Chapter 365 She's Still Alive

Jimmy's existence prompted the Worthington Group to develop an antidote, but its raw materials can only be obtained from the other party for the time being.

Therefore, the importance of Jimmy is self-evident to the group. The current technology cannot create that unique suppressor gene out of thin air. They can only use copying methods to increase its production in large quantities. They must produce it at the target every once in a while. Only by extracting a small amount of genes from the body can the antidote be continuously produced.

Once Jimmy is out of control or dies, the antidote may be completely discontinued. This is the main reason why the Worthington Group spent a lot of money to buy Alcatraz Island and build this heavily guarded laboratory on the island. reason.

Only this remote and dangerous place, surrounded by the sea and far away from the urban area, can provide the best security to ensure that Jimmy can always be controlled by the Worthington Group.

At least until their technology advances to the point where they can independently create the antidote without Jimmy, it is impossible for the mutant boy to leave this devilish island called a laboratory, which is actually no different from a prison.

And this is exactly why Hank came to pay a special visit today. As the minister of the Department of Mutant Affairs, he has the right to protect the basic human rights of every mutant from being violated. The Worthington Group can use it in the name of assisting in research. Jimmy's long-term stay in the lab must not be openly flaunted by the fact that they will imprison him permanently.

"How long is he going to stay here?"

"Until his DNA is mapped, we can now copy it but not recreate it."

During the conversation, the two of them had gradually reached the deepest part of the laboratory. Regarding the reply given by Dr. Rao, Hank did not continue to ask about the specific time because it was meaningless.

With the endorsement of the government and military, even if the Worthington Group extends the DNA positioning process to ten or eight years, he cannot ask it to force the release of the target. The purpose of Hank's coming this time is not to rescue Jimmy, but just to It is reasonable to determine whether the quality of life has the most basic respect.

"What exactly is his ability?"

Listening to the inquiry ringing in his ears, Dr. Rao did not reply directly. Instead, after smiling mysteriously, he raised his hand and entered the opening password on the electronic lock beside the door.

"You'll see."

As soon as he finished speaking, the closed electronic hatch slowly opened in front of the two of them, and a wide, pure white room immediately came into Hank's sight.

There were no complicated decorations in the room, only a relatively comfortable large bed, two cabinets filled with miscellaneous items, various toys scattered everywhere, and a mutant boy sitting in front of the game console.

At the door of the room, when Hank stopped and looked at the layout of the room, Dr. Rao beside him did not stop moving. The entire room was built by her own hands. Naturally, she was extremely familiar with everything. As she moved, She stepped forward slightly and approached the mutant boy in front of them, calling softly:

"Jimmy, there's someone I want you to meet."

After finishing speaking, Jimmy, who was sitting with his back facing him, turned around. His young face paused for a moment on Dr. Rao, and then he turned his gaze to look at the blue-haired beast in formal clothes on the other side. He pursed his thin lips and did not speak first, but There was a subtle curiosity in his silver-gray eyes, but it was not strong. His long stay in seclusion had taught him how to control his emotions.

"Hello, kid."

"Hi!"

"My name is Hank McCoy."

During the conversation, Hank stepped forward. As the distance got closer, his stretched out right hand suddenly began to change. The blue skin and fine hair quietly faded away, revealing the normal skin that had not been seen for a long time.

The step forward suddenly paused, and Hank looked at this unfamiliar yet familiar right hand with some astonishment. His eyes were full of unspeakable complex colors. The skin color that normal humans are accustomed to, but to him It is said that it is a vague memory that has been separated for decades.

"I'm very sorry."

Jimmy's apology sounded in front of him, which also brought Hank back from his memories. He once thought that he had already let go of the sour feeling of transforming from a human into a beast, but now it seems that he just buried it deep in his heart.

"It doesn't matter……"

After suppressing the complicated emotions that surged deep in his heart, Hank looked deeply at Jimmy directly in front of him, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable color that was completely different from before.

"You have an amazing talent, thank you, Jimmy."

Faced with Hank's sudden compliment, Jimmy didn't ask any more questions. He just rolled his eyes and turned his body again to focus on the game screen in front of him. Every once in a while, there would be a stranger in front of him. He was obviously extremely comfortable with coming to visit.

Anyway, the purpose of the other party's coming here is just to experience his special ability. Now that he has experienced it personally, the visit will be over, and the other party will leave soon, and then there will be only one left in this spacious room. Underneath yourself, there is the only narrow iron window through which you can see the vast outside world.

Not minding Jimmy's attitude, Hank took a few steps back, looked away from his right hand that turned blue again, and followed Dr. Rao, who had been waiting at the door, to leave the room.

"It's special, isn't it?"

"He's really special."

The conversation between the two was gradually cut off by the slowly closing hatch, but no one noticed that after Hank left, a dim purple light quietly appeared in the closed room and connected with the floor. A plush doll gradually blends in until it disappears completely.

………

The buzz of the mysterious island sounded again, and the helicopter carrying Hank rose from the ground and drove quickly towards the city of San Francisco on the coast. In the cabin, Hank looked down at the tiny island that was getting farther and farther away, and said Whispering softly.

"A new era..."

At the same time, when the helicopter sailed smoothly into the sky over the city, an escort convoy on the edge of the city and away from the city encountered great trouble.

"Bang!!"

An armed police car was lifted high with brute force and then violently thrown out. The several-ton vehicle body flipped uncontrollably in mid-air until it landed heavily on the flat road surface.

Amidst the muffled sound, broken parts and splattered blood were scattered. The blood stains mixed with scorch marks spread, forming a twisted painting representing death and destruction on the ground. Several police officers in the car who were unable to escape in time were accompanied by The flat car wreckage is the main material of this painting.

Looking around, there are at least four or five broken vehicles that have been smashed randomly scattered on the entire road. There are even two sentry robots several meters high lying on the ground, which seem to be mechanical limbs that have been forcibly torn apart by some monster. Scattered everywhere, there was a faint flash of electric light at the fractures.

Suddenly, a police car on the side of the highway, which was overturned but still relatively well-preserved, began to shake violently. Then the door on the right side was kicked open violently, and a white police officer with his face covered in blood stepped out of the car. Climb out in embarrassment.

Struggling to stand up from the ground, he glanced down in confusion. After seeing the surrounding scene clearly, the confusion in his eyes was quickly replaced by deep despair. The smell of blood and burnt rushed into his nostrils, irritating him to the point of being dizzy. His mind quickly regained consciousness, but it was meaningless. He knew that he could not fight against the thugs who caused all this.

In less than a few minutes from the time they discovered the blocker to the present, their escort team was almost completely wiped out before they even had time to make any meaningful resistance.

Looking at the tall figure rummaging around the wreckage of the sentry not far away, the police officer quickly raised the iron gun in his hand, and his bloodshot eyes became dilated with anger.

"You damn monsters!"

Amidst the roar of the police officers, sparks burst out from the raised muzzle. Several special injection needles that replaced metal bullets flew out of the air at extremely fast speeds. However, just when they were about to hit the target, they were struck by a wide The hurricane set off by the palm tore it into pieces in advance.

"Oh, one more is missing."

The next second, the roaring hurricane rushed forward along the trajectory of the injection needle. The police officer who had just fired all the ammunition felt his eyes blurred, and the center of his vision was completely occupied by an ever-expanding bloody fist, and then completely disappeared. dark.

Like a large watermelon that had been smashed to pieces by a sniper bullet, just the ferocious fist wind caused by squeezing the air turned the police officer's entire head into a fine hazy blood mist.

The headless body fell to the ground with a muffled sound, but was immediately trampled to pieces by heavy footsteps. The combat boots paused in front of the body, and his eyes moved up. The person who came was none other than the tall man who was picking at the remains of the sentry before. figure.

Glancing at the pool of blood spreading outwards from his footsteps, Wan Hao took a deep breath, and the blood-colored mist scattered in the air poured into his nose like a whale sucking water, causing a slight flush on his bronze cheeks.

"Fear, resentment, good taste."

"Don't be intoxicated. It's just a remnant of the soul produced by an ordinary person. After the war, there will be strong ones for you to absorb. Don't let the captain wait too long."

A cold voice sounded in his ears, and then a tall and thin man walked directly past Wanhao and walked towards the front of the battlefield.

Behind him, Wan Hao looked at the man's back and licked the corners of his lips. The faint blood in his eyes faded and he followed closely.

Soon, the two of them crossed the chaotic road strewn with debris and debris one after another, and stopped near a huge metal car lying on the ground.

At the end of the carriage, a gloomy figure wearing a black robe and his face covered by a gray-white mask stood quietly.

"Captain Xi Ming, everything has been cleaned up."

The voice of a tall and thin man came from behind. The figure in black robe raised his drooped head slightly, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded from inside the mask.

"Well, open the door. I really want to see if the ever-changing Mystique is related to the devil."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man on the right hurriedly stepped forward and grasped the rear of the car with both hands. As he exerted force, the hard steel penetrated easily with his fingers like loose foam.

"Tear~"

The heart-wrenching sound of metal breaking kept resounding, and Wan Hao pulled his arms, tearing open the entire thick metal compartment door, and then threw it away at will.

The closed carriage was forcibly opened, and the first thing that caught his eye was not the police officers on guard, but a graceful blue figure who slowly walked out. It was the man who had been arrested by the government for stealing antidote materials a few days ago. The captured Mystique—Riven Darkholm.

Looking at the three unfamiliar contractors outside the carriage, Mystique, who thought the rescuer was Magneto, froze slightly and said warily:

"who are you?"

"By order of Lord Magneto, we are here to greet Ms. Raven."

"Where's Eric?"

"My lord is preparing for a war, a war of races."

………

Night, brotherhood station.

It was still the underground base wrapped in special metal, but compared to the sparse number of people before, the base now was much more lively, and among the people talking was Mystique, who had just been rescued from the escort convoy. Raven.

After Ximing and his companions returned to the Brotherhood's base with Mystique and several rescued mutants, they did not rest for long. Magneto held an important meeting in the underground base, announced the Brotherhood's future combat plan to everyone, and began to arrange various tasks.

After a while, the meeting ended, and everyone who received the corresponding instructions left one by one. Soon, only Magneto and Ximing were left here.

Looking at the black-robed figure who had no intention of leaving, Magneto frowned slightly, but then relaxed.

"The mission was completed well. You can exchange any two weapons you like in the warehouse."

"Lord Magneto, you misunderstood. I am not here for the mission reward. I just have important information to report to you."

"Oh?"

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Magneto's eyes paused on the pale mask for a moment before continuing:

"Speak."

"Do you still remember Jean Grey?"

Hearing this, a red-haired figure appeared in Magneto's mind, and a trace of regret appeared in his eyes. Of course, he would not forget this younger generation of mutants who might be Omega-level.

It's a pity that the other party did not show the strength of Omega-level in Charles's academy, and then died hastily in the dam incident three years ago. After receiving this news, he was stunned for a long time.

"The X-Men who were swallowed by the flood three years ago, a dead man, this is your information."

"Dead man? No, no, no."

"Lord Magneto, Jean is an Omega-level mutant with power close to that of a god, how could she be swallowed by a mere flood."

A trace of impatience flashed in Magneto's eyes. After Jean was submerged, he also went to the bottom of Lake Alkali to investigate, but he did not find any trace of her. In addition, Charles also claimed that he could not find the other party's mental fluctuations, so he would definitely believe that the other party was completely dead.

"Omega level only represents potential, not strength. It doesn't mean anything. It just means that Charles used his weak ideas to destroy a mutant who could have become a god."

"Destroy? Ha~"

A mocking laugh came from inside the pale mask. Although the expression could not be seen, people could still imagine the sarcastic expression under the mask.

"Professor X may have really destroyed a god, but it is undeniable that he created a monster that can destroy the world, and now, the monster is about to escape from the cage."

"My lord, believe me, she is still alive. Jean, who has awakened her due power, is now sleeping at the bottom of Lake Alkali. You only need to wake her up, and you will get a Phoenix of Destruction that can sweep away all obstacles."

"...Are you sure?"

"Of course, just to wake up this phoenix, we still need some excellent sacrifices that can fill her hungry appetite."

Although there is no guarantee that what Xi Ming said is true or not, the other party's firm attitude did arouse Magneto's interest. To be honest, he always has some doubts about the fact that the only Omega-level mutant found would die so carelessly.

"Tell me everything you know about Jean."