This Kryptonian is Too Steady

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"What about casualties?"

"Harlan and James were both tragically killed."

Hearing this question, Ororo said sadly.

"Damn it!"

He took off his glasses abruptly, and vented his anger and shot two beams of crimson light to the side. Scott gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to kill these bastards!"

"They've been slaughtered."

Asking Alita to carry Harlan into the Obsidian's regeneration cradle, Saibo shrugged and said lightly: "Except for this guy who was deliberately left behind."

Following Cyber's gaze, I saw Emma in white clothes squatting on the ground, her eyes closed tightly, and her hands on the temples of an unconscious Purifier member.

"Have you found any useful information?"

Walking to his new girlfriend, Scott said softly.

"The opponent's organization calls itself the 'Purifier Alliance', established by a group of human supremacists, with the aim of eliminating mutants, and its base is located in Ocala, Florida."

Opening her eyes, she stood up and looked at the group of teammates behind her, Emma said in a solemn tone: "This guy is just a low-level guy who doesn't know the high-level organization or the defense situation of the base.

However, he had seen a lot of high-tech equipment in that base that he couldn't see outside. The monster that Ororo and the others met was called "Predator X" by them, and it was a helper specially sent to them by the top management of the organization.

Other than that, no more useful information can be found in the mind. "

"Go, go to Florida!"

Upon hearing the news, Scott was furious: "I want them..."

"eye for eye!"

………………

At the same time, New York, Westchester County, Salem District Center, No. 1407 Gremakin Road, the former Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys.

'Zi Zi ~ Zi ~'

Sudden,

A gust of evil wind blew the rubbish on the ground to pieces, and then flying blue and white currents appeared out of thin air, appearing on the football field already overgrown with weeds.

With the increase of the current intensity, a small black dot appeared out of thin air one meter above the lawn, and then expanded rapidly, turning into a black ball with a diameter of about two meters.

After a second or two, the black ball disappeared directly, taking away everything swallowed by it, leaving only a burly man carrying a huge gun in place.

The man is nearly 1.9 meters tall, has short, flat silver hair, and three scars on his right eye, like a vertical trident.

The left hand is similar to that of a good buttocked friend in the United States. It is replaced by a metal arm. He is wearing a special combat uniform with a variety of weapons and equipment tied to it. He looks like a gangster.

'March 18, 2015 at 16:28, Westchester County, New York. '

Breaking away from the intense dizziness, the man immediately raised his right hand and looked at the 'time-space axis positioning device' similar to a smart watch.

"2015, 2015..."

After blinking and confirming that he was not dazzled, the man directly scolded: "Damn Fake!

How did it jump to 2015?

I clearly set it to 1995! "

'August 12, 1995. '

Hastily took out a palm-sized disc-shaped device from his waist, looked at the time on it, and the man confirmed that it was not his operation error that caused him to get off the wrong station.

"Forget it, just waste it once."

Feeling sorry for his wallet for two seconds, the man unscrewed the disc and pressed hard on the red button on it.

"Um?!"

After waiting for two seconds, nothing happened. The man frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

He checked the device in his hand, confirmed that the other party had no faults, and pressed the button several times again.

"The space-time jumping device has failed."

After nothing happened, the man's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water. Immediately, a bald woman with kind eyebrows appeared in his mind: "Supreme Master?"

Although he didn't know why that person chose to send himself to this point in time, he understood that he had no choice.

Looking at the familiar dilapidated building in front of him, the man muttered to himself: "Xavier College has been abandoned, so they should be in... Utopia now!"

………………

The moment the man appeared at Xavier College, an invisible electromagnetic signal aggregate also broke away from the space-time tunnel, followed a special call, and came to the power center of the US Empire, Washington DC, in the blink of an eye.

A certain hidden deep underground base in the northwest of the special zone.

Squads of fully armed soldiers are patrolling everywhere, guarding the safety of this invisible base, and in the most central laboratory of the base, a scientific researcher in a white coat is busy in front of various experimental platforms go.

In the center of the laboratory stood a semi-biological robot more than two meters high, with pipes inserted into the back, and its limbs firmly fixed.

It can be said that this secret base was built for this robot, and the technology being researched by the researchers next to it all came from an insignificant part of this mysterious robot that was reverse-engineered.

Arriving directly above the laboratory, the group of electromagnetic signal aggregates obeyed the call, passed through the ground hundreds of meters thick without hindrance, and returned to its long-lost body.

'Boom! ’ ‘Boom! ’ ‘Boom! ’ ‘Boom! '

In the next second, a dark red glow lit up from his eyes, and he realized that there was something restricting his movements. With a little force, the robot easily broke free from the chains that fixed his hands and feet.

Hearing these crisp sounds of metal cracking, the researchers in the laboratory looked at the source of the sound in unison.

'what! ’ ‘It came alive! ’ ‘Run! ’ ‘Notify the guards! '...

Then screams sounded from their mouths, everyone reacted differently, most of them fled in a hurry, only a few people walked towards this robot with enthusiasm on their faces.

The guards outside the door also noticed the abnormal state of the room, rushed into the room in an orderly manner, picked up the energy guns in their hands, aimed at the robot in the field, and warned: "Stop! Otherwise we will open fire!"

'Hostile activity detected. '

'Target Code Name: Eleanor Barlow, Human

Special Ability: None

Threat Level: Very Low'

Browsing the prompts that appeared on the dark red screen, the robot didn't care, and walked forward unhurriedly.

"Fire!"

With a sharp shout, orange-yellow energy bullets gushed out from the muzzles of the guards' hands, aiming at the mysterious mechanical monster in front of them.

'puff. ''puff. ''puff. '...

Allowing these energy bombs to hit the body, the robot was not only unscathed, but it was not repelled even a single step.

Immediately, he slowly stretched out his right palm, and a blue-white beam of light gushed out. With the rotation of the robot arm, it pointed at one guard after another.

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