Man of Steel in the comic world

Jean, no, Phoenix to be precise, withdrew her hand from Professor Charles' forehead.

With a calm look on her face, she said to Karl in an understatement: "Judging from the characteristics of the invading spiritual power, this kind of dark and negative spiritual power is full of negative energy. It is 'under all things', that's right, this smell , no one else will have it except him.”

Karl looked at Charles, who was still sleeping, and asked: "It seems that the culprit that makes Charles' state so erratic is the seeds planted by 'Under All Things' in his spiritual world, but even if Charles' abilities are relatively It’s special, and it doesn’t deserve to be targeted like this, right?”

Phoenix shook his head: "Charles is a rare fourth-level mental mutant. His brain is equipped with a brain wave control device. It will definitely be a trouble for 'Under All Things' who are good at mental control. If I were 'Under All Things' ', will also take action against Charles."

"Charles was in a state like this before the New York War. Although he relied on his strong mental power and willpower to fight hard, the opponent was 'under all things' after all. It is normal for the professor to have difficulty competing." Phoenix regretted. road.

"Then there's nothing we can do?" Karl frowned. Charles was a good man, and he didn't want to see anything happen to such a good man. "Your abilities should be very strong mentally, right? Can you help Charles?"

"Hey, you have to understand that I am Phoenix, not your obedient little lover. I enjoy destroying people. Since when did it become my job to save people?" Phoenix said dissatisfied.

But when she saw Karl looking at her seriously, she finally said: "The erosion of 'Under All Things' has completely integrated into Charles' spiritual realm. If I use my power to expel it, it will destroy Charles' spiritual world as well." Dropped."

"If that happens, he'll never wake up."

Encountering this kind of enemy who never confronts him head-on really gives Karl a headache. He would rather fight Doomsday for three days and three nights than face this kind of opponent who stumbles in secret.

Eric came to see Carl some time ago. Due to Charles's health, when Charles fell into a deep sleep, the affairs of the academy could only be temporarily left to Carl and Raven to manage.

Eric brought a piece of news that he didn't know whether it was good or bad: at the "Seven" press conference, someone saw a figure suspected of being Cyclops Scott.

The cause of death of Alex and others is a mystery, and Scott's disappearance must be related to it.

Eric wanted to find out all this for his old friend, but Scott just showed up briefly and was not found by Eric's people.

Clark, who returned, did not interfere with Eric's work. Eric had great autonomy in the affairs of the picket team.

Clark has recently been receiving dozens of times the artificial sun exposure in his secret base, hoping to increase his power as soon as possible.

In his opinion, the clone's own strength was still too weak.

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Locomotive has been in high spirits lately.

A well-known toy company signed an endorsement contract with him, and the generous remuneration made him earn a lot of money.

With money and fame, he pursued excitement even more. Not only was he a frequent visitor to the bar, but he also went further and further down the road of taking drugs.

A new type of "good stuff" has recently appeared on the black market.

The ingredients of this kind of pill are said to be added with the body tissue of alien invaders, which will cause a stronger reaction after taking it, and it is very popular among ability addicts.

Of course, the pills used as a gimmick are also more expensive.

However, the stimulation of ordinary pills is metabolized too quickly for the physiques of ability users. If you want to obtain lasting pleasure, you can only increase the dose.

The new pill perfectly solves this problem, and it seems to be created for people with abilities.

Of course, Locomotive will not miss such high-quality goods.

He was addicted to the excitement that the drugs brought him. He felt that the drugs could help him break through himself, making him run faster and be stronger.

So much so that he picked up the medicine bottle before performing his mission tonight.

"I'll just take one," he said to himself. "The excitement will keep me awake at night, no problem, I won't mess up the mission."

The task was simple, just a small problem of rioters robbing a bank. Although they were all armed with large-caliber shotguns or rifles, this was not uncommon in American life.

After all, free America shoots every day.

Locomotive put on his goggles and quickly chased the pickup truck driven by the thugs.

"Hey guys, I'm the locomotive, get out of the car and surrender!" The locomotive ran next to the pickup truck and knocked on the driver's window.

"Fuck! Damn mutant bastard!" The locomotive was greeted by a string of bullets.

The locomotive dodged the bullets nimbly, but he also lost his patience. Under the influence of the drug, he became more irritable. While spewing trash at the pickup truck, he ripped off the driver's door.

"Son of a bitch, come here and see how your father, the locomotive, stuffs your head into your anus!" The locomotive pulled off the steering wheel of the pickup truck and knocked off the driver's mouth with a backhand slap. tooth.

The pickup truck lost control and lurched into the slums next to the road.

In wealthy America, slums and rich people are separated by a road, like the dividing line between oasis and desert.

The pickup truck hit a telephone pole, and the engine roared a few times before stalling.

Several thugs with blood on their heads crawled out of the car, not forgetting to hold the money bag in their hands.

The locomotive looked at the guys in front of him leisurely and whistled: "Who just called you a mutant bastard?"

No one answered him, only a few guns were pointed at him.

When the gunfire rang out, there were no passers-by watching, and people in the slums closed their doors and windows for fear of being affected.

The locomotive shook its head excitedly and disarmed the thugs on the opposite side in the blink of an eye.

"The accent sounded like it was you." The locomotive walked up to a strong white man. This thug was sitting in the passenger seat just now. It was he who took out his Beretta pistol and shot himself first.

The strong man raised his fist in a boxing stance. The locomotive sneered and kicked the strong man in the crotch.

"Oh~ what is this? Is it the sound of the balls breaking?" The engine laughed loudly. He grabbed the strong man's hair and put his face close to the strong man. "Your anus is saved because I don't want to destroy your stupidity." Put your face in it.”

The thugs nearby were frightened, grabbed their money bags and tried to escape into a nearby residential area.

The locomotive kicked the guy's knee, and with a click, the guy's legs twisted into a weird angle, and he could no longer run.

He wailed and lay on the ground holding his legs.

"Let's play a game," the engine smiled at the few remaining thugs, "Police catch thieves."

"I'll count three to two, and you run away separately. The first three people I capture will be considered unlucky, and the last lucky person will be let go."

The remaining four thugs looked at each other.

"three."

A thug hurriedly picked up the money bag.

"two."

The other three thugs quickly followed suit.

"one!"

The four thugs ran away like frightened rabbits. Two unlucky ones even bumped into each other, but they immediately got up and ran in different directions.

The locomotive pinched his wrists and shook his calves on the spot, not in a hurry to catch up.He even looked at the Rolex on his wrist. When the second hand passed the mark representing thirty, he slowly and leisurely pursued the first target.

"First and foremost, don't run into the dark, because I will be the first to stare at you." The locomotive grabbed a guy who was trying to escape into the night and threw him towards the scrapped pickup truck.

The guy hit the bumper of the pickup truck and passed out.

"Meanwhile, don't try to break into other people's houses, otherwise I will think you are in danger." The locomotive appeared next to a guy who wanted to climb over the wall and hide in the residential area, and punched him unconscious.

"Inaddition, don't even think about stealing a car. You can't get away even if you drive it." A thug may be a habitual car theft offender. He skillfully pried open a car parked on the roadside. He had just started the car and had not yet run away. At the intersection, I was rushed by a locomotive.

The locomotive smashed the window, grabbed his hair, and pressed his face against the steering wheel. The guy cooperated and fainted.

"The last but by no mean thel east signifiponent is that, I will never let a criminal go, so the last lucky guy, I'm sorry, I just lied to you."

The last guy ran away along the road and had already run quite far. He thought that escaping in the stupidest way would be the least noticeable.

But the locomotive obviously does not intend to abide by the rules of the game. The so-called game is just a trick he plays on the criminals.

The locomotive rushed over quickly, and the excitement of the drug made him run faster than before!

"I caught you..." Before the locomotive could finish speaking, he had already passed through the body of the last thug.

He felt blood stains on his goggles, and his mouth was filled with a fishy-sweet taste.

He turned his head nervously.

What came into view were the remains of severed limbs all over the ground.

The stimulant effect of the drug prevented him from controlling his strength, and he smashed a living person into pieces.

Just when he was anxiously trying to contact the headquarters, an iron rod hit him hard on the thigh.

The sneak attacker possesses great strength, and an ordinary iron rod in his hand has more power than a firearm.

The other party's face was hidden under the hood. Under the dim street lights, the locomotive could not see the other party's face clearly.

Locomotive only felt severe pain in his legs. When he lowered his head, he saw that his thighs had been deformed by the blow with the stick.Broken bones are inevitable, and the extreme speed that he is proud of can no longer be used at all.

"Seven-man team?" the sneak attacker said disdainfully, "Is this how you uphold justice and fight crime?"

The locomotive staggered back, and he understood that the other party must also be a person with abilities, otherwise it would be impossible for him to approach him quietly and lose his ability with one blow.

At this moment, the locomotive's brain was working rapidly, thinking of ways to deal with the enemy.

The opponent did not rush to take action, but slowly approached.

"Listen, man, my life is of little value to you, and if I die, the pickets will definitely investigate. It's not a shameful thing to say, but I will never do such a shameful thing. If you tell me, I can give you a large sum of money in exchange for my life, what do you think?" The locomotive swallowed and begged.

The hooded man gently knocked the iron rod on his hand and said in a low voice: "Look at you like this. Eric will definitely cry in shame if he knows you are such a virtuous person, right?"

He lifted his hood, revealing a sickly pale face.

"Scott!?" The locomotive exclaimed, "Aren't you missing?"

"I'm tired of that place in the academy. I just want to stay away from the war." Scott pretended to be sad and said, "My brother died, which makes me feel that having abilities is not a good thing."

"I want to exile myself and hide in the lives of ordinary people." Scott paused, but then changed his tone, "But to think that a guy like you can actually become a so-called superhero... Hum, again Are you on drugs? Look at the stupid things you did."

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Locomotive crawled and hugged Scott's shoes, "You won't kill me, right? We have known each other for so long, I have been taught a lesson, let me go. ..please let me go, okay?”

Scott took out his foot that was hugged by the locomotive in disgust. He squatted down and gently slapped the locomotive on the face with the back of his hand: "I just happened to encounter your scandal today. I can't stand it, so I will teach you a lesson." I don’t want to go back to that rigid place.”

"You have to treat everything about me today as if it never happened, and you are not allowed to tell anyone, especially Eric and Carl, do you understand?" Scott's eyes glowed slightly with scarlet light.

"I know...I know." The locomotive nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"I don't want to run around anymore. If you tell others that I am in this city, it will cause me a lot of trouble." Scott added.

The locomotive was so busy claiming so.

"Okay, I'm leaving. Don't do such stupid things in the future. Clean up the mess yourself, idiot." Scott stood up, covered his head with his hood again, and slowly walked into the darkness.

The locomotive turned over and leaned against the wall. He took a few big breaths and stared at the dark place where Scott disappeared for a long time before he finally felt relieved.

After a long internal struggle, he finally took out his communicator and dialed a special number.

Soon, the communicator was connected.

The locomotive's voice trembled and he said intermittently: "Mr. Eric...I...I met Scott..."

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