By the time Wolverine and Sabertooth arrived at the motor hotel, a ruin came into view.

"This was washed by bombers?"

When he used to work as a sandbag in S.H.I.E.L.D., Logan learned a lot of new words from the young director.

Looking through the car window and at the ruins of the motel, he couldn't help but sigh.

The collapsed brick walls and cracked ground were as if a big hand had pressed down and razed the house to the ground.

It is hard to imagine that human beings can cause such drastic destruction, like a natural disaster.

Logan stepped out of the jeep, raised his hand to lift the yellow cordon that blocked the scene, and showed his license to the police.

The silver eagle emblem reflected a blinding light in the midday sun.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. business."

Logan, who was holding a thick cigar, stepping on leather boots, and wearing a leather jacket, said lightly.

He is dressed like a federal official at all, but has the wild temperament of a gangster.

With his rugged appearance and full beard, Wolverine is often categorized as "this guy isn't a good guy at first glance".

"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

The young policeman who reached out to stop the intruder hesitated, and did not let go of the hand holding the holster.

"Let them in, it looks like there's nothing to do with us here."

The slightly older policeman pulled away from his colleague and said with a smile.

S.H.I.E.L.D., led by Superman, is not a secret department.

Or, more precisely.

Its existence is not deliberately kept secret.

Anyone who pays attention to Superman and often watches the news should have heard the name of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I'm sorry, I'm a rookie who just joined the company, and I'm a little too nervous."

The older policeman sent his colleague away and then briefly reported the situation.

"We received a notice from the Highway Patrol at about 4:20 p.m. yesterday."

"The specific time to arrive at the scene is probably close to five o'clock."

"As you can see, the motel was badly damaged, but fortunately there weren't too many casualties."

"As for the boss and the guests, they were all locked in the back warehouse, and they left after recording their confessions."

"There were two wounded people, they came from Los Angeles on vacation, the man was a doctor in Monterey, the woman was a nurse, and there was an eight-year-old son."

"Fortunately, the collapsed house only caused some minor injuries to the family, not life-threatening."

"We also made a rough transcript before we took them to a nearby hospital."

The older policeman handed the document clipped to his arm to Logan, who glanced at it before handing it to Victor.

The two of them were dizzy at the sight of the dense words, and could only pretend to look at them for a moment, and then clamped them under their armpits.

"Did it be done by mutants?"

Logan let out a puff of smoke, he looked at the policeman and asked in a rough voice, "How are you sure?" ”

"The doctor and his wife said this, and the innkeeper imprisoned in the warehouse, as well as the guests passing by, can testify."

"They saw with their own eyes a strong man who could carry a car, and a blue-skinned weirdo covered in beast hair."

"Therefore, the preliminary judgment is that this is a mutant criminal gang roaming the country."

The older policeman said seriously.

"In the ruins of the motel, broken organs and tissues of the human body were also found."

"Presumably, it could be a battle caused by mutant infighting."

Logan and Sabertooth Tiger have no criminal investigation training, and usually rely on beast intuition, and they were stunned when they heard it, thinking that these state police officers were quite professional.

"By the way, the above information and conclusions were all summarized by the chief."

The older policeman pointed to the collapsed rubble of the motor hotel, where someone was bending over and pulling at the rubble of the brick wall, as if looking for something.

"He's also a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you may know him."

Logan narrowed his eyes and looked over.

The other party was a tall, dark-skinned man, dressed in a neat suit, with the S.H.I.E.L.D. eagle emblem on his chest.

As if sensing Wolverine's gaze, the latter bared a mouthful of white teeth and walked over.

"Hello, both."

The tall man clapped his palms and dusted off his body.

"My name is Nicholas Joseph Fury, you can call me 'Nick' or 'Fury'."

"Wolverine, saber-toothed tiger...... I've heard of two big names, the aces of Major Stryker's men. ”

Speaking of the latter sentence, Nick Fury deliberately lowered his voice so that no one else could hear it.

"It seems that S.H.I.E.L.D. takes this case very seriously."

Victor, the saber-toothed tiger, snorted coldly, and his attitude was not friendly.

Grumpy dudes don't like humans, and that's normal.

The mutant task force under S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been a loner.

Although, on the surface, there is William Stryker leading.

But it was actually Commander Peggy, or the director himself, who really gave the orders and gave the task.

With the exception of several joint Pentagon operations, the contingent rarely cooperates with the military.

On the one hand, the tasks they carry out are very difficult and dangerous, and ordinary troops cannot help.

On the other hand, there is a question of trust between the two sides, and on the battlefield, it is necessary to hand over the back to the teammates, and compatriots may be able to do it, but it is not possible to change to humans.

Whether acknowledged or not, racial divides will always exist and will take time to resolve.

"I've already sent the report to Washington, D.C., and Mr. Director is probably still attending Captain America's wedding, and he has told him before that it's best to keep a low profile about the Apocalypse Disciples and reduce the impact."

Nick Fury is worthy of being the driver who drove Superman, and he has a lot of ideas about the boss.

"So, I'm hoping to be able to work with both of you."

"I'm going to mobilize the police in California and do small-scale searches and roundups."

"The task of fighting is up to you."

Maybe it's Nick Fury's good attitude, and Logan doesn't say no.

He and Victor were tasked with containing the disciples of the Apocalypse who were wandering around the territory and preventing those people from causing trouble.

Wolverine looked at the grumpy old brother, exchanged glances and thoughts, and nodded, "No problem." ”

He took off the cigar with his right hand and pressed it into the palm of his left hand.

The spark burns the skin and makes a "sizzle" sound.

Logan, who has hardcore extinguished cigarette butts, twitches his nose and gives full play to his sense of smell.

"There are so many people and the smell is so mixed that it's hard to tell."

After a few moments, Logan answered.

When it comes to tracking their prey, the mutant brothers with beastly instincts are top experts.

"There were about thirty people, some of them were human breath, and some of them were ...... Mutants. ”

Victor also used his nose to search for information, he shook his head and shook his neck, and said to Logan: "According to the old rules, I will go here and chase the escaped disciples of the Apocalypse." ”

"Then I'll go over here. The residual smell should be a little lighter, and it should be a person. ”

Wolverine looked up at the sky, wondering if the guy he was tracking down was a birdman.

"Good luck to you."

Nick Fury couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the mutant brothers talking so well.

"By the way, add a piece of information."

"The magnetic field in this place is chaotic, the signal is extremely poor, and there have been strong pulses similar to electromagnetic radiation."

He pulled out a pocket-sized instrument, a gadget from Howard's lab.

"It detects electromagnetic signals. If you're going to track down the guy who razed the motel to the ground, it should help. ”

Logan studied the usage and took it into his arms.

The direction in which the grumpy brother is going, the smell is mixed and difficult to distinguish, and there are obviously quite a lot of people.

And in the other direction, the smell is extremely faint, and it is likely to be the murderer who caused all this.

For some reason, these disciples of the Apocalypse had infighting, which led to conflict, and then parted ways.

……

……

Westchestershire, Cavill Youth Talent Academy.

"What is the relationship between Ms. Frost and Superman, you say?"

The mischievous Raven jumped in front of Charles and startled her brother, who was reading a book seriously.

The latter put down the book and replied angrily: "Compared to the gossip circulating in school, Raven, you should be more attentive to your homework." ”

"Dim Sum...... Where to have a snack? ”

Raven's train of thought is obviously no longer on the same channel as Charles.

"I mean, you should do your homework, not discuss the principal's affair with the school manager."

Charles covered his forehead and said helplessly.

"But I'm curious. Every time Mr. Superman comes to the school, he spends so much time in the principal's office that he can't even see them during mealtime. ”

In other ways, Raven's cerebellum showed amazing observation.

"It's suspicious, isn't it?"

Charles shook his head and continued to read, indicating that he was not interested.

In his opinion, Superman is his idol, and Ms. Frost is also an adult worthy of respect.

They stay in the office and may just work on academic issues.

"Charles, Charles, Charles......"

Raven, who didn't get a response, circled around Charles like a noisy duck on Twitter.

The latter listened irritably, and his mind fluctuated, trying to stop his naughty sister from messing around.

Rumble!

The spiritual power that emanated attracted the flame crystals that swept through the sky.

The fragment "whoosh" crashed into Charles's brain, causing a huge shock in the spiritual world.

Charles only felt like his head was about to burst.

He was uncontrollable, radiating spiritual power outward.

Buzzing! Buzz!

The terrible bang suddenly echoed in the ears of everyone in the school.

"It's ...... Charles! ”

The White Queen, who was staying in the office, was disturbed for the first time, and directly entered the diamond form, shielding out the violent impact of spiritual power.

"Completely beyond the level of his age! This shouldn't be! ”

Emma stepped on her high heels and quickly rushed to the classroom.

Raven got closer, and had passed out.

Charles clasped his head in his hands, trying to retract the outgoing mental power.

But he couldn't do it, and he suddenly magnified his spiritual ability dozens of times, like a wild horse that had escaped.

Not to mention control, even control is a luxury.

"It's all right, Charles."

The White Queen walked with some difficulty, as if she had broken into the center of a storm.

She said in a gentle tone as she slashed Charles in the neck cleanly.

The mental impact of enveloping the entire school and creating chaos subsided.

"What the hell is going on?"

The White Queen stared at the fallen Charles, her brows furrowed slightly.