Shadow of the Beautiful World

Namor?

Hearing Lingdie say this name, a memory quickly appeared in Merlin's mind.

This is not the first time he has heard this name. When the first messenger of the Inhuman race, the Inhuman Tritan who could control water, left the earth, he said that he met a friend on the earth. He said that The guy's name is Namor, and he claims to be the king of the seven seas.

Merlin remembers this fondly, because Namor sent his pet, a large pure white shark, to bring Tritan back to shore.

At that time, Yiren said that Namor was preparing for a round-the-world trip...Well, it seems that the trip of the King of the Seven Seas may have ended in the waters of Mexico.

Of course, when thinking of Namor, Merlin will instinctively think of little Arthur who is still living with his father in Port Grace, Maine. Vico, the seaman of Atlantis, once told Merlin that Arthur may become a King of the Seven Seas.

But Arthur should be just 20 years old this year, and Namor, who has never met Merlin... who knows how old this guy is.

From your expression, you should know him?

Lingdie leaning on the head of the bed glanced at Merlin's expression, she said:

Being known by you, it seems that Namor is not an ordinary person. Am I wronged?

I've only heard his name.

Merlin stretched out his hand to stroke the hair of Spirit Butterfly, he said:

He is an Atlantean. He was born as an extraordinary creature. He should be of the royal family. He has excellent blood and strong strength. It is not unjust for you to lose. But I don't think you should be in such a mess. Even if you can't beat him, why don't you still fight? Can't you escape?

My ability has been unstable in recent years, genius.

Lingdie rolled her eyes, and she said to Merlin:

Don't forget, when I went to Canada to help you, I was also shocked by that damn weird energy.

Okay, okay, it's all my fault.

Merlin comforted Lingdie, he stood up, supported Lingdie to let her lie on the bed, and said to Lingdie:

You rest here obediently. I'll ask the guys who were captured by Clark and see what information I can get from them.

Lingdie nodded. She grabbed the quilt like a wounded little girl. When Merlin turned to leave, Lingdie suddenly asked:

Little man...

Um?

Merlin turned to look at her, Lingdie's beautiful eyes blinked, and she asked:

Are you going to help me out?

certainly.

Merlin pushed his glasses, and he said solemnly:

Someone bullied my good friend, and they seem to be doing some very bad things. I have to teach them a lesson, both public and private.

Oh, so we're just good friends now?

Lingdie gently lifted the quilt, deliberately showing her slender legs, she said softly:

Don't you want to go further? Look, little man, I'm very weak now, no matter what you want to do, I can't resist...

Hey, take a good rest.

Merlin's gaze rested on Lingdie's perfect legs for a moment, and he waved his fingers to close the opened quilt again. He said to Lingdie:

We're past that stage, and I'm in debt now...

whispering sound

Lingdie snorted disdainfully, closed her eyes, and waved her hand:

Go, go, the queen is going to rest.

Farewell, then, Your Majesty.

Merlin also cooperated very well, bent over in a very exaggerated salute, and then quietly exited the bedroom. The moment the door closed, Lingdie opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. With her hair down, she said:

Damn it...have I been single for too long? Now I can see that guy Merlin looks pretty...

Well, an illusion, it must be an illusion. It must be because I was too sensitive after being injured, um, it will be fine after a night of sleep.

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boom

Merlin pushed open the bathroom door, and he looked at the three ladies in the bathroom who were knocked unconscious by Clark and thrown into the bathtub, as well as the men who were thrown aside in a mess.

Well, Clark is indeed a gentleman, and he can't do anything to women. Compared with the men who were beaten badly, the three girls were basically uninjured.

Alas, women are really born to be treated preferentially.

Hey, don't pretend to be asleep, wake up!

Merlin clapped his hands, and he said to the three weird mutants who had woken up a long time ago but couldn't break free from the shackles of the forbidden demon:

I have something to ask you.

His fingers moved, as if controlling a marionette. In the black mist, the bodies of the three captives were taken over. They stood up stiffly, and followed Merlin out of the bathroom.

Merlin sat on the sofa in the living room, and he looked at the three people in front of him.

They wore black uniforms with the same style, and there was an exaggerated x logo on the belts of the combat uniforms. It seemed that the behind-the-scenes masterminds who made these mutants were deliberately imitating the X-Men. These three young Girls, even their hairstyles and body decorations are imitating the long-established X-Men.

The counterfeit Storm, the counterfeit White Queen, and the counterfeit... Well, girl, who are you imitating?

Merlin looked at the last girl, he really couldn't recognize which X-Men this short-haired girl was imitating.

After all, there are a lot of X-Men, and not everyone has seen Merlin.

The last girl looked embarrassed at Merlin's question, and she whispered:

Mystique.

Oh, Raven.

Merlin nodded clearly, he played with a cigarette, he said:

No wonder you have no sense of existence, but you obviously don't imitate well, or your understanding of your power is still too shallow, but this has nothing to do with me. Who... I want those secrets in your mind, because you hurt my friend, so I urge you to speak out yourself.

He pushed his glasses, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said:

Don't make me do it myself...that hurts.

The three girls looked at me and I looked at you. They looked very young and had little experience in coping with the scene in front of them. Moreover, their bodies were controlled by the black mist and they were unable to do any self-protection behavior, which made them very scared.

Yes, there was undisguised fear in their eyes.

God, they are still a group of real children, not qualified fighters at all.

Tell me, who sent you to ambush the butterfly?

Merlin asked.

The counterfeit Storm girl glanced at Merlin in fear, and she whispered:

We received the order, but we don't know who the order came from. We are just test subjects... In the 'home', test subjects are not qualified to ask more questions.

Maybe Namor knows.

The fake White Queen standing beside her also spoke:

He is different from us. He is a real fighter. He is responsible for training us, and he leads every task performed by the test subject.

tester...

Merlin savored the word, and after a few seconds, he raised his head, looked at the three young men in front of him, and said:

What's your name?

My name is... Number 17.

The fake storm girl said in a low voice:

This is the code name they gave me, my real name... I almost forgot, it should be... Sophie?

I am number 29.

The fake White Queen said with a blank face:

The previous 28 White Queen gene experiments all failed, and I was the only one who succeeded in the mutation, but I don't think this is something to be thankful for.

I...I am number 51.

The counterfeit Mystique with a low sense of existence looked at Merlin in fear, and she said a little at a loss:

I just left the lab 5 days ago, this is my first mission, I didn't hurt your friend, I swear, that's what Namor did, we were just responsible for bringing her back 'home' .”

Um.

Merlin nodded. Although these girls only uttered a few words, he was basically able to outline the outline of the matter.

This matter is more complicated than he imagined. From the numbers of these test items, it can be seen that in this place in Mexico, an unknown organization is using the genetic template of the X-Men to mass-produce mutant fighters. .

The good news is that their experiments weren't 100% successful, and the bad news is that if the agency has been around long enough, the number of mutant fighters they have in their hands should already be pretty staggering.

Ah, another illegal private biological experiment, another group of careerists hiding in hiding.

Merlin rubbed his forehead. In the past few years, he had some headaches from these emergent crises. Perhaps the rats with keen senses had predicted the coming chaos in advance, and they had already started to move in the dark.

The scale and depth of those activities made even a professional rat catcher like Merlin feel tricky.

Where is your 'home'?

Merlin asked again.

This time, the three girls who were questioned shook their heads in unison, and the fake White Queen with the most mature personality said to Merlin:

We don't know that each mission is directly sent out by the aircraft. We only know that it is a large laboratory with many test items and test materials. It is tightly guarded and is a truly militarized organization.

But, it should be in a swamp somewhere.

The most timid fake Mystique whispered:

When I was sent out this time, I smelled the swamp ... I know that smell very well, I grew up in a small town on the edge of the swamp.

Well, you are very cooperative, I like this attitude.

Merlin stood up, and he walked in front of the fake White Queen. He looked at this girl whose aura was very similar to the real White Queen, they all belonged to the iceberg beauty type.

He looked into her eyes, and he said:

But I still need to make sure...don't resist, if you don't resist, it won't hurt...

With bad words in his mouth, Merlin reached out and took off Icarus. During the insanity spell, his spirit invaded the consciousness of the fake White Queen in front of him. As a new mutant cultivated with the White Queen's gene fragment, this girl also inherited the White Queen's super spiritual power, but under Merlin's warning, she did not resist this search for memory.

She is the most mature of these new mutants, and she knows very well that whether it is the man who defeated them so destructively before, or the gloomy man in front of her, they are not something that these experimental products with poor combat experience can resist.

Recalcitrance can only lead to self-destruction, not to mention, the group of bastards who used them as guinea pigs did not treat them well...

For the sake of explosive collars, why do you want to help those villains who care about human lives?

Merlin quickly browsed the memory of the girl in front of him. He saw the situation in that home, which was like a very large hospital, with many laboratories and dormitory areas.

Among the experimental materials, there are adults like these young people, but more are children.

Children of all skin colors and from various countries were collected into that home. Within a few days, some children would be taken away, inoculated with the x-gene fragment, and then just like Ajax treated Wayne Like Germany, those bastards abused these children in various ways to make them activate mutant abilities.

Of course Merlin knew why these damn bastards were experimenting with children.

He once talked with Professor Charles that children who have not yet grown up have greater potential, and most mutants also have the ability to awaken in childhood, so compared to adults, children are more suitable for mutant catalytic experiments material.

Merlin was like a bystander, looking at the memory in the girl's mind, those desperate corridors, those desperate cries for help, and suppressed cries, it was like a hell full of malice.

The last scene in the memory of the fake White Queen is the lower floor of the building, those small bodies that were covered with white cloth and pushed into it...

That was a failed experiment...

Merlin withdrew from memory, and he didn't need to read any more.

The White Queen whose memory was searched was pale, her body was crumbling, and Merlin's consciousness brought terrible pressure on her. If it wasn't for puppetry controlling her body, she might have collapsed.

Merlin lifted the puppetry, and said to the fake Storm and the fake Mystique beside him in a gentle tone:

Take care of your friends and wait here.

He ordered that on Icarus' lens, the communication to Coulson had also been connected, and Merlin said to Coulson:

Convene the s.d.o.l.d. operation team. I also need at least 50 Aegis demon hunters and the 'watch' team from the ghost base to gather the Thunder Special Attack Team.

I'll send you the staging location later...it's going to be an annihilation operation.

Okay, Chief.

Coulson responded bluntly. Merlin hung up the communication. He looked back at the three trembling girls sitting on the sofa. He pushed his glasses and said softly:

Ah, this is no longer a personal grudge.

There are always some cancers in this world... that must be eradicated, for those souls who deserve to live in peace...

Despicable ones, you must die!