Marvel's genius inventor? I'll make a wish-granting dragon with my own hands.

Hearing that strange answer.

Russell was momentarily stunned, thinking that someone whose mouth should have been sewn shut had somehow entered his mind channel.

After all, no good person acts like a child.

Such a funny response?

But he soon discovered that it wasn't Deadpool who had interfered; the person who answered him was indeed Professor X, only that Professor X was mentally unstable and seemed somewhat out of it.

He has a very low level of intelligence.

Being able to answer even a barely acceptable question is already quite good.

"Um……"

"Found you!"

Texas.

Wolverine was sitting in a taxi, looking around boredly, hoping to pick up a fare to fill his stomach for the day.

Gas prices here are really high.

He can barely afford to drive his used Lincoln anymore!

Although Logan was getting on in years, his eyesight was still quite sharp. With a drift, he picked up the passenger on the side of the road before his colleagues could even start cursing.

He asked very politely, "Where are you going?"

"Online friends meet in real life."

Russell's lips curled up as he stroked his chin, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "That guy seems to have the mind of a seven or eight-year-old. Hmm, looks like something interesting is going to happen tonight."

Wolverine: ?

He inwardly scorned it.

But the elderly Logan had no intention of meddling. He would simply drop her off and then quietly make a phone call, letting the Mexican thugs in the prison have their fill of this stunning young woman!

Wolverine initially thought he wouldn't get involved in this mess, but while driving, he was taken aback when Russell mentioned the address, and he slammed on the brakes.

Because of the address the other party provided.

It is quite unique.

This is where he and Professor X are hiding!

It's a dilapidated place, and no one else lives around it, so you can't possibly go the wrong way!

His eyes instantly turned fierce, staring at Russell as if facing a formidable enemy, glaring at him menacingly, "Who are you?!"

Wolverine is not someone to be trifled with.

He participated in the American Civil War and experienced World War I and World War II, killing countless people. His mentality had long since turned cold, and even in his old age, his aura was still terrifying.

What he didn't expect was...

Russell just watched him with a smile, even commenting on his work, seemingly unafraid at all.

Wolverine then clenched his fist tightly.

The sharp adamantium steel claws sprang out.

It is still as brand new as ever.

It gleamed with a sharp, piercing light.

This is even more effective than a gun!

He placed the steel claw against Russell's neck, threatening him menacingly, "If you have any improper thoughts, I'll shove this steel claw into your rotten ass!"

The way foreigners swear is so tacky.

It's not a sophisticated vocabulary at all.

They are not as down-to-earth as Chinese people.

Russell's lips curled into a smile. He glanced at the other person and slowly asked, "Oh? What steel claws?"

Wolverine smelled the fragrance.

He subconsciously sniffed.

Then he stared at his palm in shock. He didn't know when, but his sharp, hard adamantium claws had somehow...

It turned into three grilled sausages.

It's still cooked!

Where the hell am I?

Wolverine looked completely bewildered.

Russell almost burst out laughing. "Looks like you're a fan of the comic book Wolverine. Your expression imitation is pretty good, but it's a shame your fandom is a bit fake. Those claws are way off the mark!"

"Hmm, I'll give you a bad review."

"Drive, I need to see Charles!"

Wolverine then realized what was happening, looking shocked and excited. "You...you're a mutant? You're a new mutant?"

He couldn't believe it.

Since the great war 20 years ago, no new mutants have been born in the world, as if cursed.

Furthermore, during a meeting, the older generation of mutants at Xavier's School of the Xavier was completely wiped out by Professor X, who was suffering from dementia, leaving him the sole survivor and bringing the race to the brink of extinction.

What did he see?

A new mutant!

Without hesitation, Wolverine slammed on the gas pedal, seemingly intent on crushing the dilapidated Lincoln. He couldn't wait to bring the man to Professor X and let him witness this enormous surprise when he was fully conscious.

They are not finished.

They still have hope.

He was excited.

Russell, however, kept his eyes closed and chuckled to himself, because he knew very well why mutants were heading towards extinction.

It wasn't a curse from any god.

The origin of mutants comes from the Celestials, who added the X-gene, a latent gene, to the human genome. As time goes by, more and more people carry it, and it manifests, giving them or exceeding the power of ordinary people, which is what people call mutants.

Among them are many powerful beings, such as Professor X who can instantly kill tens of millions of humans, Phoenix with the Phoenix Force, Iceman with the potential to freeze time and space, and Shadowcat who can send future consciousness to the past to reverse time and space.

The Iron King, capable of lifting a bridge weighing 10,000 tons.

Apocalypse, hailed as the god of mutants.

The Black Emperor, capable of absorbing nuclear bombs.

Each one of them is an extraordinary existence.

As a result, this group of mutants was later attacked by a mysterious organization that established a genetically modified company to produce genetically modified food specifically for mutants, causing the X gene in ordinary people to become hidden and no longer appear.

This is what is known as a curse.

But who is the mastermind behind it all?

Russell had already found clues from S.H.I.E.L.D., because S.H.I.E.L.D. had transferred all the mutant blood they collected to a U.S. military organization in Mexico, ostensibly for cancer research, but actually as a genetic research base for mutants.

He also found out who was in charge of transferring that batch of blood.

He is the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Alexander Pierce.

What's even more interesting is that the leader of that mysterious organization in Mexico that studies mutants is named Donald Pierce.

The mastermind behind it all is self-evident.

It's Hydra!

Only they have the ability to exterminate mutants, since genetically modified food cannot be extended to all of humanity, allowing everyone to eat this one type of food.

Even if everyone ate it, not all potential mutants would lose their abilities; some would develop corresponding antibodies.

New mutants will inevitably be born.

But often, before Professor X discovers them, they are already spotted by Hydra agents lurking around the world and taken back to their bases, either for experimental research or to become human weapons.

Therefore, Russell was speechless when it came to Professor X, because Hydra's actions were not very secretive, and many of its members were actually ordinary people. If Professor X hadn't been so rigid and had used his mental powers, he would definitely have discovered some clues.

result……

Ha ha!

The Holy Mother is committing genocide!

As Lu Xun said: With great power comes great responsibility and, consequently, great power!

You only heard the first half of the sentence, right?

Logan, the Wolverine, excitedly led Russell back to their hiding place, but before Russell could even see Professor X, he was stopped by another person.

He is Caliban.

He is also a mutant.

Caliban looked at Russell, the stranger, with suspicion and snapped at Wolverine, "What are you doing bringing a stranger here?"

"He's a mutant!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He doesn't have a single trace of mutant aura!"

Russell pushed Wolverine aside and looked at Caliban. He recognized him; Caliban had once sold information to Apocalypse, pointed a gun at Apocalypse, and possessed the ability to sense and locate mutants. His skin was extremely ugly because he suffered from a strange disease that made him afraid of sunlight.

"I'm here to see the professor. You can call me God."

"God?"

Caliban chuckled coldly, "If you're God, why don't you say you're Jesus?!"

God does not walk among men.

Only Jesus would.

"Are you sick? But you're not anymore."

Caliban felt bewildered.

Then he stared in disbelief as his skin underwent a visible transformation. For the first time, his sickly skin regained its normal color. He even felt an itch on his scalp, and the hair that had fallen out years ago was growing back.

A miracle! This is a miracle!

Caliban looked at Russell, whose face remained calm, and his hands trembled with excitement.

How about I poke two holes in my hand as a gesture?