pjbooks Chapter 113 The Legacy of Mutant History, Forced Alliance
Chapter 113 The Legacy of Mutant History, Forced Alliance
Chapter 113 The Legacy of Mutant History, Forced Alliance
After kicking Bullseye's head away, Logan returned to the tombstone.
At this moment, Tombstone was already pale from severe blood loss, and looked at Logan with a look of fear.
"Don't……"
He stared at Logan, about to beg for mercy, but Logan gave him no chance. His steel claws plunged into his chest, twisting the wound as blood spurted out. Tombstone's eyes widened as he slowly collapsed to the ground, completely lifeless.
After dealing with the two men, Logan looked back.
There were still a few small fry on the perimeter. They looked at Logan with terror in their eyes, backing away as their legs trembled like leaves. They instinctively raised their sonic weapons and pulled the triggers.
hum!
A violent shock emanated from the sonic weapon, and the throbbing pain in my head returned.
The pain made the veins on Logan's forehead bulge. He gritted his teeth, stared at the people, and clenched his fists, ready to rush out.
boom!
At that moment, the ground trembled, and several spikes suddenly rose up from under the feet of those people.
The sharp spikes pierced through the bodies of those people, and blood splattered everywhere.
Logan turned around and saw McCa squatting on the ground with his hands on the ground, his arms shimmering with golden light.
"I thought you were all down."
Logan withdrew his menacing gaze and retracted his steel claws, muttering something to McCain and the others.
After dealing with those enemies, McCa withdrew his hand, and the golden light on his arm dissipated.
Faced with Logan's teasing, he laughed awkwardly, shaking his head and saying, "I wasn't quite used to it just now."
He kicked the corpse on the ground, yelling, "Damn it, those damn bastards!"
Beep beep beep...
At that moment, sirens blared outside, the piercing sound jolting everyone awake.
"It's just the right time."
Logan listened to the approaching sirens, gave an annoyed snort, and then turned to Victor and Moira, "Are you all alright? We need to get going."
If we get targeted by the cops later, who knows how much trouble we'll be in.
"fine."
Moira shook her head to fully wake herself up.
Sonic weapons are not lethal to them; they only cause them pain and prevent them from using their abilities normally.
They can return to normal in a short time once those sound waves stop.
"Let's go."
Hearing the piercing sirens outside, Moira waved to her men to evacuate immediately.
Everyone hurriedly picked up the weapons on the ground and ran into the alley.
The chests in Hell's Kitchen are a maze, as Victor puts it.
Fortunately, Moira was very familiar with the roads here, and under her guidance, the group navigated the winding alleys smoothly without the risk of getting lost.
"Wait a moment."
Logan, who was running away, suddenly spoke with a furrowed brow.
"What's wrong?"
McCain stopped and looked at Logan with a puzzled expression.
Moira and the others also stopped, looking at him with furrowed brows, clearly puzzled by Logan's sudden halt.
"If you forget anything, we can't go with you to pick it up; there are cops all over that place now."
Moira looked at Logan and spoke.
Logan ignored them and simply looked up at the rooftops on the left side of the alley.
"Kid, stop following me unless you want to fight."
He yelled at the rooftop, warning the Spider-Man who had been following him.
Although Spider-Man didn't show himself along the way, Logan could clearly hear the sound of him moving his webs.
After delivering the warning, Logan waved, signaling everyone to continue.
At the same time, he carefully checked whether Spider-Man had followed him, and only felt relieved after confirming that the other party had not continued to follow him.
Shortly after they left, Peter Parker poked his head out from the roof and looked in the direction Logan and the others had gone.
"Who exactly are they?"
He watched the group's departing figures, his face behind the mask filled with confusion and bewilderment. "What are mutants? I've never heard of them before."
As a high achiever, Peter has a wide range of knowledge and has read many books over the years, but he has never seen any report about mutants in any of them.
As a high school student, he was obviously unaware of what had happened over the past few decades, which made him very curious about mutants.
However, he could probably guess that mutants were just a group of people with special abilities.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at his palm. At this moment, many barbs that were hard to see with the naked eye were growing on his palm. It was because of these barbs that he had the ability to climb at will.
"A mutant... Am I one of them?"
He looked at his own body and couldn't help but murmur aloud.
After being bitten by a spider in the laboratory, his body underwent a dramatic transformation.
His physical functions improved visibly, he could withstand many unimaginable injuries, his strength increased explosively, and he gained the ability to climb freely and sense danger.
Could this also be considered a variant?
boom!
Just as Peter was pondering, he suddenly heard the sound of something falling to the ground behind him, and a metallic figure descended from the sky and stood behind him.
The metal figure's mask opened, revealing Tony's face underneath. "Hey kid, what are you doing here? Have you seen anyone suspicious?"
Peter was startled and whirled around warily, but when he saw who was behind him, his wariness instantly turned to surprise and delight. He exclaimed excitedly, "Mr. Stark, what are you doing here?"
He is Tony Stark's number one fan, and even though the Avengers' reputation isn't great these days, it doesn't diminish his affection for Tony.
He was filled with admiration for this highly intelligent Iron Man, and his eyes almost sparkled when he saw him in person.
"Answer my question first, Sleepyhead."
Tony pointed north, his expression serious, and said, "Many people died over there, and there are suspected supernatural events. Did you see what happened? If so, you need to tell me what just happened."
"The situation is somewhat complicated and cannot be explained in a few words."
Upon hearing that Tony had come because of the earlier shootout, Peter quickly recalled the complicated scene, but for a moment he didn't know how to explain it, since he didn't know the relationship between the three groups or the factions they belonged to.
"In short, the situation was somewhat bloody. There were three groups fighting over there, but in the end, they were all taken down by a violent, but indeed very powerful guy."
Peter couldn't help but admire Logan's rampage as he imagined it.
Admittedly, although that guy was a violent thug, he was also a very formidable one. Peter guessed that he might only be able to fight him to a draw, after all, the steel claws that grew from his fists and his immortal body were indeed difficult to deal with.
After a pause, Peter seemed to remember something and spoke again, "Oh right, there are security cameras there..."
He remembered the utility pole he had been standing on when he came out, which had a surveillance camera hanging on it.
"Is there surveillance footage?"
Tony's expression changed, and he quickly had Jarvis check the nearby surveillance network. After confirming that the camera was working properly and had recorded everything that had happened, he turned to Peter and said, "Alright, you can leave now."
Since there's surveillance footage, the little guy doesn't need it; after all, he just wants to know what happened.
"what?"
Faced with Tony's unceremonious expulsion, Peter was momentarily stunned, then hurriedly said, "Don't you need my cooperation in the investigation? I'm actually quite good at this; many criminals in Queens can't escape my pursuit. I can help you!"
Clearly, Peter didn't want to give up the opportunity to spend time with Tony, or rather, he didn't want to give up the opportunity to become a superhero.
Ever since he gained superpowers, he has always wanted to join an organization like the Avengers. Saving the world feels much cooler than catching petty thieves!
"unnecessary."
Tony promptly rejected Peter's request, then put his Iron Man mask back on and said, "Kid, you're going to be late if you don't hurry up. Besides, what we're doing is fraught with danger; it's not like a hero's game. You'd better just be a good neighbor!"
Although the Spider-Man in front of him did not remove his mask, Tony already knew his identity.
After all, this guy who calls himself Spider-Man, who spends his days wandering around the high-rises of Queens, occasionally catching a few thieves and stopping a few robberies, is just too conspicuous. It's hard for S.H.I.E.L.D. not to notice him.
Through various surveillance and agent tracking, S.H.I.E.L.D. had already recorded all of this guy's information in their files, including his internet browsing history.
Once they determined that this guy was just a high school student with a pure heart and a strong sense of justice, S.H.I.E.L.D. turned a blind eye.
It's hard for Tony not to know the information that S.H.I.E.L.D. knows. Although much of this information is not made public to Tony, the intelligence security barrier set up by Nick Fury and his team is as flimsy as paper in Tony's eyes. In his eyes, there are basically no secrets in S.H.I.E.L.D.
"All right."
Peter understood Tony's unspoken meaning. It was clear that Tony knew he was a student, but he still looked reluctant to part. Just as he was about to say something more, Tony activated his thrusters and flew away.
A few minutes later.
Hell's Kitchen, an alleyway littered with corpses, was now crowded with S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
The entire alley has been cordoned off, and the police are on high alert outside the cordon and have blocked all the surrounding exits.
Meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were busy in the alley, photographing and marking each body, drawing their last actions on the ground, searching the database for each victim's identity, and looking for every tiny clue.
In the corner of the alley, Tony and Steve stood side by side, with Tony's suit standing behind them.
The eyes of the suit flashed, and the light was projected onto the wall in front of it, forming a surveillance screen.
The final image shows Logan leading his group away after wreaking havoc.
Tony and Steve frowned as they looked at Logan on the screen.
"Why is this guy not retiring in Canada, but instead coming to New York?"
Tony was unusually annoyed by Logan and the others' arrival. "I have a ton of things to deal with, and now they're just adding to my troubles."
The Avengers are currently in a mess due to public opinion issues, and Tony has a vague feeling that the government seems to want to restrain the Avengers. All sorts of events have left Tony with no time to think about anything else.
Compared to Tony's agitation, Steve seemed much calmer in front of his old friend, staring into deep thought as he looked at Logan, who appeared noticeably younger on the monitor.
"Can you track them down?"
He suddenly asked Tony a question.
"It's difficult."
Tony bluntly stated, "Although I can hack into all the surveillance networks, I can't install surveillance cameras everywhere in New York. Besides, they're all deliberately avoiding surveillance, making it very difficult to find their tracks."
After a pause, Tony asked curiously, "What do you want to do?"
Steve's expression was grave as he said in a deep voice, "I intend to speak with Logan myself."
"Shall we talk?"
Tony rolled his eyes at him. "You think you can persuade this guy to turn himself in when the entire police force can't catch him?"
"no."
Steve shook his head and said, "I just want to help them solve the problem of mutants and humans. After our last meeting, I came back and looked into a lot of history about mutants. I found that they are not as heinous as the higher-ups say. I hope to solve this problem. If this final problem cannot be solved, the troubles that follow will keep coming."
In response to this argument, Tony scoffed dismissively, "Don't be naive, Captain. The mutant issue isn't easy to resolve. It's a legacy of history. You missed that period of history, and no amount of research can make up for it. Stop daydreaming."
Steve shook his head again. "Anyway, please try your best to find him for me. I hope I can sit down and talk to him in person."
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Meanwhile, Moira was leading Logan and his group toward the real sanctuary.
After this incident, she decided to trust Logan and his team this time. After all, without Logan and his team, the outcome of this gunfight would have been incredibly tragic.
McCain and Logan were naturally pleased with this and followed Moira to a basement in the suburbs of New York.
According to Moira, this is the current location of their shelter.
The basement was built to be exceptionally spacious, and many tents were set up inside, where all the mutants lived.
When these mutants saw Moira return with strangers, they were clearly curious about Logan and his group, and they all looked over at them.
Moira didn't have time to explain to them. Instead, she led Logan and the others to a tent in the center of the shelter, poured them water, and sat them down at a table to talk.
"I believe you are aware of the current situation."
McCa looked at Moira, his expression grave, and said, "At this critical juncture, if so many barriers still exist among us mutants, the only outcome will be conquest, suppression, and death!"
"Our only chance to change our fate is to unite, stand together against external threats, and work together for a better future for mutants."
McCa spoke passionately, his eyes fixed intently on Moira, as if he were envisioning the future of mutants.
Moira clearly understood the current predicament of mutants, and nodded thoughtfully, saying, "I agree with your point of view, but what do you want to do?"
While the number of mutants is not as high as it once was, it's not actually that small. It's just that more mutants are unwilling to reveal their abilities or have learned how to hide them.
Besides these mutants hidden among humans, there are many mutant sanctuaries, so it can be said that the footprints of mutants are all over the world.
However, due to the influence of the environment, the gap between mutants is now very serious, making it difficult for them to fully trust each other, let alone unite as one.
McCain's point was valid; if things continued this way, the picket line would only end up taking down the mutants one by one.
The only way is to unite!
However, how to unite them has become a problem.
McCa looked at Moira, pondered for a moment, and then said, "I suggest that our two shelters merge and seek asylum together. Later, we can contact other shelters and try to get more to join us, slowly snowballing our growth until we can stand up to the government and use that to negotiate and obtain the rights we deserve!"
This bold idea made Moira frown slightly. She picked up her water glass and took a sip, but her eyes were full of hesitation.
She did not oppose the merger proposal put forward by McCain, but she still did not dare to trust McCain and others too much.
Even though he had just helped her solve a big problem, they had only just met and she didn't know him at all, which made it impossible for Moira to agree hastily.
After all, she had hundreds of mutants under her command, and as their leader, she was responsible for them.
McCain, however, wasn't finished. He continued, "If we merge, I hope you can come with me to Canada. It's safer there than in the US, and the disciplined police there are far less disciplined than those in New York."
McCa said with anticipation, "Besides, I have a certain foothold over there. As long as you're willing to go, I can find a new base anytime. Although I can't guarantee it will be luxurious, it will definitely be much better than these tents of yours."
Moira frowned as she listened to McCa's words, looking at him with a sense of recklessness.
After all, a merger is no small matter. The location of the base must be carefully chosen. Moreover, if a merger is really necessary, how will we relocate all of us? How will we solve the problem of food, clothing, shelter and transportation for so many people after the merger? Most importantly, if there are disagreements after the merger, whose opinion should be followed?
These issues will require lengthy negotiations.
Thinking it over, Moira shook her head helplessly and forced a smile, saying, "I support cooperation, but you're being too hasty. We need to discuss these facts slowly. Let's leave it at that for today. We've all had a long day. Let's have dinner first and talk again afterward."
McCa stopped Moira, clearly disappointed, but could only nod helplessly.
Logan, however, realized that Moira was clearly using delaying tactics to examine the specific situation on his side.
Logan fully understood her behavior.
After all, as the leader of the shelter, every order he gave concerned the safety of all the mutants in the shelter, and he could not act rashly.
Just as the group was about to get up to eat, the tent flap was suddenly flung open.
A young man rushed into the tent in a panic, pointing outside with a terrified expression, and gasped, "The...the...the disciplinary team has surrounded this place!"
(End of this chapter)