poisonous gas."
Luke closed the cell door, but he has not completed the main task of "Third Faction Opening".
The gene fragments of "Chameleon", "Red Devil", "Steel Shell", and "Gas Woman" have been obtained, and the last one is still missing.
If you get "Leech Serum", it will be easier to deal with Sebastian-Xiao.
After visiting the two Mutants who had become prisoners, Luke looked down at Bolivar and said, "Actually, Mutants is not that scary, right?"
The dwarf scientist didn't know how to answer. He thought that the young major general might be a devil in human skin, otherwise how could he frighten the two Mutants so much that they were speechless.
"I join that...S.H.I.E.L.D., can I study them?"
After leaving the prison, getting rid of the dark, damp, small space, and the unpleasant smell of decay, Bolivar asked key questions.
He couldn't wait to find the code hidden in human genes from Mutants.
"That's exactly why I recruited, Trask."
Luke nodded, but he added, "What I want is not a weapon to kill Mutants, nor is it a human body modification plan."
"What I'm interested in is Mutants itself. Their genes are a huge treasure house and the key to open the door to evolution, so I want you to draw a complete genetic map, find the key nodes of the evolutionary curve, and decipher the mysterious genetic code."
Luke has no interest in persecuting Mutants. They are a good card that they can control and master.
There is no need to force oneself into the enemy's camp. Why use violence when you can sit down and negotiate?
Of course——
The premise of all this is that the negotiation conditions and negotiation rules are set by oneself.
Otherwise, it would be better to just lift the table!
"I'm such a pacifist."
Luke thought so.
"Understood, General."
Bolivar swallowed. He actually wanted to research a weapon to exterminate Mutants.
The blue planet that nurtures life under our feet may not be able to withstand the resource consumption of two intelligent races.
This existential race war will happen sooner or later.
The dwarf scientist raised his head and stared at the calm-looking Luke. He vaguely felt that Mr. Major General knew this.
In other words, this is exactly the result that the other party expected to see.
"But... what good will war do to Rear Admiral Cavill?"
Bolivar pushed up his glasses and thought with some confusion.
If it is for promotion, it is impossible for a 20-year-old young major general to be promoted again in a short period of time. The military will at most give him some honorary awards.
Moreover, at Luke's age, he only needs to work steadily and accumulate experience and foundation, and his future achievements will definitely be limitless.
There is no need to use Mutants to achieve your goal!
"Trask, after finishing the matter at hand, remember to report to S.H.I.E.L.D. in a few days."
Luke didn't know what the other party was thinking, so he warned, "I will ask the secretary to tell you the specific address when the time comes."
The office location of S.H.I.E.L.D. has not yet been determined.
The Pentagon is War Department and the national defense agency, allowing a bunch of agents and agents to come in and out, which will have a bad impact if word spreads.
Besides, as the first Director, Luke doesn't want to stay with all kinds of generals in the sea, land and air without any personal space.
"Okay."
Bolivar sat in the car and stopped guessing what Luke was thinking.
Big shots often have all kinds of strange ideas. Maybe Mr. Major General is a war madman.
After delivering Bolivar home, Luke asked the driver to drive to the airport. He had to rush back to New York today.
"If I fly there by myself, it might not take twenty minutes."
Luke leaned on the back seat and smiled to himself.
Making yourself more like a normal person can reduce other people's vigilance and defensiveness.
Compared with Clark-Kent on the set next door, his only advantage is that he is a human being and does not have to worry about being rejected.
The saying that people who are not of my race must have different minds is sometimes quite correct.
Any creature will have a certain degree of hostility towards outsiders who intrude into its territory.
Even though Superman on the set next door is called a beacon to guide the world, Batman is still wary of everything.
"There is another Mutants. Where should I find it?"
Luke tapped his fingers on the seat, and a candidate came to his mind.
He didn't have a deep impression of Mutants. The only thing he knew clearly was that guy, apart from the two leaders who were still children, Magneto and Professor Charles.
"Conner, help me check on James Howlett. He also has a brother. The two of them participated in Normandy Landings."
Luke ordered, with his energy it would not be difficult to find a soldier who had served.
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