The Doomsday Wasteland is not to be underestimated, and quite frightening things can happen here at any time.

For example, Hawkeye's daughter wants to kill him to win the reputation, and for example, her former boss is still a ruthless character who can endure pain and wait for an opportunity to sneak up on him in his near death.

If it weren't for Mason and his party breaking into here, it is estimated that the end of Ashley Parker's "two or five boys" behavior today would be to be shot through the heart by this wasteland leader who killed Magneto.

The harsh environment has created a treacherous human heart, and after the collapse of civilization, even malice no longer needs to be carefully hidden.

The battered wolf tied up the mad wasteland spider girl with a chain he had snatched from the Ghost Riders, and then picked up the badly injured Hawkeye with difficulty.

"You'd better put him there, the bullet went into his spine, stop the bleeding first, and I'll treat him later."

Mason, who was studying the alien blow arrow, said a word to the old wolf and threw the hemostatic agent over, who obediently put the old man in his place, twisted the cap of the bottle and poured the potion into him.

"You almost popped your claws just now, didn't you?"

Mason wiped the blood from the blow arrow and asked:

"The anger in you ignited when you saw Clint almost beaten to death by his daughter."

"Just a little bit."

Logan did not deny it, he gasped and sat on the ground and whispered:

"It seems that Wolverine is not dead yet, and he is still thinking about fighting, but an old, rotten cage traps him. If you don't stop the bleeding from that guy, he won't be able to answer any of your questions. ”

"Don't worry, he can hold out for a while."

Mason glanced at the Wasteland Gang leader on the ground, and said:

"Let him be tortured a little longer so that he won't waste time making up lies to lie to me, I'm really interested in the last part of Magneto's life in this world, so this guy who ended Lao Wan's life with his own hands won't die."

As soon as the words fell, the information label of the alien blowing arrow in his hand popped up:

Destroyed Yaka Sentinel Arrows

Quality: Epic Engineering Creation, Perfect Craftsmanship [Damage Reduces Quality]

Characteristics: Acoustic Materials, Self-Propelled Engine, Continuously Variable Transmission, Super Penetration

Status: Repairable

Prompt!

This item is a throwing weapon that benefits from a bonus to shooting skills when used.

Maker: Yongdu Udon Tower

Item description: This cutie isn't just activated by the whistle, if you can modify its guidance mode, you can destroy an army of miscellaneous soldiers with just a fart.

"It's vulgar!"

Mason complained harshly about today's item description, and was put back in his bag by the golden whistle arrow with obvious welding marks, intending to find a time to fix it.

This is the best secondary weapon for a support shooter.

Stealthy and vicious, it's much better than Johnny's Gun Mason is using now, but he'll have to think about practicing his whistle skills from now on, or he'll have to replace it with something else

Of course, fart sounds will never be selected! It's a surprise, but don't think about it!

Mason-sama is embarrassed.

"Help Me"

The leader of the Wasteland Gang in pain on the ground let out another scream.

He was really uncomfortable, it was too painful to not live and die like this, even if he didn't save him and make up for a shot, so he could go with peace of mind.

"Magneto's business, say!"

Mason opened a bottle of inferior healing potion and put it in the mouth of the large, suspected Jinji man's son, and threw in a few drops of the elixir.

He reached out and took Lao Wan's helmet off the door of this guy's head, and stared at him while wiping the blood in his hand.

The latter knew that he would definitely not have any good fruit to eat today, and he did not intend to show his backbone in front of this guy, and after feeling the pain weaken, he gasped and said weakly:

"That old man, he was already dying, and we took him in, and he fled from the direction of Neo-Babylon, and the mercenaries of Hydra were chasing him.

It was we who protected him.

We also gave him precious medicines, and we didn't feel sorry for him. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you can't last that long."

Mason reminded:

"Tell me what I really care about."

"He wants to kill us!"

The leader coughed a few times, and shouted with difficulty:

"He's crazy, you know?

With his prestige, our gang has risen rapidly, and we wanted to take Hammer Town, but he stopped us, saying that we live with no dignity like rats, and that he should give us a good time rather than die.

We are also forced to helpless.

But the process of killing him wasn't as hard as I thought, and it wasn't until the sentry arrow pierced his heart that I realized that the once-mighty Magneto was an empty shell.

The magnetic force he was so proud of couldn't even stop the broken whistle arrow.

We were bluffed by him for years. ”

"It does sound like something the old man could do, but where did this whistle arrow come from?"

Mason asks:

"Where did you pick it up?"

"Ahem in the desert, a crashed ship, there are some weird guys in it, Magneto helped us open the hatch, but it was blown up inside, I found it in the head of an unlucky ghost."

The head now only wants a quick death, and he knows everything about Mason's problems.

He said:

"I begged Magneto to help me modify him, but he refused, and then I realized that he was not unwilling, he couldn't do it, otherwise how would I dare to rebel against such a terrible person?

But he was right.

We're only here to suffer, and I can't keep up with these ambitious but stupid bastards without his prestige.

Ashley was just the first, hehe, bullshit leader, just a bug in the wasteland.

The old man left a letter before he died, which he hid under his seat.

Kill me, kill me. ”

Mason glanced at the old wolf, who immediately stepped forward and rummaged under the leader's "throne" made of scrap steel, and indeed found a bloodstained letter.

Opening it and glancing at it, he said to Mason:

"It's Lancheel's handwriting, I recognize it, but I use ciphertext, maybe I don't want to be seen by unrelated people, etc., it's a ciphertext that is common within the Mutant Brotherhood.

I can translate. ”

"Hmm."

Mason nodded, pulled out Johnny's gun, and aimed it at the forehead of the head at his feet, firing three shots in succession, giving the latter a painful blow.

"Take them with you, go."

Mason gestured to Kevin, and the ooze split into two men to carry Ashley Parker and Hawkeye, while the wolf spent his time deciphering the ciphertext, and a few minutes later they returned to the spider cart guarded by Harley.

"Drive slower this time."

In the back seat, Mason put on medical gloves and said to Hallie, who was driving:

"I've got to do a minor operation on Clint, and the bullet his daughter used to sneak up on his spine broke his spine, and the old man suffered."

"I think this girl should be sent to Arkham!"

Hallie stepped on Ashley Parker, who was knocked unconscious and locked under her feet, and said:

"It's a crooked madman like her, and how sad old Peter must be if he knew that his granddaughter had become like this.

And Xiaomei!

The last time I played house games with her, she told me that she must have a cute little princess in the future, and then raise her to be a hero as good as her father. ”

"On the bright side, Xiaomei will indeed have a daughter."

Mason took out the surgical forceps for the bones and bullets, poured the water of life and death into Hawkeye, and put him into a deep sleep, then sighed and said:

"That's half the way it happened."

On the way back, the Spider Car drove smoothly, thanks to the car's super suspension, which made Mason's surgery in the back seat go very smoothly.

The rusty warhead was removed, and after perfect debridement and suturing, the damaged spine was treated with a bone spirit, and by the way, Clint was able to repair the dark wounds that Clint had everywhere.

Mason checked Hawkeye's physical condition during the operation.

It is no exaggeration to say that there are injuries everywhere, the cartilage at the knees has been completely worn out, no wonder he is always a little lame when walking, it seems that this old guy has not been idle in the past ten years, he has completely survived one after another vicious battles.

"Didn't he tell you what he's been doing all these years?"

Mason asked as he threw away his medical gloves covered with blood, and the old wolf next to him shook his head and said:

"I never asked, and he never said.

It's probably a tacit understanding between us old guys, but from what I know of Clint, there must be an inside story about his insistence on going to Neo-Babylon.

He just looks chic on the surface, everyone knows how sensitive and gentle Hawkeye's inner world is, not to mention him, the letter has been translated.

Take a look. ”

The old wolf handed the bloodstained letter to Mason, and he wrote the translated cipher on the envelope, but kept it in his pocket.

Mason didn't stop the act.

He knew that the old wolf and Magneto had been undying enemies, but now in this situation, there was no point in dwelling on the hatred of the past.

The old wolf may just be collecting relics from his compatriots as a way to remember the lonely death of an old friend.

Mason looked down at the letter:

"This is a letter to my compatriots, if new mutants can be born in this wasteland.

I, Magneto, Eric Lansell, have lost my own people once more, I have seen the outsiders take the remaining young people out of this world, and I have no power to stop them.

Charles, who conveyed his last will to me as he was dying, said it was all a conspiracy.

I have a lot of faith in my dear friend.

After the Great Transfer, I traveled alone to New Babylon, rebuilt by the Red Skull, to find out the truth, but there was no truth there, only despair.

Once again, the weak Charles let me down.

He failed to prevent the end of the world, failed to see through the conspiracy, and failed to prevent his power from falling into the wrong hands.

The Red Skull has desecrated the remains of my best friend, and he has seized Charles's power!

The killer who started the nuclear war transformed him into a monster, but I was relieved that even after his death, Charles was still resisting, so Red Skull couldn't control that dangerous psychic authority.

I found some clues in the battle with him.

The ambitious Red Skull tries to make himself the god of the mind, but his little tricks are seen through by his fellow villains, and the conspirators behind him leave him in the wasteland as his cage.

I would have had a chance to kill the Red Skull.

But I realized that it was just his desire to die, not to atone for his sins, but to truly merge with Charles's powers.

Charles and I both know very well what the consequences of falling into darkness are if his psychic powers fall into darkness, and I will not let the monster born of pain be born from my hands.

So for the first time in my life, I chose to flee without a fight.

Those who have betrayed this world know very well that once the onslaught is born, they will not be restrained and restrained, so it is very likely that they will use some means to force the Red Skull not to commit suicide, and naturally they will not be able to complete the final step of complete integration.

The madman frantically provoked me, trying to use my hand to help him untie the leash that had been placed on him by his companions, thus advancing to a stronger and darker form.

But I'm not going to let him get his way.

The Red Skull's angry appearance made me feel a heartfelt pleasure, and perhaps rotting along with this wasteland was the punishment he deserved.

Not.

I felt that my time was short, and it wasn't so unbearable to end here, but even when I died, I was still alone, just as I was when I was born.

I'm sure this letter will be seen.

I'm sure the mutants who left their homeland will definitely come back, because abandoning their homeland is never an option for mutants!

If you returnees see this letter, then heed my advice not to approach Neo-Babylon! Don't give Red Skull a chance to free himself, let him rot.

Let him spend his ugly life in his kingdom of the garbage heap that he will be cursed with.

But if you have the power to destroy it once and for all, then do not show mercy to your homeland and destroy it completely, leaving it in ruins of the Dark Ages to be forgotten.

We, and the entire ravaged world, will thank you. ”

The content of this farewell letter from Lao Wan was very secretive, and Mason frowned again and again.

In particular, the description of the "Doomsday President" Red Skull stationed in this world reveals the tip of the iceberg of what is hidden in the wasteland world.

Listening to Lao Wan's meaning, the so-called world manager of Red Skull is just a defeated dog abandoned by his bastard friends who did bad things together back then, combined with the Warlock Grand Mentor's behavior of sealing this world for seventeen years, the gold content of this truth is quite sufficient.

"Have you faced a 'binge' before?"

Mason put away the letter and glanced back at the old wolf, who silently lit a cigarette, rubbed his head, and said:

"I have the impression that it was many years ago, but my memory is missing a lot, and it should be Professor X who used his psychic power to erase that memory to prevent the secret of the birth of the onslaught from being discovered.

But the Red Skull spotted it.

Eric made it very clear that Red Skull was a shameful madman for desecrating the Professor's body in an attempt to make himself into a Doomsday Assault. ”

"I'm glad I found the letter."

Mason looked up at the vast wasteland in front of him, and he rubbed his brow and said:

"My original plan was to kill him in the event of a conflict, and now it looks like that plan needs to be revised. Don't worry, Red Skull can't be spared, but we need to push his death back a bit.

I mean, reverse the order. ”

"Do you have a way to get rid of him?"

Logan looked at Mason in surprise and said:

"Without triggering the birth of the onslaught?"

"It's hard."

The captain let out a sigh of relief.

Then he took out the damaged whistle arrow and put it in his hand to analyze and think about the repair plan, and he said to the old wolf:

"But luckily, I've prepared some special tactics in advance for this situation, anyway, leave it to me."

(End of chapter)