Superman

When Wolverine and Sabretooth arrived at the motel, a piece of ruins came into view.

"Is this being washed by a bomber?"

When working as a sandbag at S.H.I.E.L.D., Logan learned a lot of new words from the young director.

Looking at the ruined walls of the motel through the car window, he couldn't help feeling so.

The collapsed brick wall and the cracked ground seemed to be pressed down by a hand and razed 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 open the yellow cordon that blocked the scene, and showed the license to the police.

The silver eagle emblem reflected a dazzling light under the noon sun.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. works."

Logan, who was wearing a leather jacket and a thick cigar, said lightly.

He is completely dressed like a federal civil servant, but has the wild temperament of a gangster.

Rough looks and full-faced beard, Wolverine is often classified as a dangerous type of "this guy is not a good person at first sight".

"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.

"Let them in, it looks like we have nothing to do here."

The slightly older policeman pulled away his colleagues and said with a smile.

SHIELD, led by Superman, is not a secret department.

Or, to be more precise.

Its existence is not deliberately kept secret.

All enthusiastic citizens who follow Superman and watch the news frequently should have heard the name of SHIELD.

"Sorry, the rookie who just joined the job is a bit 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 exact time to arrive at the scene is probably close to five o'clock."

"As you can see, the motel was severely damaged. Fortunately, there were not too many casualties."

"As for the boss and the guests, they were all locked in the warehouse behind and left after recording the confession."

"There are two wounded. They came from Los Angeles for vacation. The man is a doctor in Monterey, the woman is a nurse, and there is an eight-year-old son."

"Fortunately, the collapsed house only brought some minor injuries to this family, and did not endanger life."

"Before sending them to a nearby hospital, we also made a simple note."

The older policeman gave Logan the document in his hand, who glanced at it, and then handed it to Victor.

The two of them were dizzy when they saw the densely packed words, they could only look at them for a while, and then caught them under their armpits.

"A mutant did it?"

Logan let out a puff of smoke. He looked at the policeman and asked roughly, "How are you sure?"

"The doctors and his wife said that, the innkeeper imprisoned in the warehouse, and the guests passing by can testify."

"They saw a strong man who could carry a car, and a blue-skinned monster with beast hair."

"Therefore, it is preliminarily judged that this is a criminal group of mutants circulating in the country."

The older policeman said seriously.

"In the ruins of the motor hotel, broken organs and tissues of the human body were also found."

"According to speculation, it may be a battle caused by infighting among mutants."

Logan and Sabre-toothed Tiger have not received criminal investigation training. They usually rely on the intuition of the beasts, and they listened for a while, thinking that the state police are quite professional.

"By the way, the above information and conclusions were all summed up by the officer."

The older policeman pointed to the collapsed ruins of the motel. Someone bent over and pulled the rubble of the brick wall, as if looking for something.

"He is also an agent of SHIELD, you may know him."

Logan narrowed his eyes and looked over.

The other party was a tall, dark-skinned man, dressed in a neat suit, with an eagle emblem of S.H.I.E.L.D. on his chest.

As if feeling Wolverine's gaze, the latter showed white teeth and walked over.

"Hello, two people."

The tall man patted his palms and dusted off his body.

"My name is Nicholas Joseph Fury. You can call me "Nick" or "Fry"."

"Wolverine, Sabre-toothed Tiger...I've heard of two big names, the ace players under Major Stryker."

Speaking of the latter sentence, Nick Fury deliberately lowered his voice so that no one else could hear it.

"It seems that SHIELD takes this case very seriously."

The saber-toothed tiger Victor snorted coldly, his attitude was not friendly.

The grumpy man doesn't like humans, which is normal.

The mutant task force under S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been alone.

Although on the surface, there is a leader of William Stryker.

But it was Commander Peggy or the Director himself who really gave the order and gave the task.

Apart from participating in several joint operations at the Pentagon, the 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, there is the issue of trust between the two sides. On the battlefield, the back must be handed over to teammates. Compatriots may be able to do it, but it will not work if they are replaced by humans.

Regardless of whether it is admitted or not, racial estrangement will always exist and it will take time to resolve.

"I have sent the report to Washington, DC. Mr. Director is probably still attending Captain America's wedding. He has previously explained that it is best to deal with the Apocalypse disciples in a low-key manner to reduce the impact."

Nick Fury deserves to be the driver who drove Superman, and he has a good idea of ​​the boss.

"So, I hope to cooperate with the two."

"I will mobilize the police in California to conduct small-scale searches and rounds up."

"The task of fighting is left to you."

Maybe it was Nick Fury's good attitude, but Logan did not refuse.

The task he and Victor received was also to contain the disciples of the apocalypse who were wandering in the territory to prevent them from making trouble.

Wolverine looked at his grumpy brother, exchanged his eyes and thoughts, then nodded, "No problem."

He took the cigar with his right hand and pressed it on the palm of his left hand.

The sparks burned the skin and made a "zizi" sound.

Logan, who had hardcore extinguished cigarette butts, twitched his nose to show his olfactory expertise.

"There are too many people, the smell is too mixed, it is difficult to distinguish."

After a while, Logan answered.

In terms of tracking prey, the two mutant brothers with beast intuition are considered top experts.

"There are about thirty people, some of them are human, and some are... mutants."

Victor also used his nose to search for information. He shook his head and moved his neck, and said to Logan: "According to the old rules, I will go here and chase the escaped disciple of the apocalypse."

"Then I will go here. The residual smell should be lighter, it should be a person."

Wolverine looked up at the sky, thinking that the guy he wanted to track would not be a birdman.

"Wish you guys good luck."

Nick Fury breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the mutant brothers talk so well.

"Right, add a message."

"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 from the Howard laboratory.

"It can detect electromagnetic signals. If you want to track down the guy who razed the motel to the ground, it should be able to help."

Logan studied the usage and took it into his arms.

The direction the grumpy brother is going is mixed and difficult to distinguish, obviously because of the large number of people.

In the other direction, the smell is extremely weak, and it is likely that this is the murderer.

For some unknown reason, these disciples of the Apocalypse broke out in conflict, causing conflict, and then parted ways.

...

...

Cavill Youth Talent College, Westchester County.

"You said, what is the relationship between Ms. Frost and Superman?"

The mischievous Ruiwen jumped in front of Charles and surprised her brother who was reading seriously.

The latter put down the book and replied angrily: "Compared with the gossip circulating in school, Ruiwen, you should be more comfortable with your homework."

"Dim sum...Where is the dim sum?"

Ruiwen's thinking is obviously no longer on the same channel as Charles.

"I mean, you should do your homework, not discuss the scandal between the principal and the school manager."

Charles clutched his forehead and said helplessly.

"But I'm very curious. Every time Mr. Superman comes to the school, he will stay in the principal's office for a long time, and he can't even see them during dinner time."

Ruiwen's little brain has shown amazing observation power in other aspects.

"It's suspicious, isn't it?"

Charles shook his head and continued to read, expressing his lack of interest.

In his view, Superman is his idol, and Ms. Frost is also a respectable adult.

They stay in the office, perhaps just studying academic issues.

"Charles, Charles, Charles..."

Rui Wen, who didn't get a response, was like a chirping duck, spinning around Charles.

The latter listened very irritably, and his mind fluctuated, trying to stop the naughty sister from going around.

boom!

The spiritual power that radiated was attracted to the flame crystals flying high in the sky.

With a "swish" of the fragment, it slammed into Charles's brain, causing a huge shock in the spiritual world.

Charles only felt that his head was about to burst.

He was uncontrollable, radiating spiritual power outward.

Buzzing!Buzzing!

The terrible blast suddenly echoed in everyone's ears at the school.

"This is... Charles!"

When the White Queen staying in the office was disturbed, she entered the diamond form directly, shielding the violent impact of mental power.

"Completely beyond the ability level of his age! This shouldn't be!"

Emma stepped on high heels and hurried to the classroom quickly.

Ruiwen leaned recently and passed out.

Charles covered his head with his hands, and tried hard to withdraw the exuded mental power.

But he couldn't do it, and suddenly magnified his mental power by dozens of times, like a wild horse running out of limb.

Not to mention control, even driving is a luxury.

"It's okay, Charles."

The White Queen walked a little hard, as if breaking into the center of a storm.

As she spoke in a gentle tone, she cut Charles' neck cleanly.

The mental shock that engulfed the entire school, creating chaos, subsided.

"what the hell is it?"

The White Queen looked at the fallen Charles, frowning slightly.