Marvel: Starting With The Dark Blue Rinnegan

Life has no rehearsals, it is always live.

On the highway, there is a live broadcast of Fast and Furious.

Seven or eight cars are rushing forward frantically, the accelerator is stomped to death, the roar of the engine does not stop, and even the exhaust pipe feels like a spark.

"Hell, why is the other party flying so fast!" One mutant scolded angrily, "Maragis, you come to drive!" Before

the guy named Malagis could react, the mutant took out the machine gun from nowhere, adjusted it to the back seat of the car, and fired it into the air.

The crazy bullets, shining in the moonlight, streaked across the sky like shooting stars, straight to the girls in the sky. The bullet lost its kinetic energy in mid-air, and it flowed down like a waterfall.

"I'm X, Daniel, I haven't even got a driver's license!"

Maragis cursed angrily, but switched seats with Daniel in time.

Daniel shouted. "Do you know where the throttle is?"

"Nonsense!" Malagis roared.

"It's enough to step on the accelerator, control the steering wheel!"

"Ah, a flat tire, I X! Control the direction, direction..."

Bang!

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mutant in another car threw several grenades at targets in the sky.

Another mutant took out a pistol and shot directly at the point!

"Boom-" The

grenade was detonated in the air like fireworks, but fragments of the grenade were flying everywhere.

After a crackling, a bald mutant was hit in the upper body by fragments, did not control the steering wheel for a while, and almost crashed into the guardrail!

"Which XX lost the grenade!"

That's right, it was Altair who flew in midair.

It's a chase game of unequal strength!

Altair shuttled through the hail of bullets and bullets, uninjured at all.

Under the cold moonlight, flying sabers mercilessly pierced one car after another.

Boom -

the whole car is destroyed.

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was the moment Altair stopped on the ground.

A yellow-skinned mutant actually held a Tang knife and slashed it violently.

Flying sabers hovered in the air, forming a dominance circle!

Unexpectedly, the mutant's Tang Dao burst into a dazzling light, and suddenly slashed towards Altair at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

Obviously, this mutant has super-high-speed reaction nerves, knife and bullet are commonplace, and he is a melee leader.

With a crisp crash, the Tang knife slashed directly at Altair's body.

Just when he was complacent, suddenly his eyes were black, and the blood of the thorn actually gushed out from his body!

"Fourteenth Movement: Causal Transformation!"

Altair directly changed the cause and effect, transferring all the knife wounds he received to the other party.

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inside Hoover base.

In the mutant cell.

"Let me out, I'm not a mutant, really, I don't have any superpowers!"

"What about sir, I ask to see sir, I'm just an ordinary magician, the work of that magic pot is really a performance, you can go and ask the woman, she is the one I found..."

"I want to protest, any third brother can make the snake dance, you judge me as a mutant because of this, it's too imprecise!" Then I also say that gypsy women are witches! "

......

Situ Feng looked at the mutant locked up in prison and couldn't help but sigh.

Stryker is indeed a model worker, and it didn't take long for a large number of mutants to be transported to the base.

This includes all the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and even pregnant women.

Although he originally had a list, Situ Feng asked Altair to give him more specific information, but this execution power he was ashamed of.

If Stryker is placed in an ordinary workplace, it must be a 24-hour standby to kill other employees at any time.

There may really be a mistake in this, after all, the current Situ Feng does not have particularly good investigation methods.

If it is an enhanced type, Bai can definitely judge from the life energy of the other party, but those special types are really difficult to detect.

Some of the people who were arrested did not say a word, and their expressions were neither surprised nor delighted; Some howl and plead constantly; Some talk non-stop, and dare to brag and threaten.

"How many are there now?" Situ Feng, who was wearing a military uniform, asked.

The guard saluted Situ Feng, and then replied, "Hello, sir, 873 mutants have been arrested so far, of which 564 are held here with a medium hazard level, and 46 are on the next level. According to this progress, it is expected that within a week, the prison of the entire base will not be enough..." AFTER

SPEAKING, THE GUARD HANDED SITU FENG AN IPAD THAT CLEARLY RECORDED EVERYONE'S PERSONAL INFORMATION.

It's just that there are so many people, I hope that the bee-eater can be busy.

Because the abilities of mutants recorded in official data may be biased, coupled with those caught by mistake, bee-eaters still have to brainwash and screen one by one, and then re-enter the data.

The mutants who were caught by mistake and did not do much harm were directly released after brainwashing to make room for those behind.

And those with lethal power, temporarily cooperate with the scientific research team to do experiments, especially those that are highly dangerous, that is Situ Feng's goal.

Highly dangerous mutant criminals are housed in special cells, and everyone is injected with tranquilizers.

Dr. Haller has not yet developed an inhibition vaccine, and they are indispensable guinea pigs.

"Sir! Sir! Situ

Feng was about to walk towards the senior cell when a pair of hands stretched out from the railing of the cell and grabbed his clothes.

The cells on this floor are not specially made, they are still relatively rudimentary. And because there was no killing intent, Situ Feng didn't care much.

But I saw this scene.

Those guards panicked, didn't this properly slap them in the face?

The leader made an inspection and found that the prisoners you managed were unruly, is this not your incompetence?

If this is handled well, it is estimated that there is nothing to do. If you don't handle it well, you may lose your job, and if you are miserable, you may go to the bottom level as a test product.

"Let go, or you'll shoot!"

"Hands on your head!"

The surrounding guards took out their pistols one after another, and the pitch-black muzzles were directly scolded, shouting loudly.

Situ Feng waved his hand and slowly spoke: "It's okay, put the gun down, retreat!" The

outstretched hand was also loosened with Situ Feng's words, and the guards followed the order and retreated.

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