After finding a shabby apartment in Queens, New York, and arranging for the girls to rest, I walked out of the apartment alone.

Before leaving, I specially reminded the White Queen to be careful of the two naughty women who were so persistent in following me.

The White Queen gave me a strange look and almost slammed the door in my face.

For some reason, I took a taxi to Manhattan.

In the car, I took out a bottle of potion, calmed down, and tried to make a halluciation in my mind before drinking it.

The taxi arrived at Manhattan Island quickly, and since I didn't give a specific location, the driver turned around and asked, "Hey, man......" The guy stopped halfway through his sentence, his eyes fixed on him.

The reason why his words stopped was that the handsome-looking young man sitting in the back row had turned into a rough man with a bloodthirsty aura in a blink of an eye, and the sad thing was that this rough man was looking at him with red eyes at the moment.

"Poof!" Three claw spikes that glowed like long knives pierced the driver's seat back and entire head.

"Howl ~~~~~~~~~~~~!" On the main road, a terrifying scream resounded in the sky, and the surrounding drivers and pedestrians all looked at the taxi making the sound with surprised eyes.

"Bang!" The taxi swooped upward, and suddenly a large hole was knocked out of the top, and a rugged body jumped from the car to the middle of the street.

It was a man with stubble in his hair, his eyes were scarlet, and anyone he looked at felt his skin burned, and above his two fists, three long, knife-like claws pierced out, and the man stood with his arms bent and flat, and his legs stood in stride, silently with an unstoppable momentum.

"There's nothing wrong with this guy, is he?"

"Hey, man, what's wrong with you?"

"Is this cosplay**?"

The reason why an American blockbuster is an American blockbuster is precisely because there is a group of onlookers in the United States who are not afraid of death, and this stubble man stood still for only ten seconds, and immediately a group of people surrounded him, and even two black people went over and patted each other's shoulders.

"Mom, that paw seems to be real!" A fat little girl walked slowly to the stubble man's side and tapped the other's paws with her fat fingers.

The stubble man's head suddenly lifted, and the scarlet in his eyes had penetrated deep into the bone marrow!

"Roar!"

The man roared, and suddenly spun wildly, and the claws of his hands suddenly set off a wave of blood!

Before the surrounding area could walk past, pedestrians and drivers were stunned for a second.

In just a second, the dozen or so people surrounding that man all turned into a perfect pile of minced meat.

Only little girls, three or four years old, survived.

The stubble man stopped his body, and suddenly noticed that there was another survivor, and his claws stabbed down fiercely, but when he saw that he was about to pierce the little girl, his eyes suddenly appeared clear for a moment, but soon covered with a layer of black and red.

At this moment, a woman dressed in an ol-robin ran up and took the little girl away—she was not her mother, because the woman had died under the claws of the stubble man.

"Roar, ah!"

The stubble man raised his head to the sky and roared, and suddenly startled a shoal of gulls and herons...... As in all American blockbusters, the crowd of onlookers saw that the situation was not good, and they scattered like lost flies, and more drivers had to get out of their cars and run away from the lanes jammed like toilets.

Ignoring the men and women running around and screaming, the killing intent in the heart of the stubble man is getting stronger and stronger, and it is completely uncontrollable!

The man leapt to his feet and pounced on the loudest screaming woman......

……

Half an hour later, Westchester Mutant Tutoring School in New York.

"Professor! Oh no! The door was pushed open, and it was a white-haired storm girl who entered.

"Don't be ......in a hurry," a bald old man who was lecturing the students waved his hand gently. His appearance is solemn but kind, serious but very kind, and he is none other than Professor X. Xavier, at the moment, he was writing something on the blackboard with his pen.

Halfway through writing, his hand suddenly trembled and stopped, and he turned to the students and said, "Today's class is here, you can go back first." ”

Knowing that the professor had something more important, the students stood up and bowed and left, and finally a little girl who had already left came back through the wall and took away her notebook.

"How could this happen, was it the same thing you met with Wolverine before?" Professor X asked, frowning, he had apparently known something from Stormgirl's thoughts.

"No, at that time, he was clearly organized, and except for the enemy, he would not show a trace of killing intent at all, he was a cautious and introverted man."

"Did you send someone to solve this matter?"

"The one-eyed dragon and Jean are gone, but I'm afraid the two of them won't be able to control him."

"You're right, let's go!" Professor X, who was in a wheelchair, closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, then said.

……

Manhattan Island, Times Square.

The bustling Times Square turned into hell on earth in half an hour, with wailings, wails, crashes, gunshots, and all kinds of sounds. At the same time, the entire square was covered with rivers of blood, stumps and corpses littered the ground, and the air was hot and twisted by burning cars and corpses.

In the center of the square, a stubble man panting for breath was standing on a hill of corpses, his body stained with countless bloodstains, his shabby elastic vest now only a few strips of cloth hanging from his shoulders, and his jeans dyed red and black.

Around him, dozens of police cars and tanks were blocked around the intersection, and more than a dozen helicopters patrolled the sky.

York, as the sergeant of the Manhattan Police Department, was already soaked in cold sweat at the moment, he was far from expecting that the mutants who he looked down on at all would be so domineering and arrogant, even the police and soldiers had set fire more than a dozen times, but nothing happened to hit him, even the shells and anti-tank missiles only blew out a few small wounds on his body, but they would heal in the blink of an eye! On the contrary, every time this beast-like man charged, nearly a hundred people died! So far, he has killed more than 370 people, killing rather than injuring, because every wave of this man's claw will leave a living mouth! And he has already broken seven tanks and four helicopters at this time!

York felt the veil on his head go away.