Superman

After reaching a consensus with Victor the Sabretooth Tiger, Luke showed a kind side.

He beckoned, called the young officer standing in a daze in the cell, and ordered: "Get him an identification plate. Victor Clyde, a member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. task force."

"From today, you will continue to serve."

"Yes, General."

The saber-toothed tiger with a collapsed sternum coughed twice and slowly got up.

The self-healing factor began to take effect, and the shattered bones and injured internal organs healed at an astonishing speed.

The grumpy old man who had been beaten obviously had a lot of rest.

Most mutants who have not been severely beaten by society have an inexplicable sense of superiority and think that they are more advanced than humans.

Sebastian Shaw, as well as his spiritual heir, Magneto, relied on this set, either brainwashing or uniting a group of compatriots.

"Tesak will definitely like you."

Seeing the saber-toothed tiger's self-healing ability, Luke couldn't help but start thinking about pulling in the opponent's brother Wolverine.

In this way, the proficiency of swiping the skill card will be suitable for training in the future.

The saber-toothed tiger alone will certainly not last long, and with the thick-skinned Wolverine, these two brothers can withstand Luke's violent output.

Although I don't know who Tesak is in Luke's mouth, the extremely keen beast intuition reminds the saber-toothed tiger that it is probably not a good thing.

Thinking of the miserable end of becoming a laboratory mouse, a chill came out behind him.

The idea of ​​escaping came into my mind!

"Victor, believe me this is not a good choice."

As if he had guessed it, Luke spoke eloquently: "You will become a wanted criminal in the military. The photos will be published in the newspapers. You will face full chase by S.H.I. , Living a life like a beast."

"You may not care, you are a beast after all. But believe me, if you run away and get caught, it will be terrible."

"There is a scientist named Bolivar-Tesak under my hand. He is very interested in mutants. Maybe he will experiment on you, such as cutting your body in half, where will it be? Half of them start to heal themselves first? Or, if you cut one Victor, you can harvest two Victors? What an interesting idea."

The saber-toothed tiger sounded horrified, and couldn't restrain the emotion 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 certain way of being tortured.

This young major general is simply the devil!

"General, I will never run away."

The saber-toothed tiger swallowed his saliva and made a serious guarantee.

If Wolverine sees his old brother's elegant and easygoing look, he will definitely show a shocked expression.

This is not in line with the grumpy old man's swearing words, every sentence with mom to provoke Fak's explosive temper.

"By the way, what is your name."

After a friendly communication with the saber-toothed tiger, Luke prepared to fly directly back to New York.

Before leaving, he stared at the young officer for a few seconds, vaguely feeling that the other person was a bit 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 smiled, harvested a saber-toothed tiger, completed the main task, and found the future mutant butcher.

Human resources +2!

Team power +1!

"Strek, right, how long have you served?"

Luke asked with interest.

The current Stryker has not experienced the pain of broken family, let alone the perfect creature destined to be-Wolverine.

The whole person looked no different from the passionate youth, full of fighting spirit.

"Report to General, one year and four months."

Luke glanced at the rank on the epaulettes, Corporal.

It didn't take long to come to the army, no wonder he would appear in the recruiting barracks in New Jersey.

"Then Corporal Stryker, are you interested in doing things under my hands?"

Luke asked with a smile.

This evil taste of collecting plot characters is as addictive as drawing cards, only zero and countless times.

Obviously he was not a philately player before!

"I... can it?"

Stryker was a little dazed, and even wondered if he had auditory hallucinations.

It's like a fan going to the airport to meet an idol, and the latter said his house is quite big, should he go to Kangkang... It seems that the metaphor is a bit wrong.

That's probably what it meant anyway, Stryker thought all this was untrue.

"Report in Washington, D.C. next week, Corporal Stryker."

Luke was too lazy to say, leaving a word and ascending to heaven.

The tall and straight figure ripped the sticky air wave and disappeared into the clouds.

There was a look of worship and looking up in the New Jersey boot camp.

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At the 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 holiday resort with countless islands that maintain tranquility and pristine beauty.

You can enjoy the charming beach, go out to the sea for kayaking and surfing, or go to the fishing rod pier for an afternoon, and then go to the seafood restaurant for a big meal.

All in all, the pace of life here is slow and comfortable, attracting a large number of tourists every year.

"It's really a good place, it makes people feel relaxed and happy, forget the troubles?"

At the beach bar on Anna Maria Island, a middle-aged man wearing a strange helmet said with emotion.

Holding a glass of beer, he sat down by the window, looked at the strong young man on the opposite side, and smiled: "My name is Sebastian Shaw. Tourists coming over for vacation, don't you mind if I sit here? "

A strong young man with long black hair, two strong arms and a bronze complexion, shook his head and said, "Please."

He seemed to have no desire to talk, and after giving a brief and concise answer, he continued to remain silent.

"Where are you from? I'm from Europe. I have to say that the war is really bad and it makes everything out of order."

The middle-aged man who reported his name was not savvy, and said to himself: "I have seen too many innocent people being persecuted and massacred. Not only Jews, but also many...excellent compatriots."

The strong young man raised his head and said in a low voice: "Mr. Xiao, is it a German?"

Sebastian nodded without concealing it, and said sincerely: "Country, skin color, race, these are all external manifestations. I am a scientist, and I follow my inner thoughts and soul. Extreme racial theory, too extreme and superficial, can blond and blue eyes represent the perfect blood? It's ridiculous!"

"Then Mr. Xiao, what do you think is it?"

The strong young man seemed to have raised some interest, frowned and asked.

"Of course it is the gene! Only the gene engraved in the human body is the spiritual totem worth admiring!"

Sebastian started talking, holding the glass of beer and said: "Genes are constantly evolving. From the forest ancient ape to the ruler 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 go through the genocide, go through the ice age, go through the black death...the perfection of a race depends on genes!"

"The Third Reich thinks that Aryans are a higher race, and blond and blue eyes are a sign of perfection, which is actually stupid. It's just the result of genetic mutation and has nothing to do with evolution."

The strong young man was surprised to hear, he subconsciously asked: "Then what is evolution?"

"ability."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Sebastian’s mouth, and he raised his head and drank a sip of beer. “Humans learn to make tools, learn to make fires, and get rid of the primitive age of ignorance. In mythology, Prometheus steals fire from the world, he Is it just fire? No, that is the learning ability that enlightens wisdom."

"The degree of evolution of a race depends on its ability. For example, a longer life span, a stronger body, and more... the difference."

The strong young man frowned and didn't notice that the guests in the bar had already been gone.

A woman with white skin and cold face appeared behind him at some unknown time.

The other party's finger was placed near the temple, his lips were slightly opened, repeating Sebastian's words.

"Evolution is cruel. Higher races should eliminate inferior races, just as Homo sapiens replaced Neanderthals."

Sebastian said with a smile.

"Do you think it's right, Namor McKenzie?"

The strong young man looked confused and gradually hollowed out.

After a long time, he nodded firmly and said: "Yes. Evolution is cruel."