Marvel’s Superman

By the time Wolverine and Sabre-toothed Tiger arrived at the motel, a wreckage came into view.

"Is it washed by a bomber?"

When he used to be a sandbag at SHIELD, Logan learned a lot of new words from the young director.

He couldn't help sighing as he stared at the motel's ruins through the car window.

The collapsed brick walls and the cracked ground seemed to be pressed down by a big hand, razing the house to the ground.

It is hard to imagine that manpower can cause such drastic destruction, like a natural disaster.

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

The silver eagle emblem reflected a dazzling light in the midday sun.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. does business."

Rogan, who was wearing a thick cigar and leather boots, said lightly in a leather jacket.

His outfit did not look like a federal official at all, but instead had the wild temperament of a gangster.

The rough appearance and the full beard make Wolverine often classified as a dangerous type of "this guy is not a good person at first sight".

"SHIELD?"

The young policeman who reached out to stop the intruder hesitated, and did not let go of the hand holding the holster.

"Let them in, it doesn't look like we're here anymore."

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

S.H.I.E.L.D., led by Superman, is not a secret department.

Or, more precisely.

Its existence was not deliberately kept secret.

Anyone who pays attention to Superman and often reads the news should have heard the name of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I'm sorry, the new rookie who just joined the job is a little too nervous."

The older police officer dismissed his colleague and briefly debriefed the situation.

"We were notified by the Highway Patrol around 4.20pm yesterday."

"The specific time to arrive at the scene is probably close to five o'clock."

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

"As for the owner and the guests, they were locked in the warehouse at the back and left after recording their testimony."

"There were two wounded, who were on vacation from Los Angeles, the man was a Monterey doctor, the woman was a nurse, and an eight-year-old son."

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

"We also took a brief note before sending them to a nearby hospital."

The older policeman handed the document in his hand to Rogan, who glanced at it and handed it to Victor.

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

"Did the mutants do it?"

Logan exhaled a puff of smoke. He looked at the policeman and asked gruffly, "How are you sure?"

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

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

"Therefore, it is preliminarily judged that this is a criminal gang of mutants running around the country."

The older policeman said seriously.

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

"According to speculation, it may be a fight caused by infighting among mutants."

Logan and Saber-toothed tiger have not received criminal investigation training. They usually rely on the intuition of beasts. They are stunned for a while, thinking that these state police are quite professional.

"By the way, the above information and conclusions are all summed up by that officer."

The older policeman pointed to the crumbling rubble of the motel, where someone bent over the brick rubble, as if searching for something.

"He's also an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., you may know him."

Logan narrowed his eyes and looked over.

The other party was a tall, dark-skinned man in a neat suit with the eagle emblem of S.H.I.E.L.D. on his chest.

Seemingly feeling Wolverine's gaze, the latter showed his white teeth and came over.

"Hello, you two."

The tall man clapped his palms and brushed the dust off his body.

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

"Wolverine, saber-toothed tiger... I've heard of two big names, 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 that S.H.I.E.L.D. takes this case very seriously."

Saber-toothed tiger Victor snorted coldly, his attitude was not friendly.

Grumpy dude doesn't like humans, that's normal.

The mutant contingent under the jurisdiction of S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been alone.

Although ostensibly, led by William Stryker.

But it was Commander Peggy, or the director himself, who really gave the order and gave the task.

Stryker is just an errand boy.

Except for a few joint Pentagon operations, the task force rarely cooperated with the military.

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

On the other hand, it is a matter of trust between the two sides. On the battlefield, you have to hand over your back to your teammates. It may be possible for compatriots to do it, but it is not possible to replace it with humans.

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

"I have sent the report to Washington DC. Mr. Director is probably still attending Captain America's wedding. He has explained before that it is best to keep a low profile on the disciples of the apocalypse and reduce the impact."

Nick Fury is indeed a driver who has driven Superman, and he has a good idea of ​​​​the boss.

"So, I hope to reach a cooperation with the two of them and complete the task together."

"I'm going to mobilize California police for a small search and roundup."

"As for the battle that may take place in the middle, it's up to you."

"How about it?"

Perhaps Nick Fury had a good attitude, and Rogan did not refuse.

The task he and Victor received was also to contain the disciples of Apocalypse who were fleeing in the territory, so as to prevent those people from causing trouble.

Wolverine looked at the irritable brother, and after exchanging glances and thoughts, he nodded and said, "No problem."

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

The sparks scorched the skin, making a "zizzing" sound.

Logan, who had put out the cigarette butts with a hard core, twitched his nose and used his olfactory expertise.

"There are so many people, so many smells, it's hard to tell."

After a while, Rogan gave an answer.

When it comes to tracking their prey, the two mutant brothers with beast intuition are top experts.

"There are about 30 people, some of them are human breaths, and some are... mutants."

Victor also used his nose to search for information. He shook his head and moved his neck, and said to Logan, "It's still the old rules. I'll go here and chase the escaped disciples of Apocalypse."

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

Wolverine looked up at the sky, thinking that the guy he was going to track might not be a bird man.

"Wish you guys good luck."

Nick Fury breathed a sigh of relief to see the mutant brother talk so well.

"By the way, add one more piece of information."

"The magnetic field here is chaotic, the signal is extremely poor, and there have been powerful bursts of electromagnetic radiation."

He pulled out a pocket-sized instrument, a gadget from Howard's lab.

"It can detect electromagnetic signals. If you're going to track down the guy who leveled the motel, it should help."

Logan studied the usage and put it in his arms.

The direction the irritable old man was going, the smell was mixed and it was hard to tell, there were obviously a lot of people.

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

For some unknown reason, these disciples of Apocalypse had infighting, sparked conflict, and then parted ways.

Nick Fury watched the two figures running in opposite directions, wondering whether to send reinforcements to the headquarters.

...

...

Cavill Youth and Gifted Academy, Westchestershire.

"What do you think Ms. Frost has to do with Superman?"

The naughty Rui Wen jumped in front of Charles, startling his brother who was reading seriously.

The latter put down the book and replied angrily: "Compared to the gossip circulating in the school, Rui Wen, you should be more mindful of your homework."

"Dim sum... Where's the dim sum?"

Rui Wen's thinking is obviously not on the same channel as Charles.

"I mean, you should do your homework instead of discussing the principal-manager scandal."

Charles covered his forehead and said helplessly.

"But I'm curious. Every time Mr. Superman comes to school, he spends a lot of time in the principal's office, and he doesn't even see them during mealtime."

In other respects, Ruiwen's little brain has shown amazing power of observation.

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

Charles shook his head, buried his head and continued to read, expressing little interest.

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

They're in the office, maybe just working on academic issues.

"Charles, Charles, Charles..."

Raven, who didn't get a response, circled around Charles like a chattering duck.

The latter was very irritable, and his mind fluctuated, trying to stop the naughty sister from making fun of it.

boom!

The spiritual power emanating from it attracted the flame crystals that swept through the sky.

The fragment slammed into Charles' brain with a "swoosh", causing a huge vibration in the spiritual world.

Charles only felt that his head was about to burst.

He is uncontrolled, radiating spiritual power.

Buzz! Buzz!

A terrifying explosion resounded in the ears of everyone in the school.

"This is... Charles!"

The first time the White Queen was disturbed in the office, she directly entered the diamond form, shielding the violent impact of her mental power.

"Completely beyond his age's ability level! This shouldn't be!"

Emma stepped on high heels and quickly rushed to that classroom.

Ruiwen leaned the closest and passed out.

Charles covered his head with his hands, trying to recover the outward mental power.

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

Not to mention control, even control is a luxury.

"It's all right, Charles."

The White Queen walked a little hard, like breaking into the center of a storm.

As she spoke in a gentle tone, she slashed Charles' neck neatly.

The mental shock that enveloped the entire school, creating chaos, subsided.

"what on earth is it?"

The White Queen stared at the fallen Charles, frowning slightly.