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Chapter 142 There's a mole in S.H.I.E.L.D.

“We need allies,” she whispered.

“We’re already looking.” Ron pulled up another file, showing the files of several mutants. “But before that, we need to solve another problem.”

"what?"

Ron pointed to the monitor screen. In the footage, a black helicopter was circling a few blocks away, the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo clearly visible on its fuselage.

"Frey has come in person."

Lorna narrowed her eyes: "He wants to negotiate?"

“No.” Ron shut down his computer, his black battle suit covering him again. “He’s here to collect the bodies.”

Outside the garage, the roar of an engine grew closer. Lorna put her gloves back on, the metal rings gleaming slightly.

“Then let him see,” she sneered, “whose body will be left on this street.”

The roar of the helicopter rotors drowned out the street sirens, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. eagle emblem on the black fuselage gleamed coldly under the searchlights.

The hatch opened, and a tall man wearing a long black overcoat grabbed the rappelling cable with one hand and landed neatly on the ground.

Nick Fury's single eye swept across the metal debris and groaning Secret Service agents lying on the ground, finally settling on the two men at the garage entrance.

“Ron Kane…” His voice was low and emotionless. “Every time I see you, there’s always a ton of trouble to deal with.”

Ron, hands in his pockets, his black suit flowing across his skin like a living thing, said, "Chief Fury, you've come all this way just to complain about municipal sanitation issues?"

Fury didn't reply, turning his gaze to Lorna: "Polaris. Your bounty on Structural Industries' wanted poster has risen to twenty million."

Lorna sneered, the metal ring on her glove trembling slightly: "What, has S.H.I.E.L.D. switched to bounty hunting?"

Fury's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, as if annoyed by the metaphor. He raised his hand and gestured, and the sniper in the helicopter immediately lowered his weapon.

“I’m not here to fight,” he said. “I’m here to discuss cooperation.”

Ron raised an eyebrow: "S.H.I.E.L.D. and mutants are cooperating? Last time you 'cooperated,' the mutants were almost wiped out."

“This time is different.” Fury took a data chip from the inside pocket of his trench coat and tossed it to Ron. “Take a look at this.”

Ron caught the chip, and a thin filament extended from his black suit to connect to the read port. A few seconds later, his expression became unusually serious.

"You have been infiltrated."

Fury nodded: "Strucker's people aren't just hunting mutants; they've also planted agents within S.H.I.E.L.D. Last week, the commanders of three of our divisions were assassinated, all of them having access to the same document before their deaths—the final testing clearance for the 'Sentinels'."

Lorna frowned: "...You created these weapons yourselves, and now you're using them to kill your own people?"

“We didn’t build them.” A shadow crossed Fury’s single eye. “The real ‘Sentinel Project’ was shelved twenty years ago. This batch of new models… is being controlled by a third party.”

Ron shut down the data chip: "Telask's weapon."

Fury's muscles visibly tensed: "How much do you know?"

“More than you.” Ron crushed the chip. “But clearly, you know more than I thought.”

The night wind swept through the streets, carrying the smell of gunpowder and blood. The three men faced each other in silence, each weighing the pros and cons.

Finally, Fury sighed, "There's a mole within SHIELD, and I need outside help to clean it out. In exchange, I can provide shelter and intelligence."

Chapter 143 Steel Behemoth

Lorna scoffed: "And then, after you've used us, you'll shoot us in the back of the head?"

“If I wanted you dead, there wouldn’t be helicopters flying overhead right now, but F-35s.” Fury pulled an old-fashioned pager from his pocket and tossed it to Ron. “Think it over and press this button. Valid for 24 hours.”

He turned and walked away, the hem of his trench coat fluttering in the night wind. The helicopter lowered a new zipline, and Fury grabbed it before taking off, glancing back one last time.

“By the way, Polaris,” his voice mingled with the noise of the propellers, “your father received the same offer back then.”

The hatch closed, and the helicopter rapidly ascended and disappeared into the night. Lorna's 240 fingers clenched tightly, the metal gloves screeching as they rubbed together.

“He’s lying,” she said through gritted teeth. “Magneto would never cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Ron fiddled with the old pager: "Your father did have a brief ceasefire agreement with S.H.I.E.L.D. in 1987."

"for what?"

“For you.” Ron looked up at the night sky. “You were just born then. There was a traitor within the Brotherhood, and someone wanted to take you hostage as an infant. Fury provided shelter… in exchange for your father stopping the attack on the Pentagon.”

Lorna's breath caught in her throat for a moment. She suddenly recalled those hazy fragments of memory from the orphanage—the roar of helicopters late at night, a man in a black trench coat standing in the director's office, and her being hidden in the closet, seeing the reflection of a metal badge through the crack.

"So Fury knows me?"

“More familiar than you think.” Ron put the pager back in his pocket. “The question now is whether or not to take on this dangerous game.”

A faint sound came from deep within the garage. The two turned around simultaneously and saw Blink stumble out of the shadows, a gruesome wound on her right arm, purple teleportation energy flickering erratically at her fingertips.

"Clarice?" Ron rushed forward to support her. "What happened?"

“The safe house… has been attacked.” She weakly grabbed Ron’s arm. “It’s… it’s the Juggernaut…”

Lorna's expression changed drastically: "Where are the children?"

“Bullseye led them to a new location…” Blink coughed up blood, “but Juggernaut captured two of them… He said… he was going to hand them over to ‘The Doctor’…”

Ron and Lorna exchanged a glance.

“Trask,” they both said at the same time.

The flickering light pointed southeast: "They... went to the abandoned Weyland Chemical Plant..."

Ron picked up Blink and laid her flat on the workbench, a few thin strands of his black battle suit splitting off to stop her bleeding. He turned to look at Lorna, his eyes sharp as knives.

"The time for choice has come, Polaris. Will you follow S.H.I.E.L.D.'s strategy, or—"

“Need you even ask?” Lorna put on her gloves, and the metal fragments along the entire street floated up, forming a swirling storm of steel around her. Her pupils gleamed with a cold, emerald green light in the night.

"Let's go and get the children back."

The abandoned Weyland Chemical Plant resembles a hollowed-out steel behemoth, its rusted pipes like exposed ribs, casting spiderweb-like shadows in the pale moonlight.

Lorna's boot crushed a shard of glass, the crisp sound particularly jarring in the deathly silent factory area.

Infrared scanning revealed a thermal reaction underground. Subtle streams of data flowed across Ron's black suit, indicating at least twenty vital signs, concentrated beneath the raw material warehouse.

Chapter 144 Defensive Barrier

Lorna's metal gloves gleamed faintly, and several rusty screws floated from the ground, hovering at her fingertips. Could they be sure the two children the Red Tank had taken were inside?

The signal was too weak. Ron frowned, but there was a large electromagnetic shielding system underground, a configuration typically used for imprisonment—

A loud, metallic clang interrupted him.

The oil tank, thirty meters away, was suddenly torn apart from the inside by some enormous force. A three-meter-tall red figure crashed through the steel plate and rushed out, running over them like an out-of-control heavy truck!

Get down!

Ron shoved Lorna aside, but was then rammed head-on by the Juggernaut. The two crashed through three concrete walls before coming to a stop, the muffled sound of bones breaking echoing through the rising dust.

Just as Lorna was about to rush over, four fully armed mercenaries suddenly emerged from the shadows, their guns spitting fire.

The bullets hovered eerily half a meter away from her. Lorna clenched her fingers, and the bullets immediately changed direction and shot back, accurately piercing the shooter's throat.

But more enemies poured out from all directions, dressed in Sterak Industries uniforms and wielding specially made ceramic weapons—non-magnetic equipment designed specifically to target metal manipulators.

"Ron!" she shouted, simultaneously manipulating the metal objects throughout the factory to form a defensive barrier.

Juggernaut's maniacal laughter echoed through the smoke: "A little brat like you dare trespass on the Doctor's territory?" With that, a red blur burst through the smoke, and Ron's body was flung out like a rag doll, crashing heavily at Lorna's feet. His black suit was badly damaged, and his right arm was bent unnaturally.

"Say something if you're not dead." Lorna stared at the approaching Red Tank, her voice icy.

He's not going to die yet. Ron coughed up blood and propped himself up with his left hand. This guy's armor... was vibranium-plated.

Juggernaut clenched his fist and approached, leaving cracked footprints on the concrete with each step: Magneto's son, the Doctor will love your gene sample.

Lorna's pupils contracted to pinpoints. Suddenly, she raised her hand, and the steel bars beneath the Red Tank's feet burst from the ground, coiling around his legs like a giant python.

But the other party just grinned and continued to advance, breaking free of the metal straps that were strong enough to rip through tank armor.

Save your breath, girl. Even your old man's magnetic field can't trap me!

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The enormous fist slammed down with a sonic boom, and Lorna retreated rapidly, leaving a crater two meters in diameter in the ground where she had been standing.

Just as she was about to retaliate, she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck—some kind of injection had pierced her skin. Her vision blurred instantly, and her limbs felt as heavy as lead.

A neuroleptic, specially formulated for you. A bald man in a white coat stepped out from behind her, holding an empty syringe. A perfect test subject, even more stable than your father's data from back then.

.. .... 0

Trask.

Lorna fell to her knees, the metal ring on her glove dimming. She vaguely saw Ron try to get up, but Juggernaut stomped on his chest.

"Don't kill him. Mr. Kane's Xuanming Body is also important research material." Trask bent down to examine Lorna, his eyes behind his glasses gleaming with a morbid fanaticism. "You know what? Your father once lay on my lab table."

A chilling anger broke through the drug's resistance. Lorna's fingertips suddenly twitched.

Oh? It can still move? Trask took a half step back in surprise. It seemed the dosage needed adjustment—dead.

Chapter 145 Activating the Sentinels

He didn't finish his sentence.

Suddenly, all the metal structures of the entire chemical plant began to vibrate at a high frequency, and rust flakes fell from the ceiling like a blizzard.

Red Tank looked up alertly and saw that the steel beams supporting the factory building were vibrating at an alarming frequency, and sparks were beginning to fly from the welding points.

Doctor! Rewind—

It's too late.

Lorna's green hair moved without wind, and her pupils were completely submerged in a glowing green light.

"240"

She slowly stood up, and fine metallic patterns appeared on her skin—not from the gloves, but from something long dormant within her finally awakening.

You said... her voice had a double sound effect, like two people were speaking at the same time, I, Thanos... lay on your experimental table?

Trask's expression changed drastically: Impossible! Even Magneto couldn't resist this inhibitor!

Because I am not him. Lorna raised her hand, and the entire steel structure of the factory twisted and reassembled as if it were alive. I am his daughter.

The twelve main beams supporting the roof broke simultaneously, but the collapsed steel structure did not fall. Instead, it disintegrated and reassembled in the air, transforming into countless rotating metal blades.

The Juggernaut roared as it charged toward Lorna, only to be trapped halfway by an interwoven cage of steel bars. The vibranium plating could resist magnetic manipulation, but the ordinary metal at the joints became its fatal weakness—Lorna precisely controlled the screws and rivets at those seams, causing the Juggernaut's armor to begin to disintegrate on its own.

No! This can't be! Trask staggered backward, knocking over the experimental equipment. He frantically pressed buttons on his wristwatch, activating all the sentries! Immediately!

The roar of machinery echoed from underground. But before the Sentinel robots appeared, an explosion occurred—the floor of the raw material warehouse suddenly collapsed, and amidst the towering flames, two small figures were thrown out by the shockwave.

It's those two kids who were arrested!

In the instant Lorna was distracted, Trask pulled out his pistol and fired three shots.

Two shots were deflected by the magnetic field, but the third struck her shoulder. The intense pain only sharpened her senses, and the metal storm expanded once more.

"Ron!" she shouted.

The man, who should have been seriously injured and collapsed, suddenly sprang up from the smoke and dust, his entire body completely covered in black armor, moving so fast that he left afterimages.

His right hand transformed into a sharp spike, piercing Trask's right shoulder with pinning him to the wall.

Surprise. Ron's voice was distorted by the deformation of his suit; the bone fracture he just showed was an act.

Alarms from the underground facilities blared throughout the factory area, but even more terrifying than the alarms was the hum of some kind of machinery at work.

Twelve incubation chambers rose from the blasted hole, each containing a humanoid machine—a more advanced Sentinel prototype than the ones they had encountered before, with a liquid metallic-like outer shell.

You... will all die here... Trask coughed up blood and grinned maliciously, the ultimate Sentinel... a perfect fusion of mutant genes.

Lorna was about to unleash a metal attack when she suddenly froze—the head armor of the sentinels slid open, revealing faces that froze her blood.

Every Sentinel has Magneto's face. 5.5

"You...you're a madman..." Her voice trembled with extreme anger.

Trask laughed maniacally: Using Thanos's genes to kill his daughter...what a perfect experimental design...