Marvel’s Superman

After making a consensus with Victor, the saber-toothed tiger, Luke showed a friendly side.

He beckoned, called the young officer standing in a daze in the cell, and ordered, "Get him an identity plate. Victor Creed, 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 kicks in, and shattered bones and injured internal organs heal at an astonishing rate.

The irritable old man who had been beaten was obviously much more peaceful.

Most mutants who have not been beaten by society have an inexplicable sense of superiority, thinking they are superior to humans.

Sebastian Shaw and his spiritual successor, Magneto, relied on this set to either brainwash or unite a group of compatriots.

"Teslak will surely like you."

Seeing the self-healing ability of the saber-toothed tiger, Luke couldn't help thinking of pulling in the other's younger brother, Wolverine.

In this way, the proficiency of swiping the skill card will have a suitable sparring in the future.

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

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

Thinking of the tragic end of being a lab rat, a chill appeared behind him.

The idea of ​​running away sprouted in my mind!

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

As if he had guessed it, Luke talked eloquently: "You will become a wanted criminal in the military, your photos will be published in newspapers, and you will face the full pursuit of S.H.I.E.L.D. , and live a life like a beast."

"You probably don't care, after all you're a beast. But trust me, it's going to be miserable to run away and get caught."

"I have a scientist named Bolivar Teslak who is very interested in mutants. Maybe he will experiment on you at some point, such as cutting your body in half, what will it be? Half of them start to heal themselves first? Or, if you cut one Victor, you can get two Victors? What an interesting idea.”

The saber-toothed tiger was horrified, and the emotion of fear could not be suppressed in his heart.

Only at this time did he realize that the self-healing ability that allowed him to charge unscrupulously on the battlefield could also become a way of being tortured.

This young major general is simply a devil!

"General, I will never run away."

Saber-toothed tiger swallowed his saliva and made a serious promise.

If Wolverine were shown the elegant and easy-going appearance of his brother, he would definitely show a shocked expression.

This is not at all in line with the grumpy old brother's foul-mouthed words, and every sentence brings the dynamite keg of Majafak.

"By the way, what's your name?"

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

Before leaving, he stared at the young officer for a few seconds, vaguely feeling that he was a little familiar.

"Reporting General, my name is William, William Stryker."

The young officer saluted.

Is this a special fate?

Luke couldn't help but smile, harvested a saber-toothed tiger, completed the main quest, and found the future mutant butcher.

HR +2!

Team strength +1!

"Stryker, 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 looks no different from the hot-blooded youth, full of fighting spirit.

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

Luke glanced at the rank on the epaulette, Corporal.

It was not long before he enlisted in the army, so it is no wonder that he appeared in the New Jersey boot camp.

"Then Corporal Stryker, are you interested in working under me?"

Luke asked with a smile.

This kind of bad taste in collecting plot characters is as addictive as drawing cards, only zero-sum countless times.

Obviously, he was not a stamp collector before!

"I... can I?"

Stryker was a little stunned, and even wondered if he was hallucinating.

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

That's probably what it meant anyway, and Stryker felt that it was all unreal.

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

Luke was too lazy to talk, and left a sentence and went straight to the sky.

The tall and straight figure tore through the sticky air waves and disappeared into the clouds.

Left in the New Jersey boot camp, a look of admiration and admiration.

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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 destination, with countless islands that remain peaceful and pristine.

Enjoy stunning beaches, kayak and surf, or spend the afternoon at the fishing rod pier before feasting on 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 nice place to relax and forget about your troubles?"

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

Holding a glass of beer, he sat by the window, looked at the strong young man opposite, and said with a smile: "My name is Sebastian Shaw, tourists who are here on vacation, do you mind if I sit here? "

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

He didn't seem to have the desire to talk, and after giving a concise answer, he continued to remain silent.

"Where are you from? I'm from Europe. I have to say, the war sucks, it throws everything out of 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 and slaughtered. Not only Jews, but also many...compatriots with extraordinary abilities."

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

Sebastian nodded, without concealment, and said sincerely: "Country, skin color, race, these are all external manifestations. I am a scientist, and I follow my inner thoughts and souls. The Third Reich's Extreme race theory, too extreme and superficial, can blond hair and blue eyes represent the perfect bloodline? It's ridiculous!"

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

The strong young man seemed to have raised some interest and asked with a frown.

"Of course it's genes! Only the genes inscribed in the human body are truly spiritual totems worthy of admiration!"

Sebastian became excited, holding the glass of beer and said: "Genes are constantly evolving. What do humans rely on from forest ancient apes to today's rulers at the top of the food chain? The talent for learning? The ability to adapt to the environment. ? No! It is the instinct of evolution that drives us to go through genocide, through ice ages, through the Black Death... The perfection of a race depends on its genes!"

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

The strong young man was a little taken aback, and he asked subconsciously, "Then what is evolution?"

"ability."

There was a smile on the corner of Sebastian's mouth, and he raised his head and took a sip of beer: "Humans learn to make tools, learn to make fire, and get rid of the primitive age of ignorance. In mythology, Prometheus stole fire from the world, and he Is it just fire that brings? No, it is the ability to learn to enlighten wisdom."

"The degree of evolution of a race depends on its abilities. For example, longer lifespan, stronger body, and more...different things."

The strong young man frowned, unaware that the guests in the bar had long since disappeared.

A woman with snow-white skin and a cold face appeared behind him at some point.

The other's fingers were placed near the temples, and the lips were slightly parted, repeating Sebastian's words.

"Evolution is cruel. Higher races should weed out lower races, just as Homo sapiens replaced Neanderthals."

Sebastian said with a smile.

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

The strong young man's eyes are confused and gradually empty.

After a long time, he nodded firmly and said, "That's right. Evolution is cruel."

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