The assault on Mexico's last resistance base was launched in the early hours of the morning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Under Logan's guidance, Red Tank and the others successfully found the place that looked like a corroded fortress.

"Drill into the ground. Red Tank said this over the walkie-talkie. In the rear convoy, the roofs of several armored vehicles responsible for the attack were lifted. The vehicle was equipped with a portable attack surface-to-surface empowerment missile. This is designed to deal with hard bunkers, or underground facilities.

The Red Tank is bringing elites this time, all of which are made up of mutants who have been formally trained and have super combat effectiveness or special abilities. Although the number is only more than four hundred.

However, their mutual cooperation and the weapons they carry are enough to match the combat effectiveness of several ultra-elite armored divisions composed of traditional humans. It can even be a little stronger.

With a scorching flaming tailfire. One after another, ground-penetrating missiles flew out. They first flew at an angle of forty-five degrees to a certain altitude. Then suddenly adjust the angle of his flight.

After reaching the designated target, the missile makes a turn, flying not upwards but downwards. And when attacking downward, he constantly adjusts his angle slightly. Until it falls from the sky at a right angle of 90 degrees and cuts through the earth!

Hundreds of ground-penetrating bombs were dropped at different times and in different places. In the same place, on the soft Gobi Desert in Mexico, these ground-penetrating bombs easily broke through to a depth of tens of meters.

Their eruption of flames and shockwaves pierced the silent night sky. The pillars of fire that rose into the sky and the sand kicked up by the shock wave were extremely dazzling on the Gobi Desert.

Nor can the world's most magnificent fireworks compare to the brilliance produced when a missile explodes. It was the flames of death, and around them danced and sang only the messengers of hell who harvested people's souls.

Logan turned his head away from what was happening. "I'm sorry. Logan read softly, his heart filled with apologies. But he had no choice, he had no way.

Red Tank looked at Logan's actions and smiled contemptuously, when the missile attack was completed and destroyed the underground palace into a big hole, exposing the entire base to the eyes of Red Tank and others, this was the moment when Red Tank launched a general attack.

Hundreds of heavily armed mutant warriors, dressed in powered bones tailored to their mutant abilities, marched in an orderly manner towards the resistance base under the command of Red Tank.

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When the missile strikes, Tony Stark is busy building and programming the sentry robots. His time is limited, and the Infinite Serum can only support him for half a year.

It was a period of time for his brain to run at high speed, like going back to fifty years ago when he was making the Steel Warframe. And now it's been three months. However, the entire manufacturing of the Sentinel Robot is only forty percent complete.

Tony felt a sense of urgency that he had never felt before. Because he's running out of time. As soon as the time of infinite serum support has passed, his brain will begin to age and decline rapidly. At that time, he didn't know if he could still see the complex data on these drawings, as well as all kinds of dense mutant formulas.

He's working overtime. Because it's not Tony's brain that's slowing down the whole process, it's the lack of resources and limited technical manpower.

It's not fifty years ago, and Tony can't muster all kinds of resources like he did when he was Iron Man. At that time, he held Stark Industries. A large number of raw materials are at his disposal, as well as Jarvis's intelligent AI assistance, and a fully automated manufacturing factory of his own, just below his villa.

If he had gotten this drawing fifty years ago, Tony would have dared to pack a ticket, and he would have built the first prototype in just a week. No less than two modified models can be manufactured within three months.

And in this Mexican base, he has no resources, no technical manpower. Although everyone is very enthusiastic about their work, this does not solve the problem of their lack of technical skills.

Tony has adjusted the supply of life support systems to the fullest. He increased the amount of sustenance in the respirator. A large amount of oxygen enters the bloodstream through respiration. It is transported through the blood to various organs of the body, especially the brain.

The high oxygen content brings more than enough stimulation to Tony's brain. Oxygen-rich blood brings enough nourishment to the brain. This keeps Tony in good spirits all the time.

For a moment, he felt as if he was back in his teenage years, when he was still a student at Mashen Polytechnic University. At that time, he always had endless energy.

But now Mashen Polytechnic has become a place where mutants are supreme. His alma mater has become like this, and Tony feels a bad feeling.

"It's time for you to sleep. Nightkin and Hawkeye walk into Tony's lab and remind him, "You're almost ninety Tony, and staying up late isn't a good thing for you." You are burning your own life. If you continue to do this, you may lose the effect of the infinite serum in less than half a year. ”

Hawkeye's words are not alarmist. Tony has stayed up very late in the last month. Although he is still in good spirits. But his body began to shrink. The body, which had slowly begun to become a little stronger because of the Infinite Serum, withered again.

This is not a good sign. Because this means that the efficacy of the Infinite Serum is beginning to wane, and it is starting to decline at a very rapid rate.

"Can't stop, guys. I'm running out of time. If I had written the entire Sentinel manufacturing process in the time I was still awake and had made a detailed instruction. So who will guide these young people in this complex work in the future?" Tony didn't even lift his head.

He was in front of the computer and quickly typing on the keyboard, listing all kinds of complex calculations.

"I'm going to get this done as soon as possible!" Nightkin and Hawkeye glanced at each other. In fact, they know very well that whether or not the Sentinel Project can be completed is really a matter of luck.

Because they lack all kinds of critical materials. It's a stroke of luck to be able to do 40 percent of the manufacturing work now. And even if the sentry is completed, will this sentry really be able to meet everyone's expectations to destroy the mutants?

But it's not enough to rely on one, at least a little bit more. Maybe hundreds of units will be needed. But it's so hard to make just one, so can it be done to make hundreds of units?

From Nightkin to Hawkeye to Spider-Man and even Tony himself, actually. They all have a kind of disbelief in their hearts, and even have the intention of giving up.

But they are still doing it. Because they want to demoralize the rest of the rebel base. The most terrible thing in the dark ages was not the shortage of materials, but the loss of hope. This group of old guys understands this very well, so they have a tacit understanding, and no one has said anything.

Nightkin and Hawkeye saw that Tony was so persistent that they stopped arguing with him. The two of them found a place to sit quietly, watching Tony check the formula and write the items.

In fact, the entire design and manufacturing process is nearing completion in Tony's now overtime work. He's just doing the final calculations now. After that, you have to find a suitable USB flash drive or something similar to copy all the files.

While the three old men were quietly doing their own things in the laboratory, the missile strike fell from the sky. The massive explosion and shockwave caused Tony to fall straight out of his chair.

"Tony!" the Nightkin shouted, rushing forward to protect Tony from falling debris from the sky.

"Enemy attack! It's a red tank! He's here with Magneto's first elite battalion! Our base is exposed!" Spider-Man rushed in with a shaky blast, bringing bad news to everyone.

"Damn! how did Magneto find out about this!!" Hawkeye held on to the wall to keep himself from falling.

The explosion of the missile lasted almost a minute, and Tony's laboratory was located at the very bottom of the underground palace. This kept them from being completely blown up by the burrowing bomb.

But the upper floors of the dungeon have already suffered heavy casualties. Forty percent of the Sentry Robots that had just been built were also destroyed in the violent explosion.

"The explosions have stopped! The Nightkin shouted when he noticed that the shockwave had stopped. The 1st Elite Battalion is Magneto's best group of attacking mutant troops.

Even if intact, the rebel base is no match for this armed force in a head-on confrontation. Not to mention being caught off guard by them. It's been attacked by hundreds of burrowing bombs.

Tony, who was protected by the Nightkin under him, patted the Nightkin on top of him and signaled that he could let himself go: "Hawkeye, hurry up and let Abraham and Millie come over." We don't have time!Nightkin Hurry up and help me up. I'm just going to get the last few formulas left, and I'm going to finish this code!"

Tony shouted at all his volume, "Hurry up! We've only got a few minutes!"

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Logan didn't see how Red Tank's men attacked the base, and he didn't want to know what would happen later. He just turned his face away, took a bottle of gin from his bosom and took a sip.

But the Red Tank did not give up provoking Logan. He said to Logan with a look that seemed to be smiling, "Rogan, do you know who is leading the resistance base here?"

Logan didn't even look at the red tank, he just continued to drink his gin.

Red Tank shook his head at Logan's performance, as if Logan's performance had disappointed him. He said in a nonchalant tone, "Ah, you don't care about all this, do you. You want to get an end to it so you can take your grandchildren and granddaughter to Canada and continue chopping wood, right?"

"Well, you really don't need to care about all of this, even if the leaders are Tony Stark, Nightcrawler, Hawkeye Barton, Spider-Man. Oh yes, and Professor X, Charles Xavier!" Red Tank said in a nonchalant tone.

And when one name after another was pronounced, Logan's pupils contracted violently. His hand holding the bottle unconsciously crushed the entire bottle. Amber liquor flowed all over the floor along with the broken bottles. Logan's palm was pierced by sharp shards, and blood flowed from the wound, and Rogan didn't know it.

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Hawkeye leads some young men and women to Tony's lab. These are carefully selected seeds. For this group of old guys, they had prepared for the worst a long time ago.

There were about twenty men and women in total. These are young people who have just turned twenty. Some of them are ordinary people who have awakened superpowers, and then they have been persecuted by Magneto.

The Nightkin took these people in and planned to raise them. In addition to teaching them combat skills, they are also taught a variety of other knowledge. Including the science that Tony taught them.

The team was led by Abraham and Millie. They are male and female team leaders. Tony called the two men to him. He taught the two of them a small USB stick.

"Listen to the kids. You should know what we're going through right now. Magneto found us. Tony said as he looked at the little faces of the two young men.

"They're scared. Magneto is scared of us. So he can't wait to get rid of us every time. Especially when we have what we can do to eliminate his regime. Tony gestured to the USB stick.

"It's all about how to make Sentinels, and a few of the improvements I've proposed. Take good care of yourselves. When the time is right, you go ahead and build these machines!, and remember not to let others find out about you!" Abraham and Millie's little faces were filled with sadness. The other young people had the same expression on their faces.

They know what that means. Long ago, when the Nightkin began training them, they had already begun to tell them what the worst would be.

"No, I don't want to leave you!" Millie cried as she grabbed Nightkin and Tony's clothes desperately trying to get out of here. She was saved by the Nightkin at the most dangerous time. For her, who has been on the run since she was seven or eight years old, Nightkin and Tony are family, and this base of resistance is her last home. And now they were going to tell her that now her family was ruined.

This kind of thing was painful, she had experienced it once when she was very young, and she didn't want to go through it a second time.

"There's no time, kids. Get out of here, we'll help you catch time. Spider-Man!Did the Professor bring it?, let him go with the kids!" the Nightkin shouted.

Without waiting for Spider-Man to respond, the professor's voice was already heard: "No need, don't drag these kids down." My old bones are of no use. It would be nice if you could help them delay a little bit. ”

The professor laboriously pushed the wheelchair into the lab: "I've seen too many students die. I don't want to see another young death. So, I'd better stay. ”

Nightcrawler, Tony, Spider-Man, and Hawkeye looked at each other, and none of them said anything to object. They herded the young men led by Abraham and Millie into a secret passage that had been prepared long ago. Let them escape from the passage.

When those mutant warriors appeared in front of the Nightkin and the others in well-equipped and lethal weapons. The old Nightkin drew his Thunder Knife, and although his hands were still shaking, he said to the others in a firm tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is an honor in my life to be able to fight alongside you. I had the privilege of fighting with a group of real heroes until the last moment of my life. ”

"Don't talk too much nonsense, Nightcrawler. Your whole life is just too much nonsense. Hold your trembling hands and kill a few more enemies. "Hawkeye has put the bow on the bowstring.

"At least I can die on the battlefield instead of in a hospital bed, it will be the honor of my life. Tony said in a wheelchair. And the professor of Char City, who was next to Tony, also nodded and said, "Me too." ”

"Don't forget me. Spider-Man finally sorted out his attire: "We've always been heroes, since fifty years ago. It still is. Everyone, let's give the curtain call to our last heroic career!"

With that, Spider-Man has already rushed towards the enemy, followed by Nightkin Hawkeye, Professor and Tony. In the final moments of their lives, this group of aging heroes launched a roaring charge towards death.

Perhaps in the beginning, they didn't expect much from the Sentinel program. Perhaps long ago, this group of old heroes had already despaired of this dark world.

But they used their old and crooked backs to resist all the darkness. As strong as steel, as tough as spider silk. The bent back carried the last expectations of countless people.

Even in this darkest of times, in these years when there is no light in sight. They still made their choice. They kept all their despair to themselves and gave all their hope to others.

It was those who encouraged them spiritually, it was the young people who fled with the flame of hope in the secret passages.

The decisive charge of a group of old people is not heroic and heroic, but it makes everyone know one thing: heroes are still heroes when they die!

Whoever said in the comment area that he wanted to give 10,000 rewards, now he can give a reward. It's already 13,000 words, and there will be a change later.