It was late when they crossed the Atlantic and landed on British soil, but Eric and his party did not have time to rest, and with the help of a convoy sent by the authorities at night, they went directly to the military camp near London, where the host was ready to receive the guests, nearly a thousand people served guests from across the ocean, and dozens of officers and high-ranking bureaucrats attended the meeting.

After a bit of hustle, the British gave as brief a brief introduction as possible to the current situation here, and also showed Eric and others a live video of the city of London, the capital city of Britain's largest city with a population of 12 million and the largest port at the moment, which was now in serious turmoil.

Dozens of police cars were toppled and burned, and civilians covered in blood could be seen lying on the ground groaning on the roadside. Recite.

"Hell, it's even more chaotic than Los Angeles in '92 and Cincinnati in '01, and you're just sitting on the sidelines and watching the situation continue to get worse, why don't you send the National Guard?" A US lieutenant general who accompanied him asked in surprise, but the other party could only smile bitterly.

"We've sent out the Homeland Volunteers, but here's how it turned out." At the signal of the British officer, the screen switched to another.

The sun had not yet set as the light armoured vehicles of the local reserve force drove into the turbulent city, but the riots had already begun, some buildings were enveloped in flames, smoke and ashes drifted high into the air, and rioters were firing at police cars and throwing all sorts of combustibles at the police. From time to time, a flash of fire could be seen exploding next to the retreating police officers.

As the armoured vehicles approached the rioters, the local army began to shoot at the perpetrators with rubber bullets and tear gas.

Some strange-looking young men stepped forward, undressed in the face of the approaching soldiers, and then twisted their bodies in full view of the crowd and gradually expanded, finally turning into terrifying monsters covered in dark hair, and rushed towards the terrified soldiers.

The Native Army is the ground reserve force under the British Army. The members are not full-time soldiers, they only need to participate in a minimum of nineteen to twenty-seven days of military training every year, they have no combat experience at all, and most of the weapons belong to small-caliber light rifles, each of them only carries a few rounds of ammunition, and suddenly encounters this kind of impact, half of them collapsed at that time, and the rest of them are irretrievable despite their strong resistance, and the frenzied werewolf can be seen on the video throwing the opponent down and biting it. Then he raised his head triumphantly and howled with his bloody mouth.

The British played a video while explaining the reinforcements coming from afar.

"The riot got out of control from the start, and we tried to talk to the werewolf leader Rucian. But he refused to contact him, and it is still unclear whether this was a demonstration or a full-scale attack, and the army was able to keep the werewolves in a few urban areas despite all its efforts, and it was very difficult to recover them. Even if order were to be restored on the ground, the underground railroad and drainage system would no longer be able to enter, a task that would not be possible for ordinary people. No matter how elite a soldier is, we can only rely on your strength to accomplish this mission. ”

The top bureaucrat sent by the Prime Minister spoke slowly, his attitude was extremely sincere, and although he still maintained the usual elegance of the British on the surface, anyone could see the anxious look in his eyes at this time.

"You're so powerful, why don't you use a nuclear bomb to bomb them into the sky, haven't humans always liked to do that?". One of the Brotherhood's attendees said coldly that they had faced this threat for a long time in the past.

"As a last resort, that's the last resort!" Someone in the top echelons of the British army responded decisively.

The confrontation was just a minor episode in the meeting, and it reflected the vigilance of both sides, although the mainstream opinion was still on how to respond.

Since Magneto, the leader of the largest organization, has already made a decision, and the leader of a small and medium-sized organization like Scott is also willing to participate, then the others have no right to oppose it, and they can only listen to it. And the situation is really not optimistic, especially when the British have come up with evidence that the bitten soldier was transformed into a werewolf a few hours later, even the most unwilling ones have nothing else to say.

Werewolves are the enemies of all humans, whether they are humans, mutants, or other mutants, and they must be eradicated in order for everyone to survive - and everyone here quickly agreed on this, and agreed to get into action at once.

"In short, the current situation is like this, the moment has come when it can no longer be tolerated, that it can no longer wait, and that decisive measures must be taken to stop the situation from deteriorating, otherwise soon the threat of werewolves will spread from the city to all of England and then to the whole world. At this critical time, I implore you to put aside your contradictions and join forces, after all, we are all human beings and live on the same planet. ”

The person in charge of the British side earnestly requested, everyone nodded silently, and then the deployment began.

Taking advantage of the noise in the conference room, Eric was outside, his team was ready, Bronsky and Deadpool were ready to go into battle to kill the enemy with maximum efficiency, Ivan was also wearing modified armor and was as powerful as a real war machine, and as for the fourth man, the personable gentleman, he was the last thing to worry about here.

"Boss." Fitz trotted over, holding a secret S.H.I.E.L.D. cell phone in his hand. "News has just come from the bureau that a seven-level alert has been issued, and Director Fury has asked for an emergency call with you."

"He wants you to answer the phone right now." Zhenma added from the side, the bumps in the road made her little face pale and looked tired.

Eric looked at his phone, but didn't pick it up, he knew what was going on there. As early as 1943, he had carefully analyzed the cube that had caused the accident and laid out some measures against it. Seventy years have passed, and several masters have passed away, but the seeds of power lurking in the Rubik's Cube are still there, and even due to their long-term coexistence, they have gradually merged with its host, and now there is nothing to hide from Eric.

He knows it well. Someone used this space gem to open a door and descend on Earth across a distant star field, and soon more outsiders followed, but he waited for this day.

The world has its own general tendency, which can neutralize individual efforts, but when a powerful external force intervenes, it has to make changes.

This will be the most far-reaching and lasting change.

The phone kept ringing, making a quick ringtone.

"Boss?" Fitz raised the communicator in his hand and urged in confusion, and Zhenma also looked at it.

Eric laughed silently. Take it and throw it on the back of your hand.

"Let's go." As he spoke, he walked towards the crowd pouring out of the room.

Fitz was dazed and was about to catch up, but Zhenma grabbed him from behind.

***

One hundred and thirty feet underground, there is the world's first operating underground system, which was used as an air-raid shelter during wartime. During the World War, an average of 60,000 inhabitants entered the tunnels every night, with a maximum of more than 170,000. At this time, there was no large-scale war outside, but thousands of men and women of different skin colors were still gathered. Most of them were dressed in tatters, and their eyes had a tyrannical gleam.

There is no sun, no moon or stars, only dim lights shining in the spacious subway stations and narrow passages that wind up and down like small squares. Such an old, rusty place is the habitat of werewolves. At this time, there was no more wind howling from the subway entering the station and the hissing of the wheels grinding the rails, only countless heavy gasps one after another.

To the outside world, werewolves are a legendary ancient race that has only recently jumped into the spotlight to openly demand power.

But that's not the case. All members of this race come from the same origin, and the werewolf leader Rucien is their common father, who arrived on this isolated island only a year ago. But a year later, he already had thousands of people.

Now the werewolf father ignored the children who were outside asking for instructions, and instead stayed in his room and stared coldly at the screen, which showed the city of London in turmoil, and the chaos on the ground was being suppressed little by little as superpower reinforcements continued to arrive.

"Wearing ugly tights and hanging a rice flag on your chest, but you're not Captain America, you're his shameful imitator." Roussian sneered at the people on screen, who were homegrown British superheroes who had just taken down two transformed werewolves.

"And you, a pathetic loser, who think you are a prominent representative of the race, can't even protect your own woman, so you can only hide from New York to San Francisco - why don't you stay and compete with that man openly - because you are a coward!" Cyclops is shown putting his glasses back on, and he has just used his red rays to eliminate enemies who are climbing the wall and trying to get past the line.

"And you." Lucien paused, then glanced contemptuously at the old man who had flashed by, the silver-haired man in a black trench coat who seemed to be unwilling to be discovered, and had always hidden behind the reinforcements and did not come forward.

"I know what you're thinking, but unfortunately you're just a fish in the water, and you can never jump out of the river and see the scenery on the shore. There will always be only one enemy of mine, and even if everyone forgets you, I will not forget that you brought me here, and this time I will not allow you to manipulate my destiny again. With a hint of mockery, Lucien looked at the last frame.

At this time, Eric was walking towards the entrance of the subway with a group of men, and as he passed the monitor, he suddenly raised his head and smiled at Lucien after the long line.

With a soft "bang", the remote control was thrown from the werewolf leader's hand, piercing the face on the screen.

Lucien stood up, his light blue pupils rapidly darkening, and then connected to an invisible link to the void. (To be continued......)