Elden Gulong in American comics

Underneath the empty laboratory, Locke saw a monster like the rhinoceros before. The horns of the Son of Omen grew out of his skin, and the red blood flames surrounded his head, making Locke unable to see the face of this monster clearly. .

"He is about to die, and his activity lasted for about twelve hours." Professor X Charles looked at his watch and said to Locke, "He appeared in New York yesterday, and he was the only one. He seemed to have escaped from the Sentinel Secret Service. of."

Locke stepped forward, and the bound monster raised his head and looked at Locke weakly. Gu Long grabbed his head and pulled hard, breaking his spine.

"This way we can see more clearly." Locke said, Charles behind him frowned slightly. He didn't want to hurt others, but there was no doubt that it was just a torture to keep this monster alive.

Before the words fell, the blood flames on the monster dissipated, revealing a man's face. Under Locke's gaze, his face gradually became thinner, pale and old.

The originally inflated body gradually shrunk like a leaking balloon. In just half a minute, a two-meter-high humanoid giant turned into a pale and thin male corpse. came out and fell to the ground.

Locke leaned over and was about to check the opponent's situation. At this moment, a stream of red blood spurted from the corpse's mouth and shot at Locke.

Noisy!

The same red thunder gun was shot from Locke's hand, burning the blood spurted out by the opponent. Locke kicked the fallen body and said with some disdain: "It's this thing again, the blood of the curse."

Professor X came forward in a wheelchair, stretched out his hand to close the eyes of the corpse, and said softly, "This is a mutant."

"But he's wearing the clothes of a Secret Service operative." Locke said, looking at the tactical vest and the Secret Service logo on the opponent.

Professor X nodded and sighed: "The Secret Service likes to use mutants as their weapons, and they are exactly the same as General Stryker in this regard."

"He escaped from a mutant prison in New York. I found him and wanted to help him, but it was too late." Professor X lamented that he may be the most powerful man on earth. Psychic, but not omnipotent.

"Okay, I agree with your statement for the time being, so give me the space." Locke stood up and extended a hand to Charles: "It's time to solve all this."

Charles asked with a smile: "Mr. Gu Long, what are you going to do?"

"Of course I flew over and killed them all with lightning." Locke waved his hand, he was always very aggressive in this kind of thing.

Charles showed a wry smile, lowered his head, and said in a humble tone: "I wonder if you would like to listen to my suggestion?"

Locke took a look at the old man in the wheelchair. If the character of the other party is too virgin, this mutant can be regarded as one of the best wise men in Marvel, so he nodded and said:

"Then let's talk."

"These people are very good at hiding, right?" Charles pointed to the corpse on the ground, and said to Locke:

"I used my ability to explore that area, but found nothing."

Locke nodded. The Blood God's servants have a wonderful ability to hide in the blood, which greatly improves their hiding ability, and their boss Munger is also the kind of guy who likes to stay underground, even in the junction. A wretched and well-developed super dog.

"So you should be clear that if you go there, the real enemy will hide before you make a move." Charles analyzed for Locke: "But if it is someone else, there is no such problem."

"I also have a student in New York, who can be dispatched with your team to take the opportunity to enter the prison and lure those people out."

Charles revealed his plan and simply lured the snake out of the hole, but it may be very effective for those bullying guys.

Locke flapped his wings on the back and nodded slightly: "But there is a problem here, neither your students nor my dependents can easily enter that prison."

"I can use my ability to escort the action." Charles pointed to himself. His telepathic ability can easily rewrite memories, and it is not difficult to help a few people get in.

"That's too easy to scare the snake. I have another method." Locke said, looking at Charles, with a smirk on his lips: "Mutants will be suspected if they go in, but ordinary people will be fine."

"Ordinary people, what are you talking about?" Charles asked puzzledly, but Locke took out a check from his pocket:

"Of course it's this 'ordinary person', Norman Osborn, the great patron of the Priory of the Holy Tree."

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At this moment, in the Osborne Group's president's office, Norman was bathed in a string of golden light. After a while, the golden light dissipated, and Norman's expression eased a lot.

"Thank you, master, I feel much better." Norman said to the man in front of him. This master from the Priory of the Holy Tree looked even weirder, with black hair all over his body, like a hairy man. people.

Norman also understands this kind of illness. It seems to be some kind of genetic disease. Because of his sympathy, the relationship between Norman and this master has improved a lot.

"Mr. Norman, I can't cure this disease." The ageless master shook his head, and put his thick black haired arm into his robe:

"Lord Holy Tree may have a solution. He has made a lot of efforts to cure similar diseases, so he has some results."

Norman smiled, nodded and said, "It doesn't matter, this is already very good, and I can last a little longer."

"Please also find the clues of the blood god's servant as soon as possible, so that I can talk to Master Shengshu." The master lowered his head, left Norman's office after leaving a sentence, leaving Norman, who had relieved symptoms, sitting in a chair Thinking about it.

"Servants of the blood god? According to the news over there, they seem to be collecting the blood of mutants." Norman called up a map of New York on the computer, and controlled the cursor to move on it:

"A place with a lot of mutants in New York...Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys...a junkyard in the suburbs...the sewer..."

While Norman was checking out the possible locations, there seemed to be someone whispering softly in his mind, which gave him a moment of inspiration: "Yes, I forgot, the place with the most mutants should now be It's the mutant shelter in New York!"

Norman clapped his hands vigorously, and dialed his secretary's phone: "Pick me up to the Sentinel Special Service, just say that I need to visit the mutant shelter."

"The reason, the reason is the need for research."