Elden Gulong in American comics

"That's great, but why should I help you?"

"Because of this, you and I have the same goal."

Inside the gate, there was a human roar. Locke looked up and saw a monster locked in a cage. The monster was wearing the clothes of the Sentinel Special Service, but his body swelled like a giant.

There were wounds on his body, and the blood that flowed from them dripped on the ground, turning into blood flames and burning.

"The person you want is hiding in the Sentinel Secret Service."

Chapter 39: Easy-to-use financial sponsor

Underneath the empty laboratory, Locke saw a monster like the rhinoceros before. The horns of the Son of Omen grew out of his skin, and the red blood flames surrounded his head, making Locke unable to see the face of this monster clearly. .

"He is about to die, and his activity lasted for about twelve hours." Professor X Charles looked at his watch and said to Locke, "He appeared in New York yesterday, and he was the only one. He seemed to have escaped from the Sentinel Secret Service. of."

Locke stepped forward, and the bound monster raised his head and looked at Locke weakly. Gu Long grabbed his head and pulled hard, breaking his spine.

"This way we can see more clearly." Locke said, Charles behind him frowned slightly. He didn't want to hurt others, but there was no doubt that it was just a torture to keep this monster alive.

Before the words fell, the blood flames on the monster dissipated, revealing a man's face. Under Locke's gaze, his face gradually became thinner, pale and old.

The originally inflated body gradually shrunk like a leaking balloon. In just half a minute, a two-meter-high humanoid giant turned into a pale and thin male corpse. came out and fell to the ground.

Locke leaned over and was about to check the opponent's situation. At this moment, a stream of red blood spurted from the corpse's mouth and shot at Locke.

Noisy!

The same red thunder gun was shot from Locke's hand, burning the blood spurted out by the opponent. Locke kicked the fallen body and said with some disdain: "It's this thing again, the blood of the curse."

Professor X came forward in a wheelchair, stretched out his hand to close the eyes of the corpse, and said softly, "This is a mutant."

"But he's wearing the clothes of a Secret Service operative." Locke said, looking at the tactical vest and the Secret Service logo on the opponent.

Professor X nodded and sighed: "The Secret Service likes to use mutants as their weapons, and they are exactly the same as General Stryker in this regard."

"He escaped from a mutant prison in New York. I found him and wanted to help him, but it was too late." Professor X lamented that he may be the most powerful man on earth. Psychic, but not omnipotent.

"Okay, I agree with your statement for the time being, so give me the space." Locke stood up and extended a hand to Charles: "It's time to solve all this."

Charles asked with a smile: "Mr. Gu Long, what are you going to do?"

"Of course I flew over and killed them all with lightning." Locke waved his hand, he was always very aggressive in this kind of thing.

Charles showed a wry smile, lowered his head, and said in a humble tone: "I wonder if you would like to listen to my suggestion?"

Locke took a look at the old man in the wheelchair. If the character of the other party is too virgin, this mutant can be regarded as one of the best wise men in Marvel, so he nodded and said:

"Then let's talk."

"These people are very good at hiding, right?" Charles pointed to the corpse on the ground, and said to Locke:

"I have used my own abilities to explore that area, but found nothing."…

Locke nodded. The Blood God's servants have a wonderful ability to hide in the blood, which greatly improves their hiding ability, and their boss Munger is also the kind of guy who likes to stay underground, even in the junction. A wretched and well-developed super dog.

"So you should be clear that if you go there, the real enemy will hide before you make a move." Charles analyzed for Locke: "But if it is someone else, there is no such problem."

"I also have a student in New York, who can be dispatched with your team to take the opportunity to enter the prison and lure those people out."

Charles revealed his plan and simply lured the snake out of the hole, but it may be very effective for those bullying guys.

Locke flapped his wings on the back and nodded slightly: "But there is a problem here, neither your students nor my dependents can easily enter that prison."

"I can use my ability to escort the action." Charles pointed to himself. His telepathic ability can easily rewrite memories, and it is not difficult to help a few people get in.

"That's too easy to scare the snake. I have another method." Locke said, looking at Charles, with a smirk on his lips: "Mutants will be suspected if they go in, but ordinary people will be fine."

"Ordinary people, what are you talking about?" Charles asked puzzledly, but Locke took out a check from his pocket:

"Of course it's this 'ordinary person', Norman Osborn, the great patron of the Priory of the Holy Tree."

……

At this moment, in the Osborne Group's president's office, Norman was bathed in a string of golden light. After a while, the golden light dissipated, and Norman's expression eased a lot.

"Thank you, master, I feel much better." Norman said to the man in front of him. This master from the Priory of the Holy Tree looked even weirder, with black hair all over his body, like a hairy man. people.

Norman also understands this kind of illness. It seems to be some kind of genetic disease. Because of his sympathy, the relationship between Norman and this master has improved a lot.

"Mr. Norman, I can't cure this disease." The ageless master shook his head, and put his thick black haired arm into his robe:

"Lord Holy Tree may have a solution. He has made a lot of efforts to cure similar diseases, so he has some results."

Norman smiled, nodded and said, "It doesn't matter, this is already very good, and I can last a little longer."

"Please also find the clues of the blood god's servant as soon as possible, so that I can talk to Master Shengshu." The master lowered his head, left Norman's office after leaving a sentence, leaving Norman, who had relieved symptoms, sitting in a chair Thinking about it.

"Servants of the blood god? According to the news over there, they seem to be collecting the blood of mutants." Norman called up a map of New York on the computer, and controlled the cursor to move on it:

"A place with a lot of mutants in New York...Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys...a junkyard in the suburbs...the sewer..."

While Norman was checking out the possible locations, there seemed to be someone whispering softly in his mind, which gave him a moment of inspiration: "Yes, I forgot, the place with the most mutants should now be It's the mutant shelter in New York!"

Norman clapped his hands vigorously, and dialed his secretary's phone: "Pick me up to the Sentinel Special Service, just say that I need to visit the mutant shelter."

"The reason, the reason is the need for research."

Chapter 40: Superhero Father

The Osborne Group, a large company with considerable achievements in the field of biological sciences, has made a career in Marvel, a place full of talented people, which has proved the extraordinaryness of the Osborne Group.

Now the Osborn Group has set its sights on genetically modified technology, and has successively produced a series of genetically modified organism products, ranging from bacteria that can produce more penicillin to spider silk with a special molecular structure, all of which are their top products.

Such a group naturally has some knowledge about mutants, or in other words, no biotechnology company can ignore the treasures of these mutants, but Norman has rarely been involved in research in this area before.

There was no other reason. If the mutant genetic experiments were done, the radicals among the mutants would really burn down the Osborne Building. Norman was an honest businessman, and he didn't want to do such a high-risk thing.

But at this time, he was sitting in a car, waiting to go to the mutant asylum in New York.

It is said to be a shelter, but it is actually a prison, which is mainly used to detain those mutants who have been exposed. Since the relevant laws were revised a few years ago, the sentences of many mutants have become much easier.

As a metropolis, New York also has the largest mutant prison on the entire east coast because of its population density. There are a mixture of mermaids and dragons in it, including executioners from the Brotherhood of Mutants and innocent ordinary mutants.

The car drove out of the bustling traffic in New York and came to a rather cold building. The big cold iron door opened a crack, revealing a man in a secret service uniform behind him.

"Hello, Mr. Norman, please get out of the car for inspection. I am Reed Strack from the Secret Service." Strack, who was wearing a uniform, saluted Norman and welcomed the arrival of the big boss.

Norman waved at the other party and stretched out his hand to accept Strucker's body search. After a while, Strucker made a gesture of invitation to Norman, and the two walked into the prison.

Due to the special nature of this place, Norman was not allowed to bring anyone with him, but soon, a fat man pushed Strucker away and said to Norman with a charming smile: "Hello, Mr. Norman, I am the supervisor here. Russell, you are welcome to come and visit."

"Well, I'm a little interested in the genetics of mutants, and you know, the Brotherhood of Mutants hasn't come out very often recently." Norman nodded and said.

Russell's eyes lit up when he heard this, and pointing proudly at the emblem of the Sentinel Special Service on his chest, "This is all thanks to us. It's not easy to catch those damned mutant criminals."

"Never mind talking about this, just show me around." Norman didn't bother to chat with the bureaucrat, urging the other party to go around here quickly: "The military has placed a big order with us, and we need to make a A medicine that can renew a broken limb."

Robert nodded understandingly. The mutants in the prison are actually divided into different grades. The most powerful mutants will be kept by the Secret Service itself, and brainwashed will become the secret weapon of the Secret Service. The middle class will be shunted to various laboratories. , used in various experiments.

Among them, General Stryker of the X Weapon Project is considered a big leader, and the rest are mostly laboratories with various military backgrounds. …

The weakest mutants will be kept in the prison. They are the facade of the prison, and they are perfect for coping with the inspections from the upper echelons and the sympathetic people.

Considering the strength of the Osborne Group, Robert thought about it, and decided to show the other party the mutants in the middle layer. These mutants are all treasures that can be sold for a price, and each one is worth a lot.

Norman walked in the prison, which looked like an ordinary American prison, but the special agents with live ammunition and the mutant gene detectors densely spread around told Norman that everything was extraordinary.

The two walked on the prison wall, and Robert introduced to Norman: "The place below is a windbreak, and each prisoner has an hour to let the wind out."

"How can you ensure that they can't escape?" Norman asked curiously, Robert smiled, pointed to his neck and said:

"Electric shock collar, this thing can emit thousands of volts of high-voltage electricity, enough to incapacitate most mutants."

"Ingenious method." Norman nodded. Compared with setting up a large number of security guards, it is obviously more economical to put a collar on each prisoner.

Spreading his hands, Robert was quite proud of the security of the prison. He pointed to the mutants below and said, "You came just in time. The prisoners just came out. I can introduce their deformed abilities to you."

Norman leaned on the guardrail, looked at the mutants with different shapes below, and clenched his palms tightly. Due to a genetic disease, his genes have actually undergone a mutation, but it is malignant. As long as it takes a while, his The body will become more terrifying than the mutants below.

If so, Norman can bear it, but his son Harry is still young, and he is willing to give everything he can for his child.

"No, there's no need." Norman shook his head and let go of his fist calmly. He hadn't forgotten what he was here for.

"I know some 'prisoners' are your treasures and won't appear here. Maybe we can negotiate a suitable business." Norman had a businessman's smile on his face, and Robert at the side understood it and leaned over whispered:

"Come with me, those prisoners are in the serious criminal area, it's very dangerous."

The two walked down the stairs, took another elevator, and came to the underground of the prison. It was very gloomy here, with white lights shining on the same white walls, and there was a trace of horror in the silence.

"We put some special restraint measures on the prisoners here to ensure that they are quiet enough." Robert introduced, and pulled Norman to the first cell, where there was something like a coffin:

"Kain Marco, the ability is infinite, and has a very strong sprint ability." Robert pointed to the inside of the coffin, and Norman discovered that there was a tall man restrained in it. The man's skin was red and his muscles were bulging. Looks like an out-and-out wrestler.

"But what the military wants is a medicine to regenerate broken limbs, not a medicine to enhance strength." Norman shook his head, Robert rubbed his nose and said with a wry smile:

"I have only seen similar abilities in Wolverine. If you want to find him, you have to go to General Stryker."

"Don't worry, show me more, maybe there are other similar ones." Norman wandered in this area unhurriedly. The further he walked inside, the more Norman felt that something was wrong. There seems to be a faint fragrance floating, a bit like the aroma of roses.

"Where is the front?" Norman looked at Robert and asked, and the other party wiped the sweat from his brow, and said in a low voice: "You also know that our Secret Service also has some laboratories..."

The voice gradually lowered, and Norman knew that the front was probably the human laboratory of the Sentinel Secret Service, which was specially used to study mutants.

"That's it, then I won't go forward." Norman pretended to understand, and patted Robert's shoulder. The other party let out a long breath, and immediately his body went limp, and he fell down.

"Osborn Group's paralysis toxin, believe me, this thing is not harmful to the human body, we have done experiments." Norman put away the ring on his hand, straightened his suit, and walked forward: "I have to go , Harry is still waiting for me."

Although he is not Iron Man, but as a father, at this moment, he will be a superhero for his children.

Chapter 41: Money Ability

In the dark underground cell, Robert's body collapsed weakly, Norman put away the ring stained with paralyzing venom, and walked deeper.

He has already looked around, perhaps because the laboratory ahead is not legal, there are no cameras here.

Norman pulled Robert up, put it on his shoulders, and led him forward. Although Norman was almost 50 years old, he was well maintained and exercised on weekdays, so it was not considered to be carrying the fat Robert. Too much effort.