Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 83 Mr. Major General is a Devil

Crunch!

The heavy iron door was pushed open, and a ray of light streamed in.

The rhythmic footsteps echoed in the dark corridor, like a precise pointer, and finally stopped at the door of No. 12 cell.

"Azazuo, long time no see."

The Red Devil curled up in a corner, his hands were shackled by metal, and the two broken legs were simply bandaged, so that the recovery was limited to the extent that the injury did not deteriorate.

He heard the rattling sound of the keys, and saw the tall figure standing outside after the cell door was opened.

In the eyes, there is almost uncontrollable fear!

"I didn't run away!"

The Red Devil shrank back into the corner with all his strength, and the shackles on his hands made a crisp sound.

The arrogant arrogance of being a mutant has disappeared.

He and Gas Woman had been held in the interrogation room of the Strategic Science Corps before being transferred here.

In order to prevent the red devil with teleportation ability from running away, Luke deliberately confessed that there is no need to find a doctor to treat his injury, so that the other party can continue to keep his legs unable to walk.

Every time you move to a new place, you must remember to blindfold the mutant so as not to reveal the building layout and route.

Instantaneous movement ability sounds very incomprehensible.

The user can enter and exit any place at will.

The size of the movable range and the judgment of the spatial orientation are fatal flaws that cannot be made up for.

As early as in the battle at the Palace of Venice, Luke deduced the approximate range of the Red Devil's teleportation.

With a space jump, the opponent can move at a maximum speed of dozens of miles, which is difficult to target.

Therefore, Luke can only complete the "mutant containment" plan this time by making the other party lose the judgment of the spatial orientation and restricting the ability to move.

But surprisingly, the extremely long-lived Red Devil didn't try to escape.

"Azazuo, I won't do anything to you, don't be so nervous."

Luke smiled kindly.

The Red Devil didn't believe it at all, he just felt even more frightened.

There was a faint pain in the bandaged legs.

The young major general not only broke his own legs, but also beat the "steel shell" to death with his fists.

Every time he thinks of that violent image, the Red Devil shudders.

The seeds of fear took root in my heart and thrived, even surpassing the sense of oppression brought by Sebastian Shaw.

"Teslak, he is a mutant. Not only does he have the ability to teleport, but his physical fitness and lifespan are far beyond ordinary people."

Luke turned sideways, and Bolivar, who looked like a dwarf, poked his head out and took a look inside.

Red skin, slender tail, like a demon.

A mutant with dominant traits!

"A demon. I've seen an angel with wings in England."

Bolivar said silently.

He couldn't help but wonder what Mr. Major General did to the mutant nicknamed "Red Devil" to make him so scared.

"In the other cell is a woman who is also a mutant and can release poisonous gas."

Luke closed the prison door, and he has not yet completed the main task of "opening the third faction".

The gene fragments of "Chameleon", "Red Devil", "Steel Shell", and "Gas Girl" have been obtained, and the last one is still short.

It would be even easier to deal with Sebastian Xiao if he got the "leech serum".

After visiting the two mutants who were imprisoned, Luke looked down at Bolivar and said, "Actually, mutants aren't that scary, right?"

The dwarf scientist didn't know how to answer, he felt that the young major general might be a devil in human skin, otherwise how could he scare the two mutants speechless.

"I joined that... SHIELD, can I study them?"

Out of the prison, out of the dark, damp, cramped space, and the foul smell of decay, Bolivar asked the crucial question.

He couldn't wait to find the string of codes hidden in human genes from the mutants.

"That's why I recruited, Teslak."

Luke nodded, but he added: "What I want is not a weapon to kill mutants, let alone a body modification plan."

"I am interested in the mutants themselves. Their genes are a huge treasure house and the key to open the door to evolution, so I want you to draw a complete genetic map, find the key nodes of the evolution curve, and decipher that mysterious period." genetic code."

Luke has little interest in persecuting mutants, they are a good card to control and master.

There is no need to forcefully push yourself into the enemy camp. Why use violence when you can sit down and negotiate?

certainly--

The premise of all this is that the negotiation conditions and negotiation rules are all formulated by oneself.

Otherwise, it's better to just lift the table!

"I'm such a pacifist."

Luke thought so.

"Understood, General."

Bolivar swallowed. In fact, he wanted to study weapons to exterminate mutants.

The blue planet that breeds life under our feet may not be able to withstand the resource consumption of two intelligent races.

This racial war of survival will happen sooner or later.

The dwarf scientist looked up at the calm Luke, and he vaguely felt that Mr. Major General knew this.

In other words, this is exactly the result the other party expected to see.

"But... what good does war do to Major General Carville?"

Bolivar pushed his glasses, thinking with some doubts.

If it is for promotion, it is impossible for the 20-year-old young major general to be promoted again in a short period of time, and the military will at most give some honorary awards.

Moreover, at Luke's age, he only needs to work steadily, accumulate qualifications and background, and his future achievements are absolutely limitless.

There is no need to use mutants to achieve your goals!

"Teslak, after dealing with the matter at hand, remember to report to S.H.I.E.L.D. in a few days."

Luke didn't know what the other party was thinking. He warned: "I will ask the secretary to tell you the specific address when the time comes."

The office location of S.H.I.E.L.D. has not yet been determined.

The Pentagon is the Department of the Army and a national defense agency. It lets a bunch of agents and agents come in and out, and the news is not good.

Besides, as the first director, Luke didn't want to stay with various generals in the sea, land and air, and he didn't have any personal space.

"Ok."

Bolivar got into the car, no longer guessing Luke's mind.

The thoughts of important people are often full of strange things, maybe Mr. Major General is a war madman.

After sending Bolivar home, Luke asked the driver to drive to the airport. He had to go back to New York today.

"If I fly there by myself, it may take less than 10 minutes."

Luke leaned back in the backseat, laughing at himself.

Make yourself more like a normal person, which can reduce the vigilance and defensiveness of others.

The only advantage he has over Clark Kent in the studio next door is that he is a human being, so he doesn't have to worry about being rejected.

The saying that the minds of people who are not of our race must be different is quite correct sometimes.

Any creature will have a certain degree of hostility towards outsiders who break into its territory.

Even if Dachao in the next-door studio is known as the lighthouse that guides the world, he is still guarded by Batman in various ways.

"There is another mutant, where should I find it?"

Luke tapped his fingers on the seat, and a candidate came to mind.

He didn't have a deep impression of mutants. The only thing that was clearer was that guy, except for the two leaders who were still children, Magneto and Professor Charles.

"Connor, help me find James Howlett. He also has a brother. The two participated in the Normandy landing."

Luke ordered to go down, and with his energy, it was not difficult to find a soldier who had served.

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