After reaching a consensus with Sabretooth Victor, Luke showed a kind side.
He waved and called over the young officer who was standing in the cell in a daze, and ordered, "Get him an identity plate. Victor-Creed, a member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. task force."
"From today on, you will continue to serve."
"Yes, General."
Sabretooth, whose sternum collapsed, coughed twice and slowly got up.
The self-healing factor begins to take effect, and the shattered bones and injured internal organs heal at an astonishing speed.
The irritable old man who had been beaten up was obviously much more at ease.
Most Mutants who have not been severely beaten by society have an inexplicable sense of superiority and think they are more advanced than human beings.
Sebastian-Xiao, and his spiritual successor Magneto, all relied on this method to brainwash or unite a group of compatriots.
"Trask will definitely like you."
Luke saw Sabretooth's self-healing ability, and couldn't help but start thinking about bringing in the other party's younger brother Wolverine.
In this way, you will have a suitable sparring partner to gain proficiency in brushing skill cards in the future.
Sabretooth alone would definitely not be able to hold on for long, and with the thick-skinned Wolverine, these two pairs of brothers could withstand the fierce output of Luke.
Although I don't know who Trask is in Luke's mouth, the extremely keen Beast Instinct reminds Sabretooth that it is probably not a good thing.
Thinking of the miserable fate of being reduced to a laboratory rat, a chill ran down his back.
The thought of running away came to mind!
"Victor, believe me this is not a good choice."
Luke seemed to have guessed it, and spoke eloquently, "You will become a wanted criminal by the military. Your photo will be published in the newspaper. You will face a comprehensive pursuit by S.H.I.E.L.D. and the police from various states and counties. At that time, you will have no choice but to hide in the deep mountains and old forests and live a life like Beast."
"You may not care, after all, you are a Beast. But believe me, if you escape and are caught again, you will end up badly."
"I have a scientist named Bolivar-Trask under me. He is very interested in Mutants. Maybe he will experiment on you. For example, if you cut your body in half, which half will start to heal itself first? Or, if you cut one Victor, you can harvest two Victor? What an interesting idea."
Sabretooth was horrified by what he heard, and he could not suppress the feeling of fear in his heart.
Only then did he realize that the self-healing ability that allowed him to charge unscrupulously on the battlefield could also become a form of torture.
This young major general is simply a devil!
"General, I will never run away."
Sabretooth swallowed his saliva and made a serious promise.
If Wolverine saw his elegant and easy-going look, he would definitely show a shocked expression.
This is not at all in line with the dynamite barrel temper of the grumpy old man who speaks foul words and brings out his mother-in-law in every sentence.
"By the way, what's your name?"
After some friendly communication with Sabretooth, Luke prepared to fly back directly to New York.
Before leaving, he stared at the young officer for a few seconds, vaguely feeling that he looked familiar.
"Report to the general, my name is William, William-Stryker."
The young officer saluted.
Is this a special fate?
Luke couldn't help but smile, harvesting a Sabretooth, not only completing the main mission, but also found the future Mutants butcher.
Human resources +2!
Team combat strength +1!
"Stryker Right, how long have you been serving?"
Luke asked with interest.
The current Stryker has not experienced the pain of a broken family, let alone met the destined perfect creation - Wolverine.
The whole person looks no different from a passionate young man, full of fighting spirit.
"Report to the General, one year and four months."
Luke glanced at the rank on the shoulder straps, Corporal.
I guess he joined the army not long ago, so no wonder he appeared in New Jersey's recruit camp.
"So Corporal Stryker, are you interested in working under me?"
Luke asked with a smile.
This bad taste of collecting plot characters is as addictive as drawing cards, only zero and countless times.
Obviously I was not a stamp collector before!
"Can I...?"
Stryker was a little confused, and even wondered if he was hallucinating.
This is like a fan going to the airport to meet his idol, but the latter said that his house is quite big and he wants to go to Kangkang... It seems that the metaphor is a bit wrong.
Anyway, that's probably what it means. Stryker feels that all this is very unreal.
"Report to Washington D.C. next week, Corporal Stryker."
Luke was too lazy to say anything more, so he just left a word and went straight to the sky.
The tall and straight figure tore through the sticky air waves and disappeared into the clouds.
The New Jersey recruit camp was left filled with eyes of admiration and admiration.
same moment.
Florida has a long coastline of more than a thousand miles, and many islands are like pearls dotted on the blue sea.
This is a resort destination with numerous islands that maintain tranquility and pristine style.
Enjoy the stunning beaches, go kayaking and surfing, or spend an afternoon at the Fishing Rod Pier before feasting at a seafood restaurant.
All in all, the pace of life here is slow and comfortable, attracting a large number of tourists every year.
"What a wonderful place, where you can relax and forget your worries?"
At Anna Maria Island's beach bar, a middle-aged man wearing a strange helmet sighed.
He held a glass of beer, sat down by the window, looked at the strong young man opposite, and said with a smile, "My name is Sebastian-Xiao. I'm a tourist here on vacation, do you mind if I sit here?"
The strong young man with long black hair, two strong arms and a bronze complexion shook his head and said, "Please do so."
He seemed to have no desire to talk. After giving a concise reply, he continued to remain silent.
"Where are you from? I came from Europe. I have to say, the war is really bad, it makes everything lose order."
The middle-aged man who reported his name was not sensible and said to himself, "I have seen too many innocent people being persecuted, Carnage. Not just Jews, but also many... compatriots with extraordinary abilities."
The strong young man raised his head and said in a low voice, "Mr. Shaw, are you German?"
Sebastian nodded without hiding it, and said in a sincere tone, "Country, skin color, race, these are all external manifestations. I am a scientist, and I follow my inner thoughts and soul. Third Reich's extreme racial theory is too extreme and superficial. Can blond hair and blue eyes represent a perfect bloodline? How ridiculous!"
"Then Mr. Shaw, what do you think it is?"
The strong young man seemed to be interested and asked with a frown.
"Of course it's genes! Only genes engraved in the human body are spiritual totems truly worthy of admiration!"
Sebastian started talking enthusiastically, holding the glass of beer and said, "Genes are constantly evolving. From forest apes to today's rulers at the top of the food chain, what do humans rely on? The talent for learning? The ability to adapt to the environment? No! It is the instinct of evolution that drives us to experience genocide, the Ice Age, Black Death... The perfection of a race depends on genes!"
"Third Reich thinks that Aryans is a superior race, and blond hair and blue eyes are the symbol of perfection. In fact, it is stupid. It is just the result of genetic mutation and has nothing to do with evolution."
The strong young man was a little lost in thought. He subconsciously asked, "Then what is evolution?"
"Ability."
Sebastian showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, raised his head and took a sip of beer and said, "Humans learned to make tools, learn to make fire, and get rid of the primitive era of ignorance. In mythology, Prometheus stole fire from the world. Is what he brought just fire? No, that is the learning ability that enlightens wisdom."
"The degree of evolution of a race depends on its ability. For example, longer lifespan, stronger body, and more... difference."
The strong young man frowned and didn't notice that all the customers in the bar had already left.
A woman with snow-white skin and a cold face appeared behind him at some point.
The other person placed his fingers near his temples, opened and closed his lips slightly, and repeated the words Sebastian.
"Evolution is cruel. Superior races should eliminate inferior races, just like Homo sapiens replaced Neanderthals."
Sebastian said with a smile.
"Do you think that's right, Namor-MacKenzie?"
The eyes of the strong young man were confused and gradually became hollow.
After a long time, he nodded firmly and said, "That's right. Evolution is cruel."
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