After reaching an understanding with the saber-tooth tiger Victor, Luke showed a kind side.
He waved and called over the young officer who was standing in a daze in the cell, and ordered: "Get him an identity plate. Victor Creed, a member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. task force."
"From today on, you will continue to serve."
"Yes, General."
The saber-toothed tiger with a collapsed sternum coughed twice and slowly got up.
The self-healing factor begins to take effect, and the shattered bones and injured internal organs heal at an astonishing speed.
The irritable old man who had been beaten was obviously much more at ease.
Most mutants who have not been severely beaten by society have an inexplicable sense of superiority and believe that they are superior to humans.
Sebastian Shaw and his spiritual successor Magneto all relied on this method to either brainwash or unite a group of compatriots.
"Teslak will definitely like you."
Luke saw the self-healing ability of Sabretooth Tiger, and couldn't help but start thinking about bringing in the opponent's brother Wolverine.
In this way, you will have a suitable sparring partner to gain proficiency in brushing skill cards in the future.
The saber-toothed tiger alone would certainly not be able to hold on for long, and with the rough-skinned and thick-bodied Wolverine, these two pairs of brothers could withstand Luke's violent output like a zombie.
Although he didn't know who the Teslak in Luke's mouth was, his extremely keen beast instinct reminded Sabertooth Tiger that that was probably not a good thing.
Thinking of the miserable fate of being reduced to a laboratory rat, a chill ran down his back.
The thought of running away came to mind!
"Victor, believe me this is not a good choice."
Luke seemed to have guessed it, and spoke eloquently: "You will become a wanted criminal by the military. Your photo will be published in the newspaper. You will face a comprehensive pursuit by SHIELD and various state and county police. At that time, you will have no choice but to hide in the mountains and old forests." , living like a beast.”
"You may not care, after all, you are a beast. But believe me, if you escape and are caught again, you will end up badly."
"I have a scientist named Bolivar Teslac under me. He is very interested in mutants. Maybe he will experiment on you in time, such as cutting your body in half. What will happen to you? Half of them start to heal themselves? Or, if you cut one Victor, you can get two Victors? "
The saber-toothed tiger was horrified when he heard this, and he could not suppress the fear in his heart.
Only then did he realize that the self-healing ability that allowed him to charge unscrupulously on the battlefield could also become a form of torture.
This young major general is simply a devil!
"General, I will never run away."
The saber-toothed tiger swallowed and made a serious promise.
If Wolverine saw his brother's elegant and easy-going look, he would definitely show a shocked expression.
This is not at all in line with the dynamite barrel temper of the grumpy old man who speaks foul words and brings out his mother-in-law in every sentence.
"By the way, what's your name?"
After some friendly communication with the saber-toothed tiger, Luke prepared to fly directly back to New York.
Before leaving, he stared at the young officer for a few seconds, vaguely feeling that he looked familiar.
"General, my name is William, William Stryker."
The young officer saluted.
Is this a special fate
Luke couldn't help but smile. He harvested a saber-tooth tiger, completed the main mission, and found the future mutant butcher.
Human resources +2!
Team combat strength +1!
"Striker, right? How long have you been in the service?"
Luke asked with interest.
The current Stryker has not experienced the pain of a broken family, nor has he met the destined perfect creation - Wolverine.
The whole person looks no different from a passionate young man, full of fighting spirit.
"Report to the General, one year and four months."
Luke glanced at the rank on his epaulettes, Corporal.
It seems that he joined the army not long ago, so it is no wonder that he appeared in the recruit camp in New Jersey.
"So Corporal Stryker, are you interested in working under me?"
Luke asked with a smile.
This 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 confused and even wondered if he was hallucinating.
This is like a fan going to the airport to meet his idol, but the latter said that his house is quite big and he wants to go to Kangkang... It seems that the metaphor is a bit wrong.
Anyway, that's probably what it meant. Stryker felt that all this was very unreal.
"Report to Washington, D.C. next week, Corporal Stryker."
Luke was too lazy to say anything more, so he just left a word and went straight to the sky.
The tall and straight figure tore through the sticky air waves and disappeared into the clouds.
The New Jersey recruit camp was left filled with eyes of admiration and admiration.
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same moment.
Florida has a long coastline of more than a thousand miles, and many islands are like pearls dotted on the blue sea.
This is a resort destination with numerous islands that maintain tranquility and pristine style.
Enjoy the stunning beaches, go kayaking and surfing, or spend an afternoon at the Fishing Rod Pier before feasting at a seafood restaurant.
All in all, the pace of life here is slow and comfortable, attracting a large number of tourists every year.
"What a wonderful place, where you can relax and forget your worries?"
At the beach bar on Anna Maria Island, a middle-aged man wearing a strange helmet sighed.
Holding a glass of beer, he sat down by the window, looked at the strong young man opposite, and said with a smile: "My name is Sebastian Xiao, a tourist here for vacation, do you mind if I sit here? "
The strong young man with long black hair, two strong arms and a bronze complexion shook his head and said, "Please do so."
He seemed to have no desire to talk. After giving a concise reply, 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 lose order."
The middle-aged man who reported his name did not know what was going on 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 hiding it, and said in a sincere tone: "Country, skin color, race, these are all external manifestations. I am a scientist, and I follow my inner thoughts and soul. The Third Reich's Extreme racial theory is too extreme and superficial. Does blond hair and blue eyes represent perfect blood? "
"Mr. Xiao, what do you think it is?"
The strong young man seemed to be interested and asked with a frown.
"Of course it's genes! Only genes engraved in the human body are spiritual totems truly worthy of admiration!"
Sebastian got excited and said while holding the glass of beer: "Genes are constantly evolving. From forest apes to today's rulers at the top of the food chain, what do humans rely on? The talent for learning? The ability to adapt to the environment. ? No! It is the instinct of evolution that drives us to experience genocide, the Ice Age, and the Black Death... The perfection of a race depends on genes!"
"The Third Reich believed that the Aryans were a superior race and that blond hair and blue eyes were a sign of perfection. It was actually very stupid. It was just the result of genetic mutation and had nothing to do with evolution."
The strong young man was a little lost in thought. He subconsciously asked: "Then what is evolution?"
"ability."
There was a smile on Sebastian's lips, he raised his head and took a sip of beer and said: "Humans learned to make tools and make fire, and got rid of the primitive era of ignorance. In mythology, Prometheus stole fire from the world. Is it just fire? No, it is the learning ability that inspires wisdom.”
"The degree of evolution of a race depends on its ability. For example, longer lifespan, stronger body, and more... distinctiveness."
The strong young man frowned and didn't notice that all the customers in the bar had already left.
A woman with snow-white skin and a cold face appeared behind him at some point.
The other person placed his fingers near his temples, opened and closed his lips slightly, and repeated Sebastian's words.
"Evolution is cruel, and superior races should eliminate inferior races, just like Homo sapiens replaced Neanderthals."
Sebastian said with a smile.
"Do you think that's right, Namor Mackenzie?"
The eyes of the strong young man were confused and gradually became hollow.
After a long time, he nodded firmly and said: "That's right. Evolution is cruel." (End of Chapter)