Marvel's Magic Master

Chapter 13 George's Final "Gift"

Ever since he knew that his mutant limit was only level two, he had been thinking about how to use his abilities to the maximum extent.

He cannot make countless bullets or even missiles stop and rebound like Magneto, nor can he lift thousands or tens of thousands of tons of objects, nor can he use magnetism to fly and change the earth's magnetic field.

However, he felt that the way the instructors at the experimental base trained him to control a dagger to kill people was too low.

It is better to use a needle than a dagger. At least the quantity and speed can be controlled much faster. Although the power is smaller, it should be effective in attacking vital points such as the seven orifices.

Of course, after much thought, he believed that if he wanted to maximize the power of magnetism, he still had to use firearms.

The bullets fired from guns, both in speed and damage, are much stronger than any sharp weapon he controls. As long as he slightly affects the trajectory of the bullet, he can become a sharpshooter beyond human limits.

It is still a submachine gun now, but if its capabilities become stronger in the future and it can control the trajectory of bullets from a heavy machine gun, that would be really amazing.

He is truly a one-man army that can hold off ten thousand. He can deal with all the guards in the entire base by himself.

"Come on!"

After most of the two magazines were used up, all the guards in the cafeteria had fallen to the ground. George waved at the stunned Gabriela and the puzzled little wolf girl.

"Laura, let's go."

Gabriela came to her senses and quickly stepped forward, pulling the little wolf girl towards George.

Of course she knew Subject 757, but unlike other mutant children, this directly generated adult mutant did not need to be cared for by nurses like them, but was instead taken care of by special personnel.

But since the other party is willing to help, he is definitely not an enemy.

Running all the way with Gabriela and the little wolf girl, they soon caught up with the children in front. However, George did not dare to be careless because he knew that the guards of this experimental base were far more than that.

It’s just that the other party didn’t expect the current situation to occur, and it took a while for them to fully react.

And it is not ruled out that the other side has some more lethal and advanced weapons.

Don’t be fooled by how powerful and ruthless he looked just now. He killed a group of guards in the blink of an eye with two submachine guns. That was mainly because the little wolf girl attracted the fire and launched a sneak attack.

To be honest, given his current situation, it would be a big trouble if he encountered a sniper.

Some specially made Barrett heavy sniper rifles use high-penetration bullets that can penetrate a thick concrete wall with one shot. If you snipe him from a long distance, his magnetic force will not be able to deflect at all, and he may be killed before he even has time to react.

So now is not the time to slack off.

Fortunately, there were no accidents on the rest of the journey. He did not encounter the sniper he was worried about, nor did he encounter the clone of Wolverine. He successfully arrived outside the experimental base.

"Do you know where the most important laboratories and data rooms in this base are located?"

After carrying the children onto the truck, George did not get on the truck immediately, but asked Gabriela.

Although Gabriela was a little confused, she quickly pointed out two directions.

“There and there.”

"Very good, let us give them some gifts before we leave."

George opened the bag on his back and took out a dozen grenades collected from the bodies of the guards.

In fact, there were not only grenades in his bag, but also some cash that he had looted so that he would not be penniless when he got out.

“I hope you like it.”

He used his ability to control the grenades, accurately shooting them at the two locations pointed out by Gabriela, and then pulled the fuses simultaneously in mid-air.

A moment later, a violent explosion sounded, and the two locations in the experimental base instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, George got into the car with Gabriela, who opened her mouth wide. His purpose for doing this was simple. If he could kill the top executives of the experimental base, that would be the best. If not, he could also create chaos, destroy those important research materials, and slow down the other party's pursuit.

And his goal was indeed achieved.

An hour later, Dr. Rice, who was covered in dust, slapped Commander Donald in the face and shouted angrily:
"You useless piece of shit. I asked you to deal with that garbage, but you ended up in such a mess. Most of the people escaped, and you destroyed so much of my important data. If X-24 wasn't fine, I would have thrown you into the crematorium right now!"

"Boss, it was my mistake. I didn't expect those nurses would actually help them escape."

Donald didn't care about the pain on his face at all, he just lowered his head respectfully.

Dr. Rice took a deep breath, calmed down and ordered:

"Things have already happened. I don't want to hear your explanation. I want you to catch those escaped mutant children as quickly as possible and deal with them. Don't let them be discovered by other organizations."

As one of the world's most famous companies that is secretly connected with many terrorist organizations, he understands that this world is not a simple one, especially with the existence of a behemoth called S.H.I.E.L.D.

If SHIELD discovers the existence of mutants, they will definitely find him based on the mutants' clues, and then he will be in trouble.

He didn't want to go against SHIELD before he had cloned mutants in large numbers.

"Report to me anytime if anything happens. I'll bring X-24 to help if necessary. I can also test the actual combat effectiveness of X-24."

"Yes, boss!"

Donald nodded, then left the laboratory which was half destroyed in the bombing and went to gather his men.

"What were the results of the investigation?"

"Commander, according to our investigation, it seems that Subject 757 was responsible. According to..."

A captain quickly repeated the results of the investigation.

Donald frowned after hearing this:
"It's actually him. How can a mere Level 2 mutant have such strength?"

He had been in command of all the previous battles, so he naturally knew what the situation was.

Although those mutant children escaped control with the help of several nurses, he quickly dispatched more people to help stabilize the situation.

If nothing unexpected happened, he should be able to stop all the mutant children who escaped in the cafeteria. However, for some reason, after a burst of gunfire, all his men fell silent.

He was just about to take more men to pursue, but was startled by the explosion and hurried back immediately.

There was no way out. There was an explosion location right near the boss’ laboratory, and he didn’t dare not go back.

"That should be correct. Captain Biss, who was in charge of dealing with Subject 757, was killed. Although he destroyed all surveillance cameras along the way, our trace analysis experts still found traces of him going to the cafeteria.

But from analyzing the bodies of those who were killed, except for a few who died from daggers, most of them were shot, and basically every shot was fatal. "

The squad leader explained.

"Sharpshooter, but he doesn't seem to have this ability?"

Donald frowned and looked puzzled.

Mutants with the potential to be sharpshooters usually have either super vision or special motion capture and reaction abilities, etc. However, as far as he knows, Subject 757 has telepathic abilities and the ability to control magnetism.

"Maybe I should ask the boss about this kind of thing."

He only knows how to command operations, and research on mutant abilities is the boss's business.

But thinking that the boss was still angry, I gave up.

Anyway, he felt that even if he was a sharpshooter, without special training, he would be nothing.

(End of this chapter)