Elden Gulong in American comics

When an ancient dragon appeared on the bustling streets of New York, even the big hearts of New Yorkers began to notice that something was wrong.

The operators of the Sentinel Special Service looked at the small pistol in their hands that could not kill even humans, and at the ancient dragon that occupied the entire street in front of them, and put down the guns in their hands tactfully.

"Take me to see other places." Mikaela waved to Locke, turned to Steve next to him and said, "Don't disturb Locke's fun."

Steve reluctantly brought Mikaela into the crowd, and disappeared into the crowd within a few breaths, while Locke was calm and composed, with a humane smirk on the dragon's face, and said to the operator in front of him: :

"Now, do you still want to try it?"

The sentinel operators looked at each other, thinking of their salary of several thousand dollars a month, and finally gave up the confrontation sensibly. Unfortunately, not everyone has similar reason. For the police in New York, they are always in a state of tension. Empty magazine.

Especially when facing black.

Boom!

As a result, the sound of gunshots pierced the sky, and the sentinel officers turned their heads angrily, wanting to see which colleague was so brave and dared to drag everyone to fight with their lives, but what they saw was a police officer with a big belly, who just put down his hands Donuts in his hand, steaming from the muzzle of the gun in his other hand.

Locke yawned. The guns of the American police are famous in the world. The trigger is famously loose, but the kinetic energy is also famously weak. Some people can escape after being shot seven or eight times. Therefore, for the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Gu Long, this thing It's like scratching an itch.

Locke shot out a flash of lightning, knocking the guy who fired the gun down to the ground, and with a light hook of his finger, he hooked the guy in front of him.

While the fat policeman was trembling, the giant dragon gritted his teeth, and with a thud, the fat man lashed out, faster than Locke knocking him unconscious with the dragon thunder.

Locke was not in a hurry, lying on the ground, the huge dragon wings cast a shadow, covering the mutant girl who was out of control just now, Locke lowered his head and asked:

"Have you calmed down, mortal, report your name."

The girl shrank into a ball, wrapped her arms with scales and sharp claws around her knees, and whispered, "Evangeline...my name is Evangeline."

"This ability is very interesting. It's a bit like those knights who eat too much dragon food." Locke said, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. Dragon food is a special ritual. Dragon power is gained by eating the heart of a dragon, so it was hated by dragons.

"But they don't have wings." As he spoke, Locke stretched out his fingers and touched the dragon wings protruding from the girl's back. The patagium was smooth to the touch, neither rough like ancient dragons nor feathered like flying dragons .

The girl exclaimed, and a little red light radiated from her paws, which seemed to be some kind of energy used for attack, but to Locke, it was like warm water, without much feeling.

But obviously, such a picture caused some people to misunderstand Locke, so a few minutes later, the Sentinel Secret Service and the New York Police Department received a message at the same time:

"On the boulevards of New York, there's a mutant who's turned into a monster and is killing it!"

People always like to add fuel to the story, especially after seeing Locke release lightning, many people have already called the police, while others seemed to recognize that Locke had appeared in New York, and began to invite friends to come over to watch.

Due to the numerous calls to the police with unknown truths, and the fact that the Hulk made a scene in New York a few years ago, the police department did not dare to be negligent, and took out all the spare police force in their hands, and brought the expert Sentinel Special Service to deal with mutants. Together, they ran up to Locke.

At this moment, Locke is squatting on the street, playing a cat-and-mouse game with several Secret Service agents in front of him. Locke is a cat, and several operators are mice. Whenever they want to escape, there will be a red ray Lightning strikes, forcing them back.

"Haven't you come to support yet?" An operator was sweating profusely and looked around frequently, but the people around just picked up their phones and filmed their embarrassment.

Finally, with the sound of sirens, the crowd of onlookers was dispersed, and a cordon separated the street. Locke looked at the several police cars parked in front of him and yawned boredly.

"I thought it would be more grand." Locke lowered his head, looked at the policeman standing in front of him, and raised his eyebrows: "Are you the chief?"

"I'm George Stacey, Chief of the New York City Police Department, Mr. Mutant, please release the hostages, we can negotiate conditions." George is very thin, unlike his potbellied police officers, he looks like a real man people.

"First of all, I'm not a mutant. I'm a dragon. Does Gu Long know?" Locke stretched out his finger and poked George's chest. The other party took a step back, nodded helplessly, and then changed his words: "Okay, Mr. Gu Long, you what do you want?"

Locke yawned, he was still waiting, and he replied casually: "I don't want anything, I just came to the earth to shop."

"As a result, these people will attack me indiscriminately when they see what I look like." Locke's wings fanned into a whirlwind: "Queen Malika, I am a peaceful ancient dragon, and believe me, I Do not eat people."

"Oh my God, he's not a mutant, he's an alien." Some people who heard Locke's voice shouted louder and louder, but the person Locke wanted to wait for hadn't come yet, which made him a little impatient .

"So I decided to give you a little lesson!"

As he said that, the Rockman stood up and stretched his hand to the sky. In the eyes of countless people, the thunder gathered in his hand. The red thunder was like a sun, making everyone dare not look directly.

"Fire, fire now!"

Director George didn't understand why Locke had changed so much, but looking at the crimson thunder gun in the opponent's hand, he had no choice but to give the order to fire.

But it was doomed to be in vain, the small pistol in the policeman's hand was too weak, and even Locke's scales couldn't be broken, only the sound of ricocheting bullets was heard, and there were a few white marks on Locke's skin.

At this time, the thunder gun in Locke's hand had been inserted into the ground, and red sparks were spreading on the ground. One store after another suddenly lost power, and this area of ​​New York City fell into a power outage under Locke's thunder.

Until then, Locke turned his head and looked at the mutant girl behind him: "Aren't you coming out yet, or do you want to talk about it?"

The girl lowered her head, then raised her head again, looking at Locke blankly, but an old voice came from her mouth:

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Mighty Gu Long, but for some reason, I can't get into your mind."

"Of course you can't, but this strategy is good, a powerful mutant..."

"Professor X."