Marvel – Immortal Path

The Black Queen was stunned, and Demon's sly face was completely blank.

Li Ang crawled down from the palm of the stone palm, as if petting a cat, gently stroking Selena's scorched hair.

Sebastian is a formidable person.

He has ambitions and personal abilities that match his ambitions.

Insidious and cunning is his business card, and viciousness is definitely his motto. In order to achieve the peak of power, he can discard the so-called morality, conscience and integrity at will.

So when Li Ang’s shoes appeared in his sight, Sebastian, who had been sucked up most of the life energy by the Black Queen, lifted the head with difficulty and stirred his dry and scorched tongue. Arduously said: "Don't kill me, I, surrender..."

"What did I kill you for?"

Li Ang wiped off the cloth burned by the beam of light on his white lab coat , Said with a smile: "Although you broke into my city and talked a lot in my office, after the negotiation broke down, you were thinking of brainwashing me.

But I am a pacifist. So You will not die."

At this time, the security personnel of the institute finally arrived.

Unlike elsewhere, these security guards are all wearing heavy armor. The metal surface of the armor glows with a slightly golden-green luster under the light.

Layers of armor pieces are connected together to cover the chest and limbs, and the weak joints are additionally equipped with a metal protective layer.

What's even more bizarre is that these security guards are wearing full-covering helmets, and you can't see the expressions of the people inside from the brown and yellow windows.

Sebastian watched these "security guards" who were all over two meters tall file into the house. They were half bowed, holding various types of firearms, and their cold muzzles pointed diagonally at the ground. The marching movements were clean and meticulous.

The metal soles of security personnel stepped on the gravel-covered office floor, and the huge weight of the armor crushed the fine gravel. It is doubtful whether the office on the verge of collapse can bear them. Weight.

Li Ang was instructed at will: "Take them all away and bring them to the laboratory below."

Security personnel nodded silently, and easily moved away the heavy stone. , Dig out the seniors of the Hellfire Club from the ruins.

These "elites", who have only been invincible, are like dead dogs at this moment, being dragged forward roughly.

Sebastian’s shoulder was lifted, and the steel muzzle slammed against the back of his head, like a livestock. In the most arrogant way, this dark king grade tasted "humiliation." "The fruit.

"Fortunately, my life is saved."

Sebastian lowered his head, dare not let others see the resentful expression on oneself's face, deep in one's heart Say to oneself like this: "As long as I live, I also hope."

He is not the kind of person who can easily admit defeat.

Security personnel escorted these prisoners, leading them through corridors, passing long and winding corridors, and finally to the elevator room where the goods were transported.

The entire group swarmed into it, and countless gunpoints were aimed at these club leaders. If there is a slight change, there will be bullets pouring out, tearing them to pieces.

Sebastian felt the almost dry power in his body, looked at the so-called "security guards" who were strong and tough, and pressed the thought of resistance.

The academy city is far from being as simple as those intelligence brokers said, and Mr. Li Ang is not as "may have a weak extraordinary power" in the intelligence.

"Those damn brokers..."

In the bottom of my heart, Sebastian has greeted the ancestors of the intelligence dealers for several generations, selectively forgetting that it is oneself It is proposed to lead a team into the academy city to conduct surveys.

He leaned on the walls of the elevator with difficulty and scanned the narrow space from the corner of his eyes. The so-called "security guards"

It’s so strange. These security guards have been from the very beginning. Without saying a word, they all used tactical gestures to talk to each other, and their standing postures were all the same, and even the distance between their feet matched exactly as if they were measured with a ruler.

Sebastian looked at the armor on the security guard from the corner of his eye—he had never seen a similar weapon.

Neither is it like the human skeleton armor produced by Oscorp, nor is it like the Iron Man Armor sold by Flower Company Tony Stark to the U.S. Department of Defense, but more like...iron cans?

While Sebastian was thinking about the source of these armors, the elevator stall slowly came to a halt.

Three floors underground, here it is.

The elevator door automatically retracts to both sides, and what Sebastian sees is a magnificent sight.

Countless glass columns are arranged neat and tidy to form a square matrix, which supports the spacious underground space like beams.

In each column, there is a body floating, and Sebastian, who is familiar with the list of federal government superpower criminals, can even pronounce their names smoothly.

Electro, Sandman, Bullseye...

Hundreds of scientific researchers in white coats walked through them, examining the reports in their hands-Sebastian can occasionally learn from these scientific researches. Several acquaintances were found among the staff.

Mutants Hank with blue hair, Lizard Curt · Connors from New York, and Professor Charles, a very conspicuous bald old man in a wheelchair.

The Hellfire Club, Brother Club and X-Men are the Three Great Influences of the Mutants. Sebastian, as the leader of Hellfire, has also dealt with Professor Charles several times— -Although the process is not wonderful.

"Shaw, it’s really long time no see."

Professor Charles looked at Sebastian who was dragged out of the elevator by the security guards, smiled and drove the wheelchair, sliding Come over, "I really didn't expect to see you here."

Sebastian pressed his lips tightly, said nothing, and tried his best to resist the possibility that Professor Charles might come at any time. Psychic powers.

Professor Charles looked at Sebastian who was constipated, smiled, and got up from the wheelchair.

Yes, Professor Charles, who has always been handicapped, stood up very flexibly, kicked his legs, and moved his muscles and bones. He didn't look like a disabled person at all.

Sebastian was astonished and reacted very quickly. He said indifferently: "Your disability is cured by artificial organs?"

"That's right."

Professor Charles waved his hand to the security guards, motioned to let Sebastian go, and laughed gently, "From the spine to the legs, most of the Avatar's body has been replaced. Although I personally I don’t care very much, but it does improve my office efficiency."

Sebastian shook his head and sarcastically said: "Then what are you doing in a wheelchair? Do you pretend to be pitiful?"

"I have become accustomed to the feeling of sitting on it, and I have never lost it and acted as a means of transportation." Professor Charles said softly: "Moreover, my governor’s campaign team told me that if I always use a wheelchair in public, I’ll be in the campaign. It can take a big advantage in the activity."

Sebastian grinned, just about to say some sarcasm, but his toes softened and he fell forward.

Professor Charles quickly righted him with his eyesight and hand, pulled him through the wheelchair, and forced Sebastian into it. By the way, he patted his shoulder with a smile, "Xiao, since you are here, as a school The coordinator of the city, I have a responsibility to show you around the experimental projects here."

Sébastien was brutally pressed on the wheelchair by this bald old man, like a broken doll. I can't get strong enough, so I can only be pushed into the wheelchair and sent forward.