Superman of the American Comics

When Wolverine and saber toothed tiger arrived at the motel, a piece of debris came into sight.

"Was it washed by a bomber?"

In the past, when working as a sandbag in the s.h.i.e.l.d., Logan learned a lot of new words from the young director.

He couldn't help sighing through the window at the ruins of the motel.

The collapsed brick walls and chapped ground seemed to be pressed down by a big hand and razed the house to the ground.

It is hard to imagine that human beings can cause such severe damage, just like natural disasters.

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

The Silver Eagle Emblem reflected a dazzling light in the noon sun.

"S.h.i.e.l.d."

Logan, with a thick cigar in his mouth, leather boots and leather jacket, said faintly.

His dress is not like a federal civil servant at all, but has a wild temperament of gangsters and bandits.

With his rugged appearance and beard, wolverine is often classified as a dangerous type of "this guy is not a good man at first sight".

"S.h.i.e.l.d.?"

The young policeman who reached out to stop the intruder hesitated, and his hand holding the holster did not loosen.

"Let them in. It looks like we don't have anything to do here."

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

The Divine Shield Bureau, led by Superman, is not a secret department.

Or, more accurately.

Its existence is not deliberately kept secret.

All enthusiastic citizens who pay attention to Superman and often watch the news should have heard the name of the Divine Shield Bureau.

"Sorry, the newcomer is a little too nervous."

The older policeman dismissed his colleagues and then gave a brief report.

"We received a notice from the highway patrol at about 4:20 p.m. yesterday."

"The specific time of arriving at the scene is about five o'clock."

"As you can see, the motel was seriously damaged. Fortunately, there were not many casualties."

"As for the boss and the guests, they were locked in the back warehouse and left after recording their confessions."

"There were two wounded. They came from Los Angeles for vacation. The man was a doctor in montley, the woman was a nurse, and an eight year old son."

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

"We also made a simple note before taking them to a nearby hospital."

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

They were dizzy when they saw the dense words. They could only pretend to look at them for a moment, and then put them under their arms.

"Did the mutant do it?"

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

"The doctor and his wife said that the hotel owner imprisoned in the warehouse and the passing guests can testify."

"They saw with their own eyes a strong man who could carry a car and a blue skinned freak with wild animal hair."

"Therefore, it is preliminarily judged that this is a mutant criminal gang running in the territory."

The older policeman said seriously.

"Broken organs and tissues of the human body were also found in the ruins of the motel."

"According to speculation, it may be the fighting caused by the infighting of mutants."

Logan and saber toothed tiger have not received criminal investigation training. They usually rely on beast intuition. They are stunned. They think these state police are quite professional.

"By the way, the above information and conclusions were summarized by the officer."

The elderly policeman pointed to the collapsed ruins of the motel. Someone bent down and pulled the rubble of the brick wall, as if looking for something.

"He is also an agent of the Divine Shield Bureau. You may know him."

Logan narrowed his eyes and looked over.

The other side was a tall man with dark skin, dressed in a neat suit and an eagle emblem of the Divine Shield Bureau on his chest.

It seemed that he felt the Wolverine's eyes. The latter showed his white teeth and came over.

"Hello, two."

The tall man patted his hands and dusted himself off.

"My name is Nicholas Joseph Frey. You can call me 'Nick' or 'Frey'."

"Wolverine, saber toothed tiger... I've heard of your names, the ace under major Stryker."

Speaking of the latter sentence, Nick Frey deliberately lowered his voice and didn't let others hear.

"It seems that the Divine Shield Bureau attaches great importance to this case."

Victor the saber toothed tiger snorted coldly, and his attitude was not friendly.

It's normal that a grumpy brother doesn't like humans.

The mutant task force under the aegis has always been independent.

Although on the surface, there is William Stryker.

But it is commander Peggy or the director himself who really gives orders and tasks.

Apart from participating in several joint operations at the Pentagon, the task force rarely cooperates with the military.

On the one hand, the tasks they perform are very difficult and dangerous, and ordinary troops are unable to provide help.

On the other hand, it is the issue of trust between the two sides. On the battlefield, we should hand over the back to our teammates. Our compatriots may be able to do it, but it won't work if we replace human beings.

Whether we admit it or not, racial barriers always exist and need time to resolve.

"I have sent the report to Washington, D.C., and the director is probably still attending the wedding of the captain of the United States. He told me before that the disciples of the Apocalypse had better keep a low profile and reduce their influence."

Nick Frey is worthy of being a driver who has driven Superman. He has a good way to figure out the boss's mind.

"So I hope to cooperate with you."

"I will mobilize the California police to conduct small-scale search and round up."

"The task of fighting is up to you."

Maybe Nick Frey had a good attitude, and Logan didn't refuse.

The task he and Victor received was also to take in the apocalyptic disciples who fled in the country to avoid trouble.

Wolverine looked at the grumpy brother, exchanged eyes and ideas, nodded and said, "no problem."

He took down the cigar with his right hand and pressed it on the palm of his left hand.

Mars burns the skin and makes a "Zizi" sound.

Logan, who killed the cigarette butts with a hard core, twitched his nose and gave full play to his olfactory skills.

"There are too many people and the smell is too miscellaneous to distinguish."

A moment later, Logan answered.

In tracking prey, the two brothers of mutants with beast intuition can be called top experts.

"There are about thirty people, some of them are human breath, and some are... Mutants."

Victor also used his nose to look for information. He shook his head, moved his neck and said to Logan, "still according to the old rule, I'll go here and chase the escaped apocalyptic disciples."

"Then I'll go here. The residual smell should be lighter. It should be alone."

Wolverine looked up at the sky and thought that the guy he wanted to track would not be a bird man.

"Good luck."

Nick Frey was relieved to see that the mutant brother was so talkative.

"By the way, add a message."

"The magnetic field in this place is chaotic and the signal is very poor. Strong pulses similar to electromagnetic radiation have erupted."

He took out a pocket instrument, a gadget made in Howard's laboratory.

"It can detect electromagnetic signals. If you want to track the guy who razed the motel, it should help."

Logan studied the usage and put it in his arms.

The grumpy elder brother is going in a mixed and indistinguishable direction. Obviously, there are a large number of people.

On the other hand, the smell is very weak, which is likely to be the murderer of all this.

This group of apocalyptic disciples did not know why, they had internal strife, triggered conflict, and then parted ways.

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Carville youth talent college, Westchester County.

"You say, what is the relationship between Ms. frost and Superman?"

The naughty Raven jumped in front of Charles and startled her brother who was reading carefully.

The latter put down the book and replied angrily, "Ruiwen, you should be more careful about your homework than the gossip spread in school."

"Dim sum... Where is dim sum?"

Ruiwen's idea is obviously no longer on the same channel as Charles.

"I mean, you should do your homework instead of discussing the scandal between the headmaster and the school manager."

Charles said helplessly, covering his forehead.

"But I'm curious. Every time Mr. Superman comes to school, he will stay in the principal's office for a long time. He can't even see them at dinner."

Ruiwen's little brain shows amazing observation in other aspects.

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

Charles shook his head and went on reading, indicating that he was not interested.

In his opinion, Superman is his idol, and Ms. frost is also a respectable adult.

They stay in the office and may just study academic issues.

"Charles, Charles, Charles..."

Raven, who didn't get a response, walked around Charles like a chirping duck.

The latter was very upset, and his mind fluctuated, trying to stop his naughty sister from fooling around.

Boom!

The spiritual power radiated attracts the flame crystals passing through the sky.

The fragment "whooshed" into Charles's brain, causing a huge shock in the spiritual world.

Charles just felt like his head was going to burst.

He was uncontrolled and radiated spiritual power.

Buzz! Buzzing, buzzing!

The terrible roar suddenly echoed in everyone's ears in the school.

"This is... Charles!"

When the white queen in the office was disturbed, she directly entered the diamond form to shield the violent impact of spiritual power.

"Ability level completely beyond his age! It shouldn't be!"

Emma hurried to the classroom in high heels.

Ruiwen got close and passed out.

Charles put his hands over his head and tried to recover the outward spiritual power.

But he couldn't do it. He suddenly magnified his spiritual ability dozens of times, just like a runaway Mustang.

Let alone control, even control is extravagant.

"It's all right, Charles."

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

As she spoke in a gentle tone, she cut Charles neatly in the neck.

The mental shock that enveloped the whole school and created chaos subsided.

"What the hell is going on?"

The White Queen looked at the fallen Charles with a slight frown.