[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Wallace's report

A river of blood flowed outside the bungalow-like bungalow, piles of corpses piled up like mountains, and the sky was full of a full moon.

Logan was in the middle of the corpse, with his paws on the lock of the door, and with a click, the complicated locks in front of the Adamantium alloy claws were vulnerable to a single blow, and with the clattering sound, the heavy metal door creaked open up.

Logan Howlett walked into the narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor was a downward step. There was a red light in front of the step. Logan raised his foot and walked over. In an instant, yellow-green gas was ejected from the ventilation hole on the wall!

Logan sneered, and quickened his pace to walk down. The air was filled with yellow-green, and it looked like it was highly poisonous, but for Logan, it was just a little shortness of breath—he had experienced nuclear radiation, and experienced countless irreversible events. The Trauma, which never grows old and dies, is a lonely and immortal monster who walks the world.

He coughed, his eyes were red and he said: "Don't let others take your scapegoat, you are the only one who will die today, Robert Wallace—"

Logan Howlett is full of wildness, but his eyes are like a prodigal son who has found his belonging.He went down the steps. Robert hid under a nearly ten-meter-thick concrete bunker. Professor Charles said he had some mental problems. He hid in this bunker after the press conference, claiming that someone was coming to kill him—and indeed there was.

He kicked open the door below, and suddenly there was a burst of machine gun fire, and Wolverine blocked most of it with the door, but there were several bullet holes in his strong arm.

Being shot has long been a common occurrence. A person who is not afraid of wounds didn't even blink, kicked the door panel and flew forward, knocking several soldiers into the air with a bang!

At the same time, the wound on his shoulder healed rapidly, the bullet escaped from the wound, and hit the ground with a bang, Wolverine punched a person head-on to the wall, the steel claw pierced the skin, the nailed person screamed in pain, and then He vomited blood and died.

He glanced around, locking in on a bestial instinct that collective loyalty was the strange thing that made these soldiers go to their deaths with their guns.

Logan roared fiercely, a man attacked him from behind with a dagger, he threw the man away, pierced the man's chin with steel claws, and protruded from the skull!

Just when the poisonous gas invaded, the soldiers shook and fell down. Logan was covered in blood, his forehead was slightly wet with sweat, and he pried open another door.

Robert Wallace was in the deepest part of the bunker, the lights were dim, and beside him stood a taciturn Asian woman, whose head was covered with concrete more than ten meters thick, which could withstand the attack of nuclear bombs—sitting in a chair, shivering, outside the door The screams of fighting can be heard endlessly.

There was a suitcase on his desk, and white steam of dry ice was coming out of the suitcase. With the last piercing scream, Robert Wallace stepped back, his thin cheeks sunken, and his eyes Qinghei's face was pale, like a ghost climbing up from hell.

Then the last door opened.

Wolverine's white vest was stained blood red, and was scratched to pieces in several places. The damaged part of the vest showed strong and smooth skin, without any scars.

The soldier guarding the door flinched, but still raised the butt of his gun.

Logan raised his hand to signal that he was not in a hurry. His hands were covered with blood, and his fingers were sticky, like a lone wolf in the middle of the night.

Logan Howlett said arrogantly: "It's a pleasure to meet you, bastard."

Wallace's hands were shaking, and he said to Logan, "You, what did you come to me for?"

Logan smiled fiercely: "You moved my girl."

Wallace screamed: "I'm a government official! Try to move me, it's going to be harder for mutants! You wait and see! You can go back now!"

Logan Howlett: "Can we have a tougher time than when you were in that position? How did I not know?"

Wallace's pupils constricted suddenly, and he shouted tremblingly: "Then, that Song Xin betrayed you! You betrayed all the mutants, and you still protect her. After living for more than 200 years, you have lived such a hopeless life, Logan? Howlett--t?"

Logan said indifferently: "I found that everyone misunderstood me a little bit, I must make it clear."

"Saving the world, I don't care." He narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"I'm not a hero, I'm just an old man. Anyone who touches me is courting death—I'm very defensive."

Wallace's pupils trembled with fear, and then he shouted loudly: "Yuriko Koyama——!!"

The Japanese woman standing on one side with her eyes downcast had long nails, and her five Adamantium alloy nails pierced her skin sharply. Then she raised her cloudy, silver-white eyes!

Death Girl - Koyama Yuriko.

She still has Colonel Stryker's injection mark on her neck, and the injection mark is difficult to heal under the modification of Wolverine's gene. Her eyes are silvery white and cloudy, and her figure is slim and slender.

Wolverine said to himself: "In the rest of my life, will I still have to fight this woman?"

Yuriko Koyama smiled, raised her red lips, and attacked!

Claws to nails, Koyama is like an agile cat, Wolverine has a sense of indiscriminateness, Death Girl's movements are too agile, Wolverine can barely dodge when her nails are scratching, Robert Wallace shrinks into one side group.

Wolverine sneered: "If you want to say that you are quite miserable, in your last life—of course you can't say that, in another timeline, you worked for William Stryker and were given control agents—"

He blocked Koyama Yuriko's sharp claws, and said again: "——in this timeline, why did you come down to this point?"

Koyama Yuriko didn't say a word, she stared at Wolverine's deadly spot with cloudy eyes, and her ten sharp nails stared at the vital point everywhere. Wolverine couldn't resist, and Robert Wallace behind him tremblingly reached out and opened the lock of the suitcase.

— the suitcase was filled with dry ice, and in the center lay a light blue injection, the color of copper sulfate.

Wolverine bent down to avoid Lily Koba's side kick, and pinned her to the wall with his claws. At that moment, like a madman, Robert slammed the injection into Logan's back!

Koyama Yuriko's nails slammed into Wolverine's abdomen, Wolverine roared in pain, pulled out the injection stuck in his back, and stabbed Koyama Yuriko's lower abdomen like revenge—the light blue injection was in the About one-third of Wolverine's body was injected, and he roared and pushed the other two-thirds into Yuriko Koyama's body!

At that moment, Logan felt something was wrong.

The healing of his wound seemed to be slow, while Yuriko Koyama's wound stopped healing... The woman's eyes were red, the turbid color faded, and she vomited a mouthful of blood.

Robert didn't realize that the injection hadn't been injected into Logan's body at all, and laughed arrogantly: "Hahahaha——hahahaha!! You are nothing more than that!"

Logan pushed his claws inward fiercely, Yariko Koyama retracted her nails, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding.

"This is a potion that makes mutants lose their abilities!" Robert laughed shrillly behind him, "I never thought I could push Wolverine down with my own hands, hahahaha——"

Logan was taken aback for a moment, and Yuriko Koyama's eyes regained clarity, and she coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Gold, Wolverine—" Koyama Yuriko said with difficulty in English with a Japanese accent.

"I, I'm fed up... being controlled by others." Koyama Yuriko coughed violently, the corners of her mouth were covered with blood, she said indistinctly: "Thanks, thank you..."

Then she fell back, her pupils dilated, and never moved again.

Logan had a vague feeling - in the last timeline, Koyama Yuriko just wanted to say this to him.Before reversing the future, Koyama Yuriko was given Edman Alloy that far exceeded her body's load before she had time to say this sentence... But this time she finally said it.

Robert said sharply: "The venom developed by a Japanese company! It can degenerate the X gene of every mutant... I will promote it! As for the group of wizards, as long as you give them to them, they will definitely be able to kill them within a few decades." Wipe it out—”

Logan clutched the wound on his abdomen, the wound healed extremely slowly, and the injection took effect horribly fast.

Logan Howlett turned pale from the pain, and asked, "Why do you hate mutants so much, and also...wizards?"

Robert Wallace said: "Because they are not of my race, their minds must be different—how can these people be controlled? Tell me? Ordinary people can be killed with steel bullets and restrained by law, but what about mutants? What about wizards? What do I control them with? I could probably shoot a mutant, kill a wizard, scare them—but so much—"

Wallace's expression twisted, as if he was talking about something that disgusted him: "—so many mutants, there is always Colossus, there is always Wolverine, there is even Magneto, Phantom Cat...they are afraid of bullets Are wizards really afraid of bullets? Iron Armor Curse, Healing Curse... How can I control them? Why can't I hate things that cannot be controlled?"

Wolverine sneered, "I see."

He stood up, tossing the empty syringe aside, bleeding still from the abdominal wound, staining his white vest red.

In the dim light, Wolverine's muscles are muscular, and his bloody skin seems to be oiled.

"Ruler." Wolverine coughed. "Fear of the unknown, fear of new powers, fear of being out of control—fear of the young."

Wallace's face changed, and he backed away in fear, saying, "No, no——you were stabbed, didn't you?"

Wolverine grinned: "Coincidentally, I pricked a little... Koyama Yuriko was done."

"You bastard thinks that you should be our God, and those who are not controlled should perish--" Wolverine pressed the wound on his abdomen, and it was almost healed there, and he walked towards Robert Wallace step by step Walking over, he said one word at a time: "—the problem is, nothing deserves to be dominated."

Wallace turned pale with fright, shrunk desperately to the corner, and screamed, "You—this is intensifying the conflict! You have already made the public feel very unsafe, all—!"

"Contradictions?" Wolverine sneered: "It's quite interesting to hear this from you. Don't you just take pleasure in fanning the flames? By announcing the existence of wizards to intensify conflicts, use this kind of venom as a cover, and after a while Soon the public will see you carrying this injection and forcibly vaccinating every mutant—"

Wallace cried bitterly: "I was forced to—!"

The puncture of his steel claws hadn't healed, but Wolverine was used to the pain, as he was used to the long and lonely years, the cold mountains, the lonely moon.

Wolverine nails Robert Wallace to the wall.

"Betrayal?" Wolverine said harshly, "Being betrayed by your mother is called being wronged."

Robert Wallace's eyes were wide open, blood dripped down Wolverine's arm, and he was gutted, and when Wolverine let go, he fell to the ground like a rag doll, dead in a pool of blood, document scattered all over the place.

Logan Howlett picked up one, glanced at it under the dim light, and saw a piece: 'Proposals on banning partial rights of mutants'.

Then Wolverine took two steps and stepped on the empty syringe, which still contained a few drops of light blue, copper sulfate-like liquid.

Logan bent down and picked up the syringe.

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