The mutant brothers, out of bestial instinct, focused on Luke outside the battlefield.
Perhaps it was their remaining sense that told them that they should deal with the outsiders first, and then consider continuing to fight.
With just a few glances, Victor and Logan made their decision.
The former is on all fours, like a tiger climbing up a mountain.
The sharp claws scratched the wall and were firmly nailed into the concrete.
Using his hands and feet, he rushed up and reached the second floor in a few breaths.
That rough face full of beards was full of ferocious aura.
Compared to before, the saber-toothed tiger injected with Adamantium alloy moved faster and reacted more quickly.
"I just admire you iron-headed boys."
Luke said to himself.
Teslak and a group of researchers had already evacuated under his order.
After being injected with Adamantium alloy, conventional firepower had no effect on the two brothers.
Especially Wolverine Logan, this guy can successfully survive the shock wave of an atomic bomb explosion.
Unless Luke is cruel enough to destroy the entire dam base and bury these two crazy beasts under an incalculable weight of steel and concrete.
Of course, that's only if he doesn't want to take action.
With superhuman strength, it is not difficult to wake up the mad Wolverine and Sabretooth Tiger.
"Just think of it as a warm-up exercise."
Bang!
Luke, who thought he was a passerby, didn't wait for the saber-toothed tiger Victor to pounce on him.
A high whip kick that exploded the air and was thrown directly on the opponent's body.
The hard skull injected with Adamantium alloy exploded like a bursting watermelon.
The scene is quite bloody!
The outer skin tissue is like a ball of eroded paste.
The terrifying power peeled off the flesh and blood, and the silver-white skull came out.
At first glance, it looks a bit like Ghost Rider without the fire effects.
"Hiss! It's really hard."
Luke took a breath. As expected of Adamantium, this kick left no trace at all.
If it had been the previous saber-toothed tiger, his whole head would have exploded.
Bang!
Victor rushed up to the second floor, flew backwards faster than he came, and smashed deeply into the concrete ground.
Although he is now a veritable "iron-headed boy", relying on the hardness of Adamantium alloy, he was not shot in the head by Luke.
But the powerful force was like a 10,000-ton hammer hitting its head, causing the beast to faint.
Wolverine Logan, who was originally in a manic mood, suddenly woke up like a bucket of cold water when he saw his brother's miserable end.
who I am? where am I? What should I do
The three ultimate questions of life suddenly came to mind.
"Why don't you come up and give it a try?"
Luke asked with a chuckle, holding his hands on the railing.
Logan glanced at Victor, who had fainted, and quickly shook his head.
As a former sparring partner, he looked nothing like fighting Luke again.
That feeling of being hollowed out and sore all over is simply too bad!
"If that's the case, then get dressed. I really don't want to see the nakedness of two men."
Luke turned and disappeared into the lab.
He decided to find Marlena at night and give his eyes a good wash.
Logan stood there, staring blankly at the pair of silver-white alloy claws.
I feel like my life seems to be different.
"I've become stronger."
He thought so.
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Evening, 7:20.
The black car stopped at the entrance of a high-end restaurant in New York, and Luke got out first.
Tonight, he took off his crisp military uniform and put on a hand-made three-piece suit that fit perfectly, looking like a young aristocrat from the upper class.
"Come, hold your arm with me."
Luke reached out his hand and took Marlena's hand in a gentlemanly manner.
The Sicilian beauty looked absolutely stunning in a red backless evening gown.
Like a radiant ruby, it attracts the attention of passers-by.
"Shouldn't you be very busy recently?"
Marlena took Luke's arm and asked in a low voice.
"I heard from Paige that there's a lot of work that needs to be handled by SHIELD."
Luke raised his eyebrows and caught a key word.
"Paige? Are you close friends?"
he asked curiously.
"It's a secret."
Marlena did not answer, but smiled softly and said: "Alessandro has always wanted to see you. He has many ideas about the business in Las Vegas."
Luke frowned slightly and shook his head: "Let him talk to the Irish gang about this kind of thing. Las Vegas is a gold mine now, but no one has discovered it."
"The Irish gangsters have made a fortune recently, and they are prosperous thanks to their connections with the Kennedy family. Ask Cosa to find Uncle Frank, get a few leaders to buy shares, and work together to make the cake bigger."
"It's such a trivial matter that I don't need to come forward at all."
Marlena hummed. She was only responsible for delivering messages, not blowing wind on the pillow.
The two of them stepped into this famous high-end restaurant in Manhattan. The manager had been waiting for a long time, and with a smile on his face, he guided the distinguished guests to the private box on the second floor.
Luke chose a seat by the window and pulled out a chair for Marlena.
Then, he snapped his fingers and signaled the waiter to bring the reserved bottle of high-end red wine.
"You can try the seafood noodles here. The taste often reminds me of the hotel in Sicily."
Luke suggested.
He took off his trench coat and handed the menu to Marlena.
Outside the window is the night view of the Hudson River, with cruise ships and passenger ships slowly passing by.
The skyscrapers light up and are reflected in the river, giving it a dreamy feel.
"Why did you think of taking me outside today?"
Marlena asked while looking at the menu.
"After I found out that you were Italian, that boy John specially introduced this restaurant. I had wanted to come here a few weeks ago, but so many things happened. I will fly to Paris again soon to prepare for the peace summit. Maybe I don’t have much time to spend with you.”
Luke had a gentle smile and was a perfect lover most of the time.
"John? Is that the young man from the Kennedy family? I don't like him."
Marlena raised her finger and tapped her lips, as if remembering the other party's identity.
"What? Did he have an idea for you?"
Luke narrowed his eyes, showing a hint of danger.
Although he does have a bromance with the Irish mob and a pretty good relationship with the Kennedy family.
But when it comes to the issues that men can't tolerate the most, they don't care about anything.
"That's not true. No one in New York dares to have thoughts about Major General Cavell's woman."
Marlena said half teasingly, half seriously.
After following Luke to New York, she gained a level of respect she had never had before.
The Major General sitting opposite him had given himself an extraordinarily decent, enviable and comfortable life by virtue of his incredibly fast promotion speed.
"I just don't like...the way JFK Jr. treats women."
Marlena sighed and said softly: "That will remind me of those days in Sicily."
"It's all in the past, forget about that."
Luke picked up the goblet and ended this unpleasant topic.
Not long after, the ordered seafood pasta was served.
Facts have proved that JFK Jr. still has some knowledge about eating, drinking and having fun.
This restaurant is very satisfying, just a simple seafood pasta with luxurious ingredients.
King crab legs, large prawns, squid, clams and mussels are all delicious seafood dotted on the noodles sprinkled with rich sauce.
Luke rolled it twice with a fork and realized that it was Italian angel hair pasta. It was soft but retained a certain toughness and had a good taste.
Coupled with the sour and sweet tomato sauce, paired with rich seafood, it makes people want to gorge themselves.
After drinking two glasses of red wine, a blush appeared on Marlena's face.
Under the orange light, it is breathtakingly beautiful.
After enjoying dinner, Luke wiped the corners of his mouth.
He signaled to the waiter that he could take away all the plates, leaving only the bottle of high-end red wine that was still a third full.
"Here's a tip."
He held a large bill between his fingers and handed it to the waiter.
The smile on his face suddenly faded, and his expression became a little weird.
"Any questions, General Cavell."
The waiter gratefully accepted the tip and asked enthusiastically.
"No, it's nothing. I want to enjoy the night view here, please don't let other people come and disturb me."
Luke regained his composure, and after the waiter left, he reached out and grabbed the funny beautiful leg under the table.
"Marlena, you're a little drunk."
Normally, this beauty from Sicily would not make such an outrageous and bold move.
"I remember you said before that you like to pursue excitement."
The slightly tipsy Marlena was in a happy mood, her red lips lightly parted.
There was a charming aura in his eyes.
"Are you sure you want to be here?"
Luke leaned forward and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Will you refuse me, Mr. Major General?"
Marlena asked, blinking.
"Well, I love this after-dinner show."
Luke puts aside his prudish side and reveals his true colors as a man.
After receiving the answer, Marlena took a sip from the goblet. With the sip of red wine in her mouth, she bent down and squatted under the table.
hiss!
Mr. Major General took a decisive breath.
Just like he said to Rogers, an occasional romance can often reap rich rewards. (End of chapter)