American comic book series: The beginning of fusion with Homelander

It seemed somewhat out of place with the surrounding environment.

In front of the Cadillac stood four people.

They are Stryker, Wade before he became Deadpool, and two other regular agents.

Of course, this is only superficial strength.

In other corners unnoticed by outsiders, there are actually some snipers that Stryker has arranged.

Judging from Stryker's formation, it seems he's waiting for someone.

"Sir, you know I'm a bit of a germaphobe, so the smell here is really making me uncomfortable..."

Wade started rambling on again.

"Shut up, Wade!" Stryker hissed at Wade, clearly annoyed.

Wade then reluctantly shut his mouth.

But Stryker knew it was pointless, because Wade would start again in ten seconds.

Fortunately, another car slowly drove up at that moment.

A man in a black trench coat with long, flowing hair walked up to Stryker.

The person they were waiting for finally arrived.

“I’ve said before, I’ll try to minimize unnecessary meetings and keep a low profile!” the long-haired man said to Stryker with some dissatisfaction.

"Only the weak seek to keep a low profile, while the strong solve problems, Lucien."

Stryker said in a meaningful tone.

Lucien wasn't there to listen to Stryker's lecture; he asked directly, "Speak, what is it?"

“Given how pleasant our previous collaboration was, I think I need to continue hiring some people from you,” Stryker said bluntly.

"No! Our cooperation ended a long time ago. I helped you catch the person you wanted to catch, and I did what I promised. But what about you? You still haven't found the person I asked you to investigate! Besides, you already have mutants, so you don't need my people anymore."

“No, Lucien, I need it very much. Logan is gone, Zero and Sabretooth are dead, my mutant team has fallen apart, in fact, I have no one else available except Wade.”

“This isn’t my fault, Stryker. You know my situation. I can’t expose myself! Three days ago, three of my people were beaten to death by an Easterner. I chose to forget about it, so I’m sorry!”

Lucien spoke without thinking, but Stryker, sitting opposite him, couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart.

Beating a werewolf to death is not something an ordinary person can do.

They might be mutants.

Moreover, that person was an Asian?

Stryker commissioned a portrait artist to draw the portrait of the killer who murdered the saber-toothed tiger, who appeared to be an Asian as well.

Although it was dark at the time, the witnesses could not see very clearly, which seriously affected the accuracy of the portrait.

But whether they are Westerners or Easterners, there is no mistake.

Chapter 030 Charles Returns

Just as Stryker and Lucien were plotting, a plane flew back to New York from the Soviet Union.

Then a car sped up and appeared at top speed at the CIA secret base, which was almost completely destroyed.

"Jesus Christ, what exactly happened here?"

Charles stared blankly at the ruins and bloodstains that were still visible despite the cleanup.

Eric, standing next to him, was also holding his forehead, looking utterly bewildered.

What is going on?

They only went to the Soviet Union for a few days, and when they came back, the base was destroyed?

In fact, Mora had already received a message from CIA headquarters while they were operating in the Soviet Union, saying that something had happened at the base there.

It was invaded by Xiao.

So, this is considered an accident?

This is a disaster, you know!

"Mutants, how are the mutants here?"

Charles immediately looked nervous and asked a CIA agent stationed there for information.

"We did not find their bodies," the special agents replied.

This can be considered both good news and bad news.

The good news is that the absence of bodies proves they're not dead; the bad news is that those mutants have likely been captured by Black King Shaw, something Charles desperately wants to avoid.

“Charles, things may not be that bad. Torrent and Red Devil are dead. Rorschach killed them.”

After a moment's thought, Eric spoke to Charles.

“That’s right, Rorschach!”

Charles was also invigorated.

With Rorschach around, things couldn't possibly be this bad, right?

That's right.

Eric and Charles were unaware of the specific details of what happened at the time, but having investigated the Black King for so long, they naturally knew about the abilities of the Red Devil and the Rapids.

Not to mention, Charles and Eric had even fought with Shaw on the cruise ship.

I have witnessed the power of rapids firsthand.

If there's any mutant who could kill these two, it would be Rorschach.

According to intelligence provided by the CIA, only Black King, Torrent, and Red Devil were involved in the intrusion into the base!

This gave Charles hope.

Surely Black King couldn't have captured all the mutants by himself?

After a brief exchange with Eric, the two agreed that the mutants had most likely already escaped.

"New York is so big, where would they escape to?" Eric still felt a bit of a headache.

Those people came from all over the country, and the time they spent together was not very long, making it difficult to make any effective predictions or analyses.

“If I were Raven… Eric, I might know where they’re hiding.” Charles was starting to grasp something.

Xavier's Manor, my own home!

That's the only place Raven can go!

The two exchanged a glance, said no more words, and quickly got into the car, leaving a trail of dust behind them.

More than forty minutes later.

Charles and Eric appeared at the entrance of Xavier Manor.

"Charles, are you sure they're inside?"

Eric's hand, which was pushing the door open, stopped in mid-air. He turned to look at Charles beside him.

Yes, they're inside!

Charles smiled; he had already used his abilities to sense that everyone was there!

Everyone is here, not one missing!

call!

Eric finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and his tense face relaxed instantly.

“Charles, you never told me you lived in such an outrageous place.”

Eric teased Charles, then without hesitation, pushed the door open.

"Well... you've never asked about it before."

Charles casually agreed and, together with Eric, quickly walked into the hall.

Mystique Raven, Beast Hank, Darwin, Angel, Siren, and a host of other familiar faces all turned their heads.

It came into the view of Charles and Eric.

Of course, they also couldn't forget Rorschach, whom they trusted most.

"Charles!"

"Charles!"

"Charles, Eric, you're back!"

After a slight pause, the atmosphere in the hall exploded as all the young people rushed over, both surprised and delighted.

Charles and Eric have finally arrived!

The anxiety that had been weighing on everyone these past few days has finally been put to rest, bringing a sense of relief.

"I'm relieved to see that you're all safe and sound."

Charles looked at those young faces and a look of satisfaction spread across his face.

Although Eric was somewhat serious, the muscles in his face were very relaxed.

"You all did a great job, fantastic!"

He also unusually expressed his appreciation for the young people.

Regardless of how these people did it, it's truly remarkable that they managed to escape when the entire base was destroyed.

“We didn’t actually do anything; it was all Rorschach,” the siren couldn’t help but interject.

“That’s right, it was Rorschach who led us out,” the Destroyer quickly added.

They hadn't done anything, yet Eric praised them so highly, making the ravagers feel somewhat undeserving.

"No, you were not defeated in that desperate situation, you did not compromise, and you made it here through your own efforts. You have all impressed me, and I am proud of you."

Charles glanced at the crowd and spoke to them very seriously.