Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 90 What Is Evolution, The Perfect Race Theory

After reaching an agreement with Victor the saber-toothed tiger, Luke showed a kind side.

He beckoned, called the young officer standing in a daze in the cell, and ordered: "Get him an identity tag. Victor Creed, a member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. task force."

"Starting today, you will continue to serve in the military."

"Yes, General."

The saber-toothed tiger with its sternum collapsed coughed twice, and slowly got up.

The self-healing factor started to take effect, and the shattered bones and injured internal organs healed at an amazing speed.

The irritable old man who was beaten up is obviously much more peaceful.

Most of the mutants who have not been severely beaten by society have an inexplicable sense of superiority, thinking that they are superior to humans.

Sebastian Shaw, and his spiritual successor, Magneto, all rely on this method to either brainwash or unite a group of compatriots.

"Trusk will definitely like you."

Seeing the self-healing ability of the saber-toothed tiger, Luke couldn't help thinking of bringing in the opponent's younger brother, Wolverine.

In this way, there will be a suitable partner for the proficiency of swiping skill cards in the future.

Only the saber-toothed tiger can't last long alone, and with the thick-skinned Wolverine, the two brothers can withstand Luke's violent output.

Although he didn't know who the Teslak Luke was talking about, his extremely keen beast intuition reminded the saber-toothed tiger that it was probably not a good thing.

Thinking of the miserable end of becoming a laboratory guinea pig, a chill ran down his back.

The idea of ​​running away sprouted in my mind!

"Victor, trust me this is not a good choice."

Luke seemed to have guessed it, and he talked eloquently: "You will become a wanted criminal by the military, and your photos will be published in the newspapers. You will face a full hunt by SHIELD and the police from all states and counties. At that time, you will have to hide in the deep mountains and old forests." , lived like a beast."

"You may not care, after all, you are a beast. But believe me, if you escape and get caught, you will end badly."

"I have a scientist named Bolivar Teslak under my command. He is very interested in mutants. Maybe he will experiment on you at that time, such as cutting your body in half. What kind of mutant will it be?" Half of them started to heal themselves first? Or, if you cut one Victor, you can harvest two Victors? It’s an interesting idea.”

The saber-toothed tiger was horrified when he heard that, and he couldn't restrain the emotion of fear in his heart.

Only at this time did he realize that the self-healing ability that allows him to charge unscrupulously on the battlefield can also become a way of being tortured.

This young major general is simply a devil!

"General, I will never run away."

The saber-toothed tiger swallowed his saliva, and made a serious promise.

If Wolverine saw the elegant and easy-going look of his brother, he would definitely show a shocked expression.

This is not at all in line with the irascible old man's swearing, and every sentence has the explosive keg temper of Mare Falke.

"By the way, what's your name?"

After a friendly exchange with the saber-toothed tiger, Luke was going to fly directly back to New York.

Before leaving, he stared at the young officer for a few seconds, feeling vaguely familiar with him.

"Report to the general, my name is William, William Stryker."

The young officer saluted.

Is this a special fate?

Luke couldn't help smiling, harvested a saber-toothed tiger, completed the main task, and found the future mutant butcher.

Human resources +2!

Team strength +1!

"Strike, right? How long have you been in the military?"

Luke asked with interest.

The current Stryker has not experienced the pain of a broken family, nor has he encountered the predestined perfect creation-Wolverine.

The whole person looks no different from a passionate youth, full of fighting spirit.

"Report to the general, one year and four months."

Luke glanced at the rank on the epaulettes, Corporal.

Presumably, it wasn't long after enlisting in the army, so it's no wonder that he appeared in the boot camp in New Jersey.

"So Corporal Stryker, are you interested in working under me?"

Luke asked with a smile.

This kind of bad taste of collecting plot characters is as addictive as drawing cards, only zero and countless times.

Obviously I was not a stamp collector before!

"I... can I?"

Stryker was a little dazed, and even wondered if he was hallucinating.

It's like a fan goes to the airport to meet an idol, but the latter says that his house is quite big, do you want to go to Kangkang... It seems that the analogy is a bit wrong.

Anyway, that's probably what it meant, and Stryker felt that all this was unreal.

"Reporting to Washington, D.C. next week, Corporal Stryker."

Luke didn't bother to say much, and left a sentence and went straight to heaven.

The tall and straight figure tore through the sticky air waves and disappeared into the clouds.

Leaving a look of admiration and admiration in the New Jersey boot camp.

……

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the same moment.

Florida has a long coastline of more than 1000 miles, and many islands are dotted on the blue sea like pearls.

This is a resort with countless islands that remain peaceful and pristine.

Enjoy stunning beaches, go kayaking and surfing, or spend an afternoon at the fishing rod pier before dining at a seafood restaurant.

All in all, the pace of life here is slow and comfortable, attracting a large number of tourists every year.

"It's really a good place, it makes people feel refreshed and forget their troubles?"

At the beach bar on Anna Maria Island, a middle-aged man wearing a strange helmet said with emotion.

Holding a glass of beer, he sat on the seat by the window, looked at the strong young man opposite, and said with a smile: "My name is Sebastian Xiao, a tourist who is here for vacation, do you mind if I sit here? "

A strong young man with long black hair, two strong arms and a bronze complexion, shook his head and said, "Please go ahead."

He seemed to have no desire to talk, and after giving a concise answer, he continued to remain silent.

"Where are you from? I came from Europe. I have to say, the war is really bad. It makes everything out of order."

The middle-aged man who gave his name didn't know what to say, and said to himself: "I have seen too many innocent people being persecuted and massacred. Not only the Jews, but also many... compatriots with extraordinary abilities."

The strong young man raised his head and said in a low voice, "Mr. Xiao, are you German?"

Sebastian nodded without concealing it, and said sincerely: "Country, skin color, race, these are all external manifestations. I am a scientist, and I follow my inner thoughts and soul more. Extreme racial theory, too extreme and superficial, can blonde hair and blue eyes represent a perfect bloodline? It's ridiculous!"

"Then Mr. Xiao, what do you think it is?"

The strong young man seemed to be interested, and asked with a frown.

"Of course it is a gene! Only the genes engraved in the human body are the spiritual totems that are truly worthy of admiration!"

Sebastian talked about it, holding the glass of beer and said: "Genes are constantly evolving. Human beings have grown from forest apes to the rulers at the top of the food chain today. What do they rely on? The talent for learning? The ability to adapt to the environment ? No! It is the instinct of evolution that prompts us to experience the mass extinction, the Ice Age, and the Black Death... Whether a race is perfect or not depends on genes!"

"The Third Reich thinks that the Aryans are a superior race, and that blonde hair and blue eyes are a sign of perfection, which is actually stupid. It's just the result of genetic mutation and has nothing to do with evolution."

The strong young man was fascinated by what he heard, and he subconsciously asked, "Then what is evolution?"

"ability."

There was a smile on the corner of Sebastian's mouth, he raised his head and took a sip of beer and said: "Humans learn to make tools, learn to make fire, and get rid of the primitive age of ignorance. In mythology, Prometheus stole fire from the world, he Is it only fire that brings? No, it is the ability to learn that inspires wisdom."

"The degree of evolution of a race depends on its ability. For example, a longer lifespan, a stronger body, and more... different things."

The strong young man frowned, not paying attention to the fact that all the guests in the bar had already left.

A woman with snow-white skin and a cold face appeared behind him at some unknown time.

The other's fingers were placed near the temple, and his lips were slightly parted, repeating Sebastian's words.

"Evolution is cruel. Higher races should eliminate inferior races, just like Homo sapiens replaced Neanderthals."

Sebastian said with a smile.

"Do you think so, Namor MacKenzie?"

The strong young man's eyes were confused and gradually hollowed out.

After a long time, he nodded firmly and said, "That's right. Evolution is cruel."

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