The Father of American Comics Superheroes

The Shadow reached out and held the blade in his chest, and in his eyes was a lingering love for life.

Mike looked indifferent, and the zanpaku knife in his hand quickly retracted into its original form.

Compared to Senbon Zakura, the shuriken blade is short, similar to a rib difference.

The gun can be freely stretched and contracted after the initial release, and its length can be changed to enhance its attack speed and strength.

This ability, estimated to be able to envy a lot of people.

Mike secretly spat out, looking at the fallen shadow and the soldier killed by Senbon Zakura, he casually threw away Senbon Zakura, whose time for embodiment had almost come, looked at the laboratory in the distance, and waved a greeting to Stryker, who was standing on the second floor.

Stryker’s face was pale, and he turned to the researcher and said, “Quick! Activate Weapon XI!”

At the same time, he quickly walked to the phone on the side and pressed a series of numbers.

Looking at Stryker’s back, Carla, who was nervously watching Logan and Victor’s fight, quickly ran towards the stairs.

She understood that trying to get Stryker, who hated mutants, to let his sister go was a dream.

Now only Logan and his friends can save their sister.

When she arrived downstairs, the battle between Logan and Victor was over.

It was still Logan who had won.

After injecting Edelman alloy, Victor and his power are not on the same level at all.

However, Logan could never get down and just knocked Victor out.

“Logan.” Karla looked tense and explained painfully as Logan looked over, “I didn’t use my powers on you, and my love for you is real, but they have my sister, and I simply can’t help it.”

She said it quickly, afraid that if she said it slowly, she wouldn’t have the chance to say it.

Logan retracted the sharp claws, looked at the woman in front of him with complicated eyes, and finally took a deep breath and said, “Where is she?”

Even if the basis of this love is based on a lie, he is willing to do the last thing for the other side to break this love, as a reward for the other side in this period of time for their own soul solace.

KarLa looked at Logan gratefully and said, “Follow me.”

With these words, the two men ran towards the prison where the mutants were held.

“Logan?”

Mike, who was running this way, stopped in his tracks.

Logan said: “I’m going to save the people! Stryker will leave it to you!”

Mike nodded and sprinted toward the lab.

Now, there was no more blockage between him and Stryker.

The bullets fired at Clark, the house that was blown up……

It was time to settle the score between them.

“Hurry up!”

Stryker urged the researcher, a sweat rushing out of his forehead.

Damn, that bastard Shadow said nicely, but he was taken out in three or two hits, simply a waste of time.

Cursing lowly in his heart, Stryker looked at the figure slowly appearing in the doorway and stepped backwards: “I think we can talk, what do you want? I will meet you!”

Mike’s silent stride made Stryker’s pressure grow.

Suddenly, Mike noticed the arm raised on the lab bench, his eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger on Stryker without hesitation.

“Ding!”

With a clear sound, a sharp blade blocked the bullet flying towards Stryker, but the owner of the knife tilted his head and looked at Mike.

The XI weapon was well-muscled, and his bare upper body, with a black mark painted on it, looked very strange.

Mike’s eyes narrowed.

It was dangerous, XI Weapon gave him the feeling of a cold machine waiting to be hunted.

With a thought, a card quietly appeared and was clasped in his palm, while his other hand slightly raised the shuriken.

Stryker breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and gave the order, “Finish him off!”

Just as the words fell, the XI weapon flickered in place, and after his body turned a direction, he slapped him out.

Stryker rolled a few times on the ground with a dumbfounded face.

Did it get out of control?