Avengers polar silver wolf

"Vanguard" class EPF (Expeditionary Fast Transport Vessel) Bering Strait Arctic Ocean

"I'm sorry, Captain," an officer with the rank of major general gave Rogers a standard military salute, "Although Mr. Lensher played a decisive role in this operation, Magneto Eric Lensher's ability

It is still classified as a weapon of mass destruction, and there is nothing we can do about it, so please understand."

"Humph, understand?" Sam Wilson, the Falcon on the side, sneered, "To catch the real bad guys, you hold various meetings and review hundreds of reluctances. When it's your turn to catch the good guys, your efficiency is really high.

"

"Sam." Captain America Steve Rogers shouted seriously.

"What? Am I wrong? We are also on the list. Take a look. Why don't you come and take us away together?"

Wilson said something disdainfully and left.

It happened that at this moment, he saw War Machine Colonel James Rhodes escorting Magneto Eric Lensherr, who was handcuffed with special handcuffs made of silicon carbide, onto the plane.

The hardness of silicon carbide Mohs is 9, which is one of the hardest non-metallic substances on the earth. It is widely used in the shells of armored vehicles and tanks. This pair of handcuffs is made of this material, and the inner ring is designed to have a million volts

A super electromagnet can convert the magnetic force generated by Magneto into electricity and conduct it into his body, which is undoubtedly fatal to this 70-year-old man.

"It's finally what you wanted, Colonel James Lord."

Wilson glared angrily, and when he walked past Rhodes, he bumped him hard with his shoulder, and then yelled:

"Damn it!"

"Sam! Sam Wilson!"

Rogers called him loudly twice, but Wilson still walked into the cabin without looking back.

"Thank you for your understanding, Captain Steve Rogers." The major general gave a standard military salute again and said with a smile.

"etc."

Just as Lancel walked past him, Rogers' thick and powerful arm gently rested on his arm, which made Rhodes on the side also look puzzled:

"Captain, you..."

"I haven't said that I will agree to the request of you and your government." Rogers frowned and said to the major general.

"You mean... you don't want to hand him over to us?" As soon as the major general finished speaking, the surrounding soldiers immediately aimed their guns at Steve Rogers' head.

"I will protect all those who work hard for the peace and stability of this world. Only incompetent people will only point their guns at their own people. Those who are both incompetent and will only add burdens and dangers to our work should not be punished.

As far as I'm concerned, it's dispensable." Rogers smiled easily without even glancing at the dark gun barrels.

"Captain, Magneto has never been part of our plan, and he is not an Avenger. Is it worth it?" Rhodes tremblingly pulled out the pistol from his waist.

"The Avengers has never been an organization or a name, but a belief. Anyone, no matter how powerful or small, as long as you are doing your part for the peace and stability of this world, you

We are the Avengers." Rogers grabbed Ranchel's skinny arm, pulled the unexpectedly speechless man behind him and continued, "We are not like what is drawn in the street comics. We put on the clown's tights and become the Avengers.

A star that attracts everyone's attention, single-handedly comparable to the gods. I did not fight World War II alone, and every war is not the same. Do you think we are just a few people in this alliance? Thor and Clint are not here yet, what do you think about us?

Why?"

The gun in Rhodes' hand was never aimed at Rogers. The reason why he became the soul of the alliance was because of his purity and his extremely perfect personality. Stark said that he really wanted to knock out his...

A perfect set of teeth, I feel the same way now.

"How many lives do you have, Steve Rogers? You lick blood every day for these people, and you put yourself in the most dangerous situation every day. What are you doing for this?"

"Because I am an Avenger and we are the Avengers, that's enough."

There was no trace of uneasiness or fear in Rogers' eyes, but it made the man holding the weapon feel uneasy.

"Don't force me, Captain, Romanov and the others are still waiting for your support. Don't waste your life on such a most wanted criminal. It's really not worth it." Before Rhode finished speaking,

The Iron Patriot's armor fell from the sky and landed next to him.

"You love your country, there is nothing wrong with respecting the decision made by your president, and do what you should do," Rogers' voice was still calm, "But the Avengers fight for all mankind, and they are not a handful of people who have

A vassal of a powerful person, and what I want to ensure is the safety of every member. No one of our lives is more noble than anyone else. As long as we work towards a common goal, there will be no difference between us, let alone worth sharing.

Not worth talking about."

"team leader!"

At this time, the Iron Patriot armor covered with the Stars and Stripes on Rhodes was so pale and feeble. He was obviously wearing a battle uniform covered with the Stars and Stripes, but under this uniform, Rogers' humanity was the brilliance of his flesh and blood that could rival the gods.

Truly the most powerful weapon.

"What are you waiting for? Since Rogers openly disobeyed the country's orders, we have the right to shoot him to death on the spot." The major general said excitedly.

"Let's do it." Rogers raised the bright round shield to his chest.

Although Rogers looked fearless in both actions and words, Lansheer, who was standing behind him, saw a glistening bead of sweat on his forehead.

He is also a human being, how could he not have fear?

It's just that he can try his best to overcome fear for the sake of other people. This is the charm of Captain America.

"Forgive me..." Rhodes gritted his teeth and manipulated the virtual interactive interface in the armor to target Rogers' weakest points.

"Weapon system offline."

Just when he confirmed to fire, the system's beep suddenly sounded, and then the power system, mechanical system, and even the emergency system went offline one by one, until finally the entire armor was pitch black.

"What...what's going on?" Rhodes' heart tightened, "The only one who can log my system offline normally in the background instead of breaking through the firewall and attacking my system..."

Just when he thought about this, the front of the armor suddenly opened on its own. Rhodes, who suddenly lost his balance, fell out. The armor immediately closed on its own and fell into an offline state again.

"Wha...what?" The major general looked at this scene in surprise, "Eric Lensher?!"

"If I could still use my superpowers, you would have been feeding the sharks in the sea, and you wouldn't even be able to save this ship." Lancel said, holding up the heavy handcuffs on his wrists.

Before the major general could say anything else, red dots appeared on the clothes of the surrounding soldiers with guns raised one after another, and the last one was on the medal on the major general's chest.

"Who is it?!" The major general suddenly broke into a cold sweat and looked around.

A dozen steel armors were suspended in the air.

"Sorry, let me see who dares to move."

"Stark?!"

The major general looked towards the direction of the sound and said excitedly.

"Tony..." Rhodes and Rogers whispered in unison.

Iron Man Tony Stark, wearing a hospital gown, was slowly walking over while pushing an IV pole.

"Do you know what you are doing? You have signed the "Sokovia Accords" before, you..."

"That is the most regretful thing I have ever done in my life. A few pieces of paper almost destroyed the entire Avengers Alliance. Only you can do such a thing." Stark said lightly, leaning on the side of the ship.

"You are going against the country. Do you know the consequences? Your proposal to remove wanted criminals is still being voted on in Congress, so you are still treason criminals. Now I have full power to deal with you in any form, including on the spot.

Kill him," the major general said.

"General..." Rhodes said nervously.

"Oh? Really? I have experienced the same situation as before in the cave again. Now I feel that death is a kind of relief. But General, your medal is quite valuable. It should not be easy to get it."

Stark said to himself without even looking at him.

"I came out of the battlefield and experienced real bloodshed. Don't underestimate this military medal."

"Oh, Iran, Iraq, Libya, Syria, Afghanistan... Who are the opponents you are looking for? The feeling of dimensionality reduction fills up your pitiful vanity, right? Have you ever really found an evenly matched opponent?

?Now that you have it, if you can return to Washington intact from me and the captain, then you can really pat your chest and say that you have experienced the bloody storm. Do you want to give it a try?"

Stark pushed the IV pole, and the bottles on it collided with each other, making a clear clanking sound. He slowly walked to the major general and said in his ear: "Does this sound sound like the handful of those who died under your command?"

The nameplates that soldiers hang on their chests, aren't you afraid that they will come to you at night? Don't you see that this military medal is bleeding all the time?"

The major general's body shook violently, he took two steps back and bumped into the railing of the ship's side.

"One general's achievements lead to thousands of bones being withered. This is the biggest difference between you and the captain."

After Stark finished speaking, he yawned, pulled out the needle on the back of his hand, and stood next to Rogers.

"Stark," Rogers said.

"Captain, from the moment you risked your life to save me in the icy water, we will work together to fight for life and death together in this life." Stark's face no longer looked careless, and became unusually calm and courageous.

, this trip to the underwater prison gave Stark another life transformation.

"Everyone on the plane was tied up and the crew was under control." Wilson and former teammate Hogan Snape came over with the soldiers.

"Steve, you're finally back."

Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, had already put on a red metal arm and walked over eagerly.

"The conditions are too limited. I don't have time to remake it for him, so I just use the ready-made ones. There are many ready-made Veronicas. If they are broken, you can replace them as you like." Stark said to Rogers in a low voice.

The way he talks is very Tony Stark, he is really back.

Rogers smiled knowingly and grasped the handle behind the shield again.

Isla Nublar South Pacific Costa Rica

In the cone-shaped innovation R&D center of International Genetic Technology Company, Zola Murdoch's tentacles are linked to seven or eight computers that are performing tens of billions of data processing tasks per second. Their combination has basically reached the level of a supercomputer.

At a certain level, outside the glass in front of him were cylindrical petri dishes. Inside were biochemical humans with exactly the same height, weight and appearance, as if they were produced on an assembly line.

"After the experiment in the paddock was successful, Dr. Zola transmitted it to the body here through the Internet and started the final steps of production," Dr. Xander Rice introduced eloquently, "Compared to what we did before X-23

The warriors who are born by placing fertilized eggs into women's bodies and giving birth naturally need a certain amount of time to grow and train. This time I learned from Dr. Zhao Helen's method of building the regenerative cradle for Vision, using Ivanochi's method.

·Based on Killian's genetic research, fused with Wolverine's self-healing factor to directly cultivate adults, and directly program their brains, thus directly skipping the learning process and saving us a lot of time.

"

"Can we reach this level now?" the Polar Silver Wolf said in disbelief.

"Of course, Lord Silver Wolf, apart from that, they have no pain nerves. They are a bit similar to robots. We prefer to call them biochemical robots. They will make any sacrifices for the sake of instructions. As long as Dr. Zola and this control room are there,

, they will definitely carry out your wishes." Dr. Rice could not hide the joy on his face.

"This is a good way to overcome the problem of out-of-control zombies caused by my virus." Oswell Spencer, CEO of Umbrella Company, whispered to Deke Lockwood, chairman of InGen, who was standing aside.

"Are you sure that a computer can control machinery as well as a mortal body like this?" Lockwood asked a little worried.

"Well, good job, Xander Rice, the volcanic activity is becoming more and more active now, and the eruption time is earlier than we expected, so we must seize the time." The Polar Silver Wolf carefully looked at their genes

Sorting and integrating documents including tissue culture, etc., nodding.

"Um... yes, all the experimental equipment, research equipment and necessary materials for us this time were provided by Mr. Lockwood. I can only say that it was very wise for Mr. Silver Wolf to decide to transfer the Weapon X project here.

." Dr. Rice did not forget to mention it in passing, which shows the depth of this person's thoughts.

"Well, yes, he does genetic research and development here, and it is far away from the jurisdiction of the US government. It is the safest choice to choose here. It is really a natural hiding place. It is a pity that this place will sink so soon." Polar Silver Wolf said.

"Sir Silver Wolf." The saber-toothed tiger Victor Creed walked in quickly.

"How is it? Have you found the body of X-23?" asked the Polar Silver Wolf.

"She...jumped over the wall and ran away, but Alita has already gone after her. There should be news soon," Creed said.

"Run away? A soldier and a dinosaur can run away?" Spencer said in surprise.

"Don't worry, Lord Silver Wolf, Alita is a half-human, half-mechanical cyborg that I created using X-0's brain, spine and heart and the remaining Adamantium. It was for this large-scale cyborg

It is also because of her that I have more confidence to prepare for the production of the product." Dr. Rice quickly added.

"This little girl is not simple. I was originally going to use her as bait, but look, what are these for? I didn't come to you as a correspondent. If you can't find her, what are you going to do back here, Victor?!"

Silver Wolf's attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees and roared viciously.

"Who is that? Pierce, where is Donald Pierce? Go find him and lead the team to find him! Then Quentin, you go back to the paddock. Since there is no bait, we will make a bait. I think they have solved Ross. Tonight

Or you will be here tomorrow, so you go there in advance to make preparations." Polar Silver Wolf continued to make arrangements.

"Hey, by the way, Quentin Baker, I have a good thing here that I hope can be passed on to Bruce Banner. This is what I discovered when I was studying his good friends. This is the key to keeping him angry.

"Xander Rice handed Mysterio Quentin Baker a syringe with a tube of blue liquid inside.

"Why didn't I realize that your talents are so outstanding before?" The Polar Silver Wolf looked at this humble nerd who only knew about research with a little surprise.

"Thank you, Mr. Silver Wolf. The main reason is that the resources you provided to me are so rich. How do you have such great authority? You can also get him." Dr. Rice said with a smile.

"We still have people?" Lockwood asked in surprise.

"Yes, Mr. Silver Wolf has great hands and eyes. Now we can meet Hulk's good friend. His temper is worse than Hulk." Les said and walked towards the door.

"What are you doing, Oswell?" Lockwood saw Spencer still staring at the cyborg petri dishes in a daze, and hurried back to call him.

"Ah? Where are you going?" He asked as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"There seems to be a big event later, let's go quickly." Lockwood said.

"Oh, okay."

Spencer's sinister smile reflected on the glass.

The sky was getting dark, and Black Widow Natasha Romanoff and her party were trudging forward in the slippery jungle.

"Ouch, I really..." St. John Lancel, the Human Torch, who tripped over a vine, staggered a few steps and was held up by Colossus Peter Rasputin.

"You must have tripped for the seventh time today." Rasputin said with a smile.

"Eight falls. Counting the three times since getting off the plane, this is already the eleventh time. How can this grass grow as tall as a human being? I suddenly feel like I have entered the land of giants. This dark and numb thing cannot be seen at all.

There is no way underfoot," muttered St. John.

"Okay, why are you more talkative than a girl? You act like a bastard every day." Scarlet Witch Wanda Maximoff looked at him with contempt and quickly passed him.

"Hey, what are you talking about, Wanda, please speak clearly, hurry up!" St. John said angrily.

"Okay, then you catch up with me first. Be careful, you will trip easily. If you walk too fast, you may have to crawl." Wanda joked.

"You...Wanda, don't go too far, I'll sue..." Suddenly St. John stopped.

Logan, who was walking at the back, was still a little relaxed listening to the bickering during this boring journey, but when he saw St. John's sudden and abnormal behavior, he immediately became alert:

"What's the matter, St. John?"

"This...it's so weird here..."

"Weird?"

"Yes, you... look, this grass..."

St. John's hand lit up a fire because of his excitement, but the surrounding grass did not react at all under the touch of the fire. Even the dewdrops hanging on it were still crystal clear.

"What?"

Logan looked carefully and nervously. When St. John scratched the blades of grass with his completely burning hand, the blades of grass only moved without any sign of being burned.

"Quentin Beck!! He actually followed him here. This time we can put an end to it!!" Logan stretched out his shining steel claw and looked around carefully.

"What did you say? Is that the guy named Mysterio? Now...now he is with us?" St. John's whole body immediately started to burn and he was ready to fight.

"Yes, that's him. Stay away from me. Don't let me accidentally hurt you. Thanks to him, I have shouldered countless blood debts from my teammates. I have nightmares about hurting the people around me every night.

, I have to end it all today." Logan said through gritted teeth.

"Then what should I do?"

At this time, St. John realized that the surroundings were already dark, and the grass as tall as a person was gone. However, although Logan's voice was getting farther and farther away, he could still vaguely distinguish it.

"If any unreasonable danger comes out, you must touch it first and then choose to avoid or fight back. What he creates can only be an illusion, or it can turn people or objects in daily life into something else.

, once you fall into his trap, you may hurt the people around you."

"good……"

He now feels as if his voice is in the valley...

The sound travels so far.

Suddenly, as the ground shook, a car suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and it was standing in the middle of the tracks.

This feels so real.

St. John hurriedly hid to one side, and a tree suddenly appeared next to him. Then he couldn't dodge and bumped into it firmly, with stars in his eyes.

Mysterious guest Quentin Baker stood on the wall of the paddock and looked at the show he had carefully arranged with a smirk on his face:

Using ordinary fireworks, speakers, flashlights, bellows and other items combined with his unique hallucinogen, people can feel light, electricity, sound and other visual and auditory elements, which can easily induce them to do some dangerous actions.

, such as using your own superpowers to hurt people around you, such as hitting some sharp objects, etc.

If you want this kind of illusion to happen, you should try to do it in a relatively closed environment. This paddock is a natural theater, and everyone becomes a clown on the stage, immersed in the various effects brought about by hallucinogens.

In hallucination.

"Once the illusions of two people merge into one, human insecurity, suspicion and fear will first imagine the person who enters their own world as an enemy, and then in the end it will be a tragic cannibalism." Baker said to himself.

road.

Romanov was already wrestling with Colossus Peter Rasputin. The two white-lighting electric rods in her hands were dancing on Colossus' body like two silver snakes. Colossus did not show weakness and used his own strength.

His strength advantage and hard body caused Romanov to fall heavily to the cold ground again and again.

"Okay, okay, St. John, you can do it. None of this is true, none of this is..." St. John breathed heavily, rubbed his forehead, and stood up slowly holding on to the wall, "Wait... this..."

…Is this a wall?”

St. John looked at the darkness in front of him, then reached out and touched the cement wall that was still warm, and bullet holes could still be felt on it.

"This...this is..."

Suddenly a bright light lit up behind him, followed by a strong wind. St. John looked back...

"Oh my god!"

It turned out to be a commercial airliner burning with raging fire, rushing straight towards him.

The roar of the plane, the light of the fire, the hot feeling including the strong wind...

Everything about this feels so real!

St. John's whole body burned up under this strong nervous emotion, and he was about to fly high into the sky, but he accidentally touched the wall behind him, and was already a little hot from the fire on his body.

So he was heartbroken and gritted his teeth and told himself:

"This is not true, this is not true, this is not true!!"

he shouted at the approaching plane.

But the huge roar of the plane and the sound of wind that followed had completely covered his voice, and the strong wind brought up almost suffocated him. He even felt that the fire in his body was extinguished by the wind.

So he forced himself to control himself and faced the impact of the civil aviation plane, closing his eyes in despair.

But as it turned out, everything around him suddenly became quiet.

Civil aviation aircraft, wind, fire, explosions, vibrations...

Everything disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before. They came and left out of thin air.

The surroundings were dark again, and St. John lay on the ground, breathing heavily. The flames on his body went out after a few explosions.

The truth is all fake, then...

St. John touched to the left and saw a sharp object, like a protruding section of a tree trunk that was cut in half. If I had just hid this way...

"What a ruthless person. I wonder how many people put themselves into real dangerous situations just to avoid the dangers he arranged for them?" St. John muttered, and then suddenly realized, "If you think about it this way,

The danger he created is actually safe, so that’ll be easy to deal with, hahaha.”

As he spoke, he rekindled the flames on his body and flew into the sky. Suddenly, countless anti-aircraft machine guns appeared below, spitting tongues of fire, and intense firepower was fired at him, but he was not afraid at all.

A dense swarm of bats suddenly appeared in front of him, their wings flickering and making noisy noises. He did not avoid it, but rushed past even faster, until he saw a bright moon hanging high in the sky and the red sun in the distance.

Crater, he looked back and saw that they had entered the paddock marked on the map.

Wanda Maximoff huddled in a corner, constantly using energy to drive away the air in front of her. The red light emitted from her hand penetrated the nearly one meter thick wall of pure reinforced concrete in the paddock.

A hole.

This power is too terrifying!

This was the first time that St. John knew that this little girl who was half a head shorter than him had such a powerful power in addition to her venomous mouth. She usually had the ability to retrieve objects from the air, but she didn't expect this time...

At this moment, an unexpected red light was shot towards him. This time he had no time to think about whether it was an illusion and hurriedly moved away. When he turned around, he saw a cypress tree twenty or thirty meters high behind him.

The red light was cut off in an instant, and with the sound of a huge piece of wood falling straight down, he felt the whole ground being shaken.

"This...if I hadn't dodged just now..." Before St. John could think further, another beam of red light shot out from the crown of an oak tree a few kilometers away, a pattern that even a compass couldn't draw.

of round holes.

"No, I have to stop her, otherwise," he looked at Romanov and Rasputin, who were still fighting on the side, "what will everyone do, I..."

Just when he cleverly dodged one after another red light that was enough to kill him in an instant and try to stop the Scarlet Witch, he suddenly saw the "chief director" who was directing all this on the wall -

The infamous Mysterio——

Quentin Baker.

At this moment, he was so immersed in the flawless scenes he simulated that he didn't even notice that an actor left the scene early, and was still minding his own business making various adjustments on the four computer screens.

There are simulations of what each person sees:

What Romanoff saw was the man who raped her in the red room while training her and took away her first scar. The man who snatched her away from her parents and brutally murdered her parents. That scar was

She had cut him on the face with scissors when she struggled.

But at that time, Dreykov, the leader of the Red House, completely ignored the scarred man because he was his confidant, and even put her in solitary confinement. The person guarding her was the scarred man with a wolf tattooed on his bald head.

, and her nightmare has just begun.

The scarred man did everything he could to her, asking her to satisfy him almost every night, using all kinds of vulgar fun on her, but the words Dreykov said to her and his face are still unforgettable to her:

"Anyway, you will have to be sterilized when you eventually become a black widow, so enjoy it. You won't have this opportunity in the future."

So after becoming a new generation of Black Widow, she completely destroyed the Red Room organization, tied explosives to Scar Man and threw him into Dreykov's house. But unexpectedly, his little daughter would not be seen for a hundred years that day.

Lived in dad's secret house.

From then on, Dreykov's daughter became the first pain that she would never forget.

"But the beginning of this matter, the beginning of everything, is because of you!!!" Romanov roared, riding on Rasputin's shoulders, hitting his forehead with his fist, and his fist had already

The blood was dripping but he had no intention of stopping.

"Hahaha, Natasha, I have wanted to punish you like this for a long time. Nothing can break down your inner defenses more than the happy time in the red room and make you completely lose your mind. You know that I want to help you recover

How much effort went into this scene?"

Quentin Baker laughed maniacally, and Natasha Romanoff and Peter Rasputin were surrounded by lights, winds, various sound effects and stereoscopic images. The stereoscopic image machine was clearly marked - "Stark Industries".

"You are insulting him by using the products manufactured by Stark Industries!"

St. John couldn't bear it any longer. He sprayed out two huge flames from his hands and burned the computer machine in front of Baker instantly. Then he grabbed Baker, who was still smiling, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. He turned around and found a man wearing a green robe.

A person wearing a spherical glass dome filled with gray mist is floating behind him.

"Hahaha, don't bother. How many senior officers and founders of S.H.I.E.L.D. have committed suicide under my command, you little brat still want to fight me?" Baker laughed wildly.

"Don't you even have a little bit of humanity and conscience?" St. John kept spraying tongues of fire in his hands, but the mysterious guest deftly dodged them time and time again.

"Give up, kid, you're not qualified to play with me."

Baker's voice suddenly sounded from behind him. St. John was startled. As soon as he turned around and looked back, he didn't expect that the mysterious man held up a large tong and embedded it directly in his neck.

This...this is true.

St. John suddenly felt that he could not breathe at all. His whole body twitched violently and uncontrollably twice before he could no longer exert any strength, and the flames on his body gradually extinguished.

How...am I...am I going to...die here, am I right?

He looked at the huge screen suspended in the air, tears streaming down his face as his teammates fell apart.

Is that the end?

He could already feel that his consciousness was getting blurry and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

At this critical moment——

"Quentin Beck!!! You son of a bitch!!!!!"

A roar shook the world. Logan was like a wild wolf seeking revenge. He flew towards the place with his arms and legs. The shining steel claws carried an icy chill in the moonlight. With a flash of light, Quentin Baker was there.

It was split straight in half in an instant.

St. John also fell to the ground. His face turned purple due to the long-term lack of oxygen. He coughed twice violently before he slowly regained some consciousness. He slowly looked at the mysterious guest who was split in half...

"Machine...robot?!"

St. John was stunned.

Inside the spherical glass hood filled with gray mist is actually a machine that is still emitting electric sparks.

Wolverine was also a little panicked, but soon looked around alertly.

At this moment, a circle of mysterious figures appeared on the top of the wall of the paddock, surrounding the entire paddock, and in the center stood a huge figure of a mysterious figure nearly 50 meters tall.

"this……"

St. John was stunned. What kind of enemy was he facing?

"This is just fake, right? This is also an illusion..."

Before he could say anything about the hallucination, Mysterio's hand, which was as big as a basketball court, clapped over him. St. John flew up in a hurry, and Logan also hid aside. The wall they had just been standing on was blown away by their eyes.

A 6-meter-diameter gap was photographed.

Just before he could react, all the mysterious visitors lined up around the wall stretched out their arms, and countless rays of purple light gathered together. St. John hurriedly controlled the flames to form a hemispherical barrier in front of him, trying to resist

With the attack of the purple beam, the flames fell to the ground, igniting one forest after another.

"Oh my God, who said this is an illusion?! I...I feel like I can't hold it anymore..."

Logan shook his head. The sharp tinnitus almost made him want to pierce his eardrums. His splitting headache was not relieved by shaking his head. But when he saw St. John in the sky who was obviously exhausted, he

He forced his already weak body and ran towards the mysterious visitors. Unexpectedly, everything inside was made of drones. The suspended machine inside transformed into a three-dimensional image of the mysterious visitors and emitted a purple beam of light.

.

Logan's steel claws were chopping one after another, but after the chopping, a new drone would fly down from the huge mysterious guest to replenish it, so the panting Logan hit the middle, but the mystery before and after

The number of customers has not decreased at all.

"Logan...Logan, take Natasha, Wanda and Peter and run quickly. I...I can hold on for a while longer, ah——"

St. John gritted his teeth and persisted in resisting dozens of concentrated energies, but this was nowhere to be seen. The huge mysterious guest stretched out his hands and closed them in the middle, where St. John's position was.

"This...it seems like it's really over this time..."

St. John looked desperately at the starry night sky. This was probably the most beautiful starry sky he had ever seen in his life, and it was not a waste of time for him to come to this world.

Two giant hands composed of drone virtual images immediately came together.

(To be continued)