Superman

When Wolverine and Sabretooth arrived at the motel, a ruins and debris came into view.

"Is this the ground being wiped out by bombers?"

When he was a punchbag at SHIELD, Logan learned a lot of new words from the young director.

Looking at the ruins of the motel through the car window, he couldn't help but sigh.

The collapsed brick walls and the cracked floor seemed like a big hand was pressing down, razing the house to the ground.

It is hard to imagine that human power can cause such violent destruction, like a natural disaster.

Logan got out of the jeep, raised his hand to lift the yellow cordon that blocked the scene, and showed his license to the police.

The silver eagle emblem reflected a dazzling light under the noon sun.

"SHIELD on business."

Logan, who was holding a thick cigar, wearing leather boots and a leather jacket, said lightly.

The way he is dressed does not look like a federal official at all. Instead, he has the wild temperament of a gangster.

With his rugged appearance and full beard, Wolverine is often classified as a dangerous person who says "this guy is not a good person at first glance".

"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

The young policeman who stretched out his hand to stop the intruder hesitated, but did not release his hand holding the holster of his gun.

"Let them in, it looks like we have nothing to worry about here."

The slightly older policeman pulled away from his colleagues and said with a smile.

SHIELD, led by Superman, is not a secret department.

Or, to be more precise.

Its existence is not deliberately kept secret.

Any enthusiastic citizen who pays attention to Superman and often watches the news should have heard of the name S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Sorry, I'm a newbie who just joined the job, so I'm a little too nervous."

The older policeman sent his colleagues away and then briefly reported the situation.

"We received a notification from the highway patrol at about 4:20 yesterday afternoon."

"The specific time we arrived at the scene was probably close to five o'clock."

"As you can see, the motel was severely damaged, but fortunately there were not too many casualties."

"As for the boss and the guests who stayed, they were all locked in the warehouse at the back and left after recording their confessions."

"There are two injured people. They came from Los Angeles for vacation. The man is a doctor in Monterey, the woman is a nurse, and they have an eight-year-old son."

"Fortunately, the collapsed house only caused some minor injuries to the family, which was not life-threatening."

"Before sending them to a nearby hospital, we also made a simple record."

The older policeman handed the document tucked under his arm to Logan, who glanced at it before handing it to Victor.

The two of them felt dizzy when they saw the dense words. They could only pretend to look at them for a moment, and then tucked them under their armpits.

"Did a mutant do it?"

Logan exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at the policeman, and asked in a rough voice: "How are you sure?"

"The doctor and his wife said so. The innkeeper imprisoned in the warehouse and the guests passing by can all testify."

"They saw with their own eyes a strong man who could lift a car, and a blue-skinned weirdo with animal hair all over his body."

"Therefore, it is initially determined that this is a criminal gang of mutants running within the country."

The older policeman said seriously.

"In the ruins of the motel, broken human organs and tissues were also found."

"According to speculation, the battle may be caused by internal strife among mutants."

Logan and Sabretooth had not received criminal investigation training and usually relied on animal instincts. They were stunned for a while, thinking that these state police officers were quite professional.

"By the way, the above information and conclusions were all summarized by that officer."

The older policeman pointed to the collapsed ruins of the motel. Someone was bending down and pulling at the rubble of the brick wall, as if looking for something.

"He is also an agent of SHIELD. You may know him."

Logan narrowed his eyes and looked over.

The other person was a tall man with dark skin, wearing a neat suit with the SHIELD eagle emblem on his chest.

As if he felt Wolverine's gaze, the latter showed his white teeth and walked over.

"Hello, you two."

The tall man clapped his hands and dusted himself off.

"My name is Nicholas Joseph Fury, you can call me 'Nick' or 'Fury'."

"Wolverine, Sabretooth Tiger...I have heard of their names, they are the ace players under Major Stryker."

Speaking of the latter sentence, Nick Fury deliberately lowered his voice so that no one else could hear it.

"It seems SHIELD is taking this case very seriously."

The saber-tooth tiger Victor snorted coldly, his attitude was not friendly.

The grumpy guy doesn't like humans, that's normal.

The mutant task force under SHIELD has always been solitary.

Although on the surface, it is led by William Stryker.

But the one who really gives orders and issues tasks is Commander Peggy, or the Director himself.

Aside from participating in a few joint Pentagon operations, the task force rarely cooperates with the military.

On the one hand, the tasks they perform are very difficult and extremely dangerous, and ordinary troops cannot provide help.

On the other hand, it is an issue of trust between both parties. On the battlefield, you have to give your back to your teammates. Compatriots may be able to do this, but it cannot be done with humans.

Whether acknowledged or not, racial barriers will always exist and will take time to resolve.

"I have sent the report to Washington, D.C. Mr. Director is probably still attending Captain America's wedding. He has previously stated that it is best to deal with the Disciples of the Apocalypse in a low-key manner to reduce the impact."

Nick Fury is indeed a driver who has driven for Superman, and he is very good at figuring out the boss's thoughts.

"So, I hope to cooperate with you two."

"I will mobilize California police forces to conduct small-scale searches and roundups."

"The task of fighting will be left to you."

Perhaps because of Nick Fury's good attitude, Logan did not refuse.

The mission he and Victor received was to take in the Apocalypse disciples who were wandering around the country and prevent them from causing trouble.

Wolverine looked at the grumpy old man, exchanged looks and thoughts, and nodded: "No problem."

He took off the cigar with his right hand and pressed it into the palm of his left hand.

The sparks burn the skin and make a "sizzling" sound.

Logan, who put out his cigarette butt, twitched his nose and showed off his expertise in smell.

"There are too many people and the smell is too mixed, making it difficult to distinguish."

After a moment, Logan gave his answer.

When it comes to tracking prey, the two mutant brothers, who have beastly instincts, are considered top experts.

"There are about thirty people, some of them have human auras, and some of them are... mutants."

Victor also used his nose to search for information. He shook his head and moved his neck, and said to Logan: "Still according to the old rules, I will go here to chase the escaped Apocalypse disciples."

"Then I'll go over here. The residual smell should be lighter. It should be a person."

Wolverine looked up at the sky, wondering if the guy he was tracking was a birdman.

"Wish ya'll good luck."

Nick Fury couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the mutant brothers were so easy to talk to.

"By the way, let me add some information."

"The magnetic field in this place is chaotic, the signal is extremely poor, and strong pulses similar to electromagnetic radiation have erupted."

He took out a small instrument, a gadget from Howard's laboratory.

"It detects electromagnetic signals. If you're tracking the guy who burned the motel to the ground, it should be able to help."

Logan studied how to use it and put it in his arms.

In the direction where the grumpy old man was going, the smell was mixed and difficult to distinguish, and it was obvious that there were a lot of people there.

In the other direction, the smell is very light, and it is probably the murderer that caused all this.

For unknown reasons, this group of Apocalypse disciples had internal strife, caused conflicts, and then parted ways.

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Westchester County, Cavill Academy for Gifted Youth.

"Tell me, what is the relationship between Ms. Frost and Superman?"

The naughty Raven jumped in front of Charles, startling her brother who was reading a book seriously.

The latter put down the book and replied angrily: "Compared to the gossip circulating in the school, Raven, you should pay more attention to your homework."

"Dim sum... where can I get some dim sum?"

Raven's thoughts are obviously no longer on the same channel as Charles's.

"I mean, you should be doing your homework, not discussing the scandal between the principal and the school director."

Charles covered his forehead and said helplessly.

"But I'm very curious. Every time Mr. Superman comes to school, he stays in the principal's office for a long time. He doesn't even see them during meal time."

Raven's little mind showed amazing powers of observation in other aspects.

"That's suspicious, isn't it?"

Charles shook his head and continued reading, expressing no interest.

In his opinion, Superman is his idol, and Ms. Frost is also an adult worthy of respect.

They stay in the office and may just study academic issues.

"Charles, Charles, Charles..."

Raven, who received no response, circled around Charles like a twittering duck.

The latter was very irritated when he heard it, his mind was shaking, and he wanted to stop his naughty sister from going on.

boom!

The spiritual power radiated attracted the flame crystals that flew high in the sky.

The fragment crashed into Charles' brain with a "swish" sound, causing a huge shock in the spiritual world.

Charles felt as if his head was about to burst.

He is uncontrollably radiating spiritual power outwards.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The terrifying explosion suddenly echoed in the ears of everyone in the school.

"This is... Charles!"

The White Queen, who was staying in the office, immediately entered the diamond form when she was disturbed, shielding herself from the violent impact of mental power.

"It's completely beyond his age level! This shouldn't be the case!"

Emma stepped on her high heels and rushed to the classroom quickly.

Raven was the closest and had already passed out.

Charles covered his head with his hands, trying hard to regain the spiritual power he had released.

But he couldn't do it, and his psychic ability suddenly amplified dozens of times, like a wild horse running wild.

Not to mention control, even control is a luxury.

"It's okay, Charles."

The White Queen walked with some difficulty, as if she was rushing into the center of a storm.

While speaking in a gentle tone, she struck Charles' neck cleanly.

The mental shock that enveloped the entire school and created chaos subsided.

"what on earth is it?"

The White Queen looked at the fallen Charles and frowned slightly.