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Seeing the riot, there was no response. The black man who was in charge of guarding the elevator had a puzzled expression on his face.

"Rim?" He stretched out his hand to pat Riot's shoulder, but at this moment, black mucus suddenly gushed out from Riot's body and instantly wrapped around his hand.

The black man's eyes widened in horror, but before he could even scream, Riot suddenly exerted force and tore his arm off.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over the elevator.

Riot let out a deep roar, like the roar of a demon from hell. He flashed and pounced on the others in an instant.

The members of the border tribes suddenly woke up from their dreams and began to flee in all directions, with screams of fear echoing in the underground space.

But all this was in vain. Riot was as fast as lightning, and he caught a fleeing person in an instant, and the black mucus quickly spread over the man's body, wrapping him tightly.

There was only a horrifying sound of breaking bones, and the man's body was squeezed into a bloody mess.

Another black man tried to pick up a weapon to resist. He raised the spear in his trembling hand and stabbed towards the riot.

The riot did not dodge and went straight forward.

The spear pierced Riot's body. The sharp spear head was made of vibranium, which was extremely sharp. Riot's muscles squirmed and he was pierced alive. His whole body was like a kebab.

However, this injury is almost nothing compared to the riot.

Riot swung his hand back, and his sharp claws scratched the man's throat. His head flew up instantly, and blood spurted out from the broken neck.

The entire underground command center turned into a bloody slaughterhouse.

The black men of the border tribes ran and cried in despair, but could not escape the clutches of the riot.

The riot spread through the crowd, and every attack brought blood and death.

Her goal is to kill everyone here.

In this way, the news of the attack on the border tribes would not spread.

The thin woman curled up and hid under the table like a frightened animal.

Her body kept shaking like a dead leaf in the cold wind. She closed her eyes tightly, her lips kept trembling, and she prayed softly, praying that she would not be discovered, and praying that this terrible nightmare would end soon.

However, Riot's keen senses like those of a wild animal still detected her presence.

The merciless riot suddenly stretched out his big hand and overturned the already unstable table. With the sound of the table falling to the ground, the woman was instantly exposed to the bloody air.

The woman's face was filled with despair, a fear and helplessness that penetrated her bones. She opened her eyes wide, tears flowing uncontrollably, and begged desperately, "Please, let me go! Please, I don't want to die!" Her voice was filled with endless pleading, as if this was the last glimmer of hope in her life.

But Riot was not moved at all, his cold and ruthless face did not fluctuate in the slightest.

The big hand grabbed the woman without hesitation, like grabbing an insignificant bird.

Then, she ruthlessly tore it apart, and with a horrifying tearing sound, the woman's body was instantly split in half. Blood splattered everywhere, and her internal organs and intestines were scattered all over the ground. The scene was horrible, as if the scene of hell was recreated on earth.

Several black men tried to rush to the elevator to escape from this hell.

Riot instantly stood in front of them, and black slime stretched out like tentacles, wrapping around them tightly.

Then there was a sudden pull, and the bodies of several people collided with each other in the air. The sound of broken bones could be heard clearly.

Riot threw them again with force, and their bodies smashed against the wall like rag dolls, a bloody mess.

It seems there is no way to retreat.

A tall, muscular black man, with bloodshot eyes and clenched teeth, mustered up his last bit of courage and rushed towards the riot recklessly.

The spear tightly held in his hand was trembling slightly, but it was still firmly pointed at Riot's head, as if it was his last hope and salvation.

The others, like frightened sheep, ran in panic towards the passage nearby.

He was prepared to use his fearless sacrifice to buy some precious time for his companions who were fleeing.

But the riot just waved its claws lightly.

That seemingly casual swing carried terrifying power and speed.

In an instant, the sharp claws were like a blade, easily tearing open his solid chest.

The still beating heart was dug out directly, and blood spurted out, forming a shocking blood mist in the air.

This bloody and cruel scene made those who were halfway through their run stop in their tracks. They stared with wide eyes filled with fear and disbelief at what was like a nightmare.

The rioters really have no interest in the organs of these niggers.

However, this wanton killing greatly satisfied the crazy desire in her heart.

About ten minutes later.

The entire underground command center was filled with the atmosphere of death and despair, and no one could escape the bloody massacre of the riot.

Corpses piled up like mountains and blood gathered into rivers. This place has become a real hell on earth.

Riot suddenly turned his head and looked to the side.

Ripples appeared in the air nearby.

Angela appeared silently.

She turned a blind eye to everything that was happening before her eyes.

But the hand hidden behind his back was tightly gripping the pistol.

Riot stuck out his tongue and licked the blood that splattered on his body.

The body quickly shrank until it turned back into that middle-aged black woman. "Have you taken the console?"

Angela watched the riot.

It turns out that the two of them were working together, with Riot being responsible for causing the riots and then massacring everyone.

However, Angela took advantage of the riot to cause unrest.

Go to the console first.

Prevent the information here from being spread.

As it turned out, the two of them worked together pretty well.

The border tribe has now become a completely isolated island.

No need to worry about support from other tribes.

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Different countries in the world have different attitudes towards mutants.

Some countries choose to take tough measures to suppress it, viewing mutants as a threat to national security and social stability, and subjecting them to strict monitoring and control.

Some countries try to recruit and utilize mutants to serve the country.

Some countries are watching and hesitating, not knowing how to deal with this special group.

But overall, I don’t have a good impression.

Because most mutants are unable to control their bodies well when they awaken.

For example, some mutants with the ability to control fire will suddenly burst into flames when they awaken, and everything around them will be ruthlessly swallowed up.

Some mutants with telekinetic abilities may unconsciously lift up objects around them when they become emotionally excited, causing houses to collapse, vehicles to flip over, and causing large-scale disasters.

Many countries are pushing for mutant legislation.

This is a large-scale bill worldwide.

If this plan succeeds, the mutants will have a miserable life in the future. They can only hide in small protected areas, just like the Indians. This also shows the true attitude of most countries towards mutants.

Monica holds the camera.

Continuously filming Storm who was releasing lightning in the sky.

"Why do you want me to take this picture?" Monica asked with some confusion.

"This woman is called Storm Ororo. She is not a native of this place. Instead, she comes from Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in Westchester County in the northern suburbs of New York. That's a school for mutants!

Do you know why mutants in New York are so law-abiding compared to mutants in other cities and countries?

It's because of the existence of this mutant school." Fisk showed a mocking smile on his face: "I wanted to recruit mutants a long time ago. But all those mutant criminals are imprisoned in heavy prisons far away from New York, and most of the mutants have only some useless abilities.

But most of the mutants in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters are high-strength mutants with dangerous abilities!"

"Have you set your sights on this school?" Morriga immediately understood what Fisk meant.

"Of course!"

I watched Storm standing in the air like a god, killing everyone in her path.

Fisk's smile froze.

My eyes became completely dark, and the world in front of me was completely changed. Countless orange, yellow, and blue dots of light were constantly flying in the air, like a dreamy group of fireflies, bright and blurry.

All these light spots are concentrated on the woman flying in the air.

Ororo is a mutant whose ability is to control storms. To some extent, she is also an elementalist and has a natural affinity with elements.

Her talent seemed to be a mysterious gift bestowed by fate, allowing her to have a close connection with the elements of nature that others could hardly understand.

However, she specializes in controlling storms.

Even under the cloudless blue sky, strong winds would blow and thick dark clouds would roll up at her thought.

The strong wind was like a roaring beast, sweeping away everything with devastating force.

Dark clouds gathered quickly, as thick as ink, pressing down heavily, as if the entire sky was controlled by her will.

Lightning and thunder intertwined in it, as if it was her angry roar, shaking the earth and people's hearts.

With every move of her hand, the storm obeys her call and displays awe-inspiring power.

Too bad he's black.

Fisk had absolutely no interest in black people.

However, she is a member of the management of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

It still has certain trading value.

So let’s capture him alive!

Gunners and mercenaries were no match for Ororo. On such a battlefield, she was like a plug-in. The wind howled under her command, forming a powerful cyclone that swept up the enemies and threw them down heavily. Lightning burst out from her hands, shuttling through the enemy formation like a silver snake, and every flash was accompanied by the enemy's screams. The heavy rain poured down, blurring the enemy's vision and slowing their movements, but she was in control of the situation in the wind and rain.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt a gaze. That gaze seemed to have the power to penetrate everything, and it fell directly on her. Ororo's heart trembled suddenly, and an unprecedented trembling feeling instantly spread throughout her body. She looked in the direction of the uneasy feeling and her eyes met Fisk.