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Cyclops frowned, his face full of displeasure, and said dissatisfiedly: "Logan, if you don't want to go in, just cover outside."

Wolverine shrugged, knowing that he was being nosy.

Just shut up.

He is not afraid of death anyway, and the life and death of others has nothing to do with him.

Besides, he wanted to die.

He would be very happy if someone could kill him.

As soon as you enter the building, it's so quiet that it makes you feel uneasy.

That kind of dead silence seemed to swallow up all sounds, making people's heartbeats quicken unconsciously.

The X-Men walked cautiously in the Fisk Building, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense. Cyclops still walked in the front of the team, and although he felt a little regretful, he still pretended to be calm.

Suddenly, the lights around them went out, and darkness swallowed everything. Then, dense gunfire suddenly rang out in the darkness, and bullets rained down on the X-Men.

Cyclops instinctively raised his hands the moment the gunshot rang out. His eyes suddenly burst into a strong light, and red energy beams spurted out of his eyes like two turbulent torrents.

The beam of light carried his anger and eagerness, piercing through the darkness like a sharp sword, trying to find the enemy's location in the chaos.

However, the darkness seemed like a thick curtain, perfectly hiding the enemy's figure.

Cyclops' energy beams shuttled blindly in the darkness, occasionally illuminating some corners, but it was only a glimpse, making it difficult to capture the exact location of the enemy. Every time the beam was emitted, it only brought a brief moment of light, and was then swallowed up by the endless darkness.

His attack was like a drop in the ocean, with little effect. The enemy's gunfire continued, and bullets whizzed in from all directions.

Sweat beads appeared on Cyclops' forehead. His eyes became more and more eager and anxious. He kept adjusting the direction of his shooting, but he was still unable to inflict an effective blow to the enemy.

Jean Grey closed her eyes in the fierce exchange of fire, her beautiful face was full of concentration and tension. She tried to use her powerful mental power to perceive the enemy's thoughts, trying to find out the enemy's ideas and layout in this chaos.

However, in this deafening hail of bullets, the whistling of bullets, the shouts of teammates, and the sound of various objects being smashed intertwined, forming a powerful torrent of noise. This extremely chaotic environment caused great interference to her spirit, like countless sharp needles constantly irritating her nerves.

She tried hard to eliminate these distractions and concentrate on perceiving the enemy's thoughts, but the noisy voices and inner anxiety were like a tide that hit her mental defenses wave after wave. Her forehead was gradually covered with sweat, her brows were furrowed, and her breathing became rapid, but she still couldn't completely block out the external interference and couldn't fully concentrate on her mental perception.

Without hesitation, Colossus twisted his huge and solid body and quickly moved in front of his teammates, using his iron body to build an indestructible defense line. Bullets came like a storm, hitting him mercilessly, making a series of sharp clanging sounds, like the rapid knocking sounds in a blacksmith's shop.

Every time a bullet hit his metal skin, sparks flew, but he remained motionless, like an unshakable steel fortress.

Although he possessed an indestructible body, he was unable to determine the enemy's exact location in this pitch-black environment.

He roared angrily, but could only passively endure the enemy's endless attacks.

The impact of the bullets made his body tremble slightly, but he still gritted his teeth, stood firm in his position, and refused to give in.

His eyes flashed with anger in the darkness, his heart was filled with helplessness and anxiety. He longed to find the enemy's trace and launch a powerful counterattack, but at the moment he could only struggle to hold on under this blind attack.

Super Sniffer serves as a support unit.

I can only hide beside Colossus like a quail.

In the entire team, only Wolverine Logan has the ability to fight, relying on his sense of smell and recovery ability.

Logan was like an agile lion, moving swiftly through the darkness. His figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness, and only his deep roar could be heard echoing in the empty space.

With his keen sense of smell, he can accurately discern the fear and hostility emanating from his enemies. Every leap and every attack is accompanied by deadly power and determination.

His sharp claws flashed coldly in the darkness, and instantly slashed across the enemy's throat, splashing blood. His movements were swift and precise, not giving the enemy any chance to react. One after another, the gunmen fell under his attack, without even having time to scream.

But he is only one person after all.

Although Logan was extremely brave and killed countless enemies, the enemies were numerous and distributed in every corner.

He fought bravely in the darkness, but it was difficult for him to take into account all directions.

Some cunning gunmen took advantage of Logan's concentration on the enemy in front and attacked him from behind. Although the high-intensity armor-piercing bullets could not penetrate the bones, they could make the injuries more difficult to heal.

Although Logan avoided fatal attacks many times with his keen intuition, he still suffered many wounds on his body.

His physical strength was constantly being consumed. Although he was difficult to kill, his movements also consumed physical energy, and his movements gradually became slow.

The gunman seemed to sense his fatigue and his attacks became more fierce and frequent.

Except for Logan.

The entire X-Men team doesn't have much combat experience at all.

Most of them are just teachers in schools. They are good at talking about military affairs on paper, but they have only recently accumulated some practical experience on the streets of New York.

More importantly, the most powerful fighter among them, Ororo, the Storm Queen, had already become a prisoner of others early on.

Facing these Gunners who had been trained by Leicester, they were completely at a disadvantage for a while.

Gunshots rang out in the empty building, bullets streaked through the darkness like meteors, and the X-Men were suppressed to the point where they could hardly fight back.

The gunmen are well-trained, their shooting is accurate and they work in perfect harmony. Every attack puts the X-Men in a more difficult situation.

"Retreat!" Cyclops immediately gave the order to retreat.

Even though this made him feel ashamed.

His heart was like a turmoil at this moment, filled with endless regret and self-blame.

More importantly, he felt extremely humiliated.

Because, as the captain, he couldn't see what Wolverine Logan could see, and he was embarrassed in front of the woman he loved, which made him even more angry and painful.

The entire team tried to evacuate the building quickly, but when they reached the door, they discovered that the heavy alloy door above the building was slowly descending and was about to be completely closed.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's heart was filled with despair and fear.

At the critical moment, a red and blue figure fell from the sky.

Peter Parker rushed to the scene, his agile figure drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Peter Parker had no idea they were coming to Hell's Kitchen today.

When he got the news after class, he hurried over.

Fortunately, he arrived in time and successfully caught up with this critical moment.

The moment he landed, he stretched out his hands without hesitation and used all his strength to hold up the heavy alloy door. "Quick!" he shouted loudly, with urgency and determination in his voice.

Sweat dripped from his forehead like beads that had broken off a string, soaking the hood on his head. The muscles in his arms were tense, and the veins hidden under his combat suit were bulging. Every inch of his strength was fighting against the gradually closing door.

With Spider-Man's persistence, he finally managed to hold on until the arrival of Colossus.

Colossus's metal body gleamed coldly in the dim light. He strode forward, taking over from Spider-Man, and used his iron body to hold the door tightly.

His feet sank deeply into the ground, yet he remained motionless, demonstrating unparalleled strength.

Successfully covered the entire X-Men team's escape.

The entire Hell's Kitchen has become a mess.

Because the anesthetic was released indiscriminately, the construction workers were also affected, and many of them fell from great heights due to slipping.

As time went by, the concentration of anesthetic in the air became stronger, and the pungent smell almost suffocated people.

With every breath I took, my head felt heavier and my vision began to blur.

But because of his super sense of smell, he was able to keenly capture the faint scent of safety in this dangerous environment.

Under his guidance, the X-Men supported each other and stumbled forward in the chaos.

But the fighters were not so lucky.

They lost their way in the smoke and anesthetics, rushed around in panic, and were eventually subdued one by one by gunmen wearing gas masks. They could only fall to the ground helplessly, losing the ability to resist.

When the X-Men and Peter Parker escaped from Hell's Kitchen in a panic, they saw Fisk standing at the door of Hell's Kitchen.

Fisk leaned against the SUV, leisurely smoking a cigar. Amid the smoke, a sneer appeared on his cold face.

His eyes were full of disdain and contempt, and his tone was cold and threatening: "Go back and tell Professor Charles that if it happens again, I will destroy his school."

The X-Men glared at Fisk angrily, anger burning in their eyes.

Fisker was too lazy to pay attention to them and walked into the SUV.

But his eyes glanced at Peter Parker without leaving a trace.

He stretched out his finger and flicked it violently.

The cigar suddenly flew towards Peter Parker like a cannonball.

Peter Parker subconsciously reached out to take it, but when his palm just touched the cigar, an extremely huge force came instantly, as if he was hit by a high-speed truck. He was shocked, this force was far beyond his expectations.

He tried to hold on to the cigar tightly to resist the huge force, but his body fell backwards involuntarily.

His feet slid rapidly on the ground, trying to steady his body, but to no avail.

At this critical moment, Peter Parker's keen spider sense came into play. With extraordinary agility, he quickly twisted his body and dodged it.

However, although he avoided the direct impact of the cigar, the hot cigar still brushed past his arm, leaving a deep burn on his arm in an instant. The skin and flesh at the burn rolled up, and the pain spread throughout his body like an electric current. Peter Parker couldn't help but gasp, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The cigar continued to fly forward.

Until it hit the wall not far away, penetrated the entire wall, and with a loud bang, left countless traces like spider webs.

When the people around saw this scene, they couldn't help but gasp, shocked by the terrifying power contained in the cigar.

Peter Parker looked at the pierced wall with lingering fear, his eyes full of vigilance and fear of Fisk.

Fisk was sitting in the SUV, and he saw Peter Parker's embarrassed appearance through the rearview mirror. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took the document next to him, smiled and said to the woman next to him: "I'm sorry, Lester told me that you are here to apply for the position of life assistant, right?

Mrs. May Parker?"

Chapter 171 Aunt Mei's Obedience Test

May Parker is out of work!

Although the vigorous transformation of Hell's Kitchen was known to everyone in New York, and many small companies in New York had more or less benefited from Fisker's powerful cash flow and had become subsidiaries or holding companies of the St. Fisker Group.

but!

This does not mean that the overall financial downturn in New York has been effectively alleviated.

In fact, New York is not the only city in decline.

The entire U.S. economy has entered a trough.

This is because with the war over, there wasn't as much money floating around in the market.

Many small businesses and financial companies went bankrupt.