The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

Hyperion had been missing for half a day.

Supreme Power Princess had been standing in the meeting room of the Supreme Squadron headquarters for some time. Although she was physically present, her mind had long since wandered.

However, Supreme Power Princess knew that no matter how anxious she was, she couldn't leave the building. As the leader, Hyperion had been abducted by an unknown superhuman in broad daylight. If she, the second-in-command, also disappeared, it would truly cause chaos.

Now, she could only send out Sentinel robots to search for Hyperion's whereabouts. It wasn't that Hyperion didn't have other superhumans besides her, but most of those guys had only defected after being registered, and each and every one of them had been subdued by Hyperion's power.

Supreme Power Princess wouldn't easily call upon such people. Even the dumbest person wouldn't. Compared to them, Supreme Power Princess was more willing to trust the robots with programmed instructions.

But these robots were made by Howard Stark, who had recently shown obvious discord with Hyperion. Because of this, Supreme Power Princess had to constantly monitor the real-time images sent back by the Sentinel robots.

This exhausted her. Just then, she thought of another relatively reliable person—Magneto.

Although the actual situation was unclear, Magneto was at least their ally, a mutually dependent existence with Hyperion. At this time, Magneto certainly wouldn't want anything to happen to Hyperion.

As if grasping at a life-saving straw, Supreme Power Princess contacted Magneto. After receiving his affirmative reply, she felt slightly relieved and proposed replacing the mutants watching over the New York area with Sentinel robots.

Her meaning was obvious: she wanted to send more people to find Hyperion. Magneto, of course, understood and readily agreed.

But this was just a means for him to cover up his true intentions. He already knew where Hyperion was at this moment.

The cold wind blew Magneto's robes. He was walking into a snowy wilderness, the reason for coming to this place was to find his troublesome 'ally'.

Through Magneto's ability amplification of Charles's powers, coupled with some miscellaneous abilities he had absorbed over the years, Onslaught's mental abilities had surpassed those of Charles in the beginning.

Although he couldn't cover the entire Earth, he could still cover the distance from America to the Arctic.

That's right, Hyperion was in the Arctic at this moment, or rather, he was right in front of Onslaught.

A huge pit suddenly appeared on the originally endless ice surface. The pit was the size of a football field, and the unconscious Hyperion was floating in it, face down.

Fortunately, Hyperion didn't need to breathe, otherwise, he would have drowned ten times over before Onslaught arrived.

With a casual wave, Onslaught pulled Hyperion out of the water with an invisible force, and after being pulled out of the water, he floated towards him at a constant speed.

Hyperion at this time could only be described as disheveled. The battle suit he was wearing was long gone, and his exposed skin was covered with burns of varying sizes, as well as many scars that looked like they were made with sharp weapons.

However, strangely, these scars also had some burns, making one wonder if someone had heated the weapon red-hot before using it to fight, otherwise, how could such strange injuries occur?

These strange injuries were distributed all over Hyperion's body. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago. Fortunately, he wasn't an ordinary person, and these terrifying-looking injuries were far from fatal.

Onslaught could see that these injuries were just superficial wounds and hadn't damaged Hyperion's bones.

Moreover, the place where Hyperion fainted was also very particular. This was the Arctic, naturally freezing cold, and Hyperion was covered in burns. The person who attacked him and abandoned him here obviously didn't intend to drown or freeze him to death.

Obviously, he intended to use the cold ice water to soothe the burns. With this ice water to soothe his injuries, coupled with Hyperion's powerful self-healing ability, even if Onslaught didn't come to find him, Hyperion would wake up on his own before long.

Onslaught observed the speed at which Hyperion's injuries were recovering and calculated that Hyperion's injuries would be completely healed in about an hour. This result greatly surprised him.

Was Onslaught shocked by Hyperion's recovery speed? Yes, but not because the recovery speed was fast, but because the recovery speed was too slow. He had already witnessed the latter's recovery speed when he fought Hyperion before.

It could almost be said that the injury appeared one second and disappeared the next. If Onslaught's eyesight wasn't beyond ordinary, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell that he had been injured.

But this was Hyperion, who was not only injured at this time, but also recovering so slowly. This couldn't help but make Onslaught feel a trace of curiosity, which was also mixed with a trace of fear.

There is a Chinese saying that is right, don't underestimate the heroes of the world. Fortunately, I was smart and found a shield, otherwise, wouldn't these injuries have fallen on me?

Onslaught was secretly rejoicing in his wit, while looking at the extremely embarrassed Hyperion and dissatisfiedly curled his lips. He was still counting on you to block more knives, but I didn't expect you to be just a scarecrow, almost used up after one use.

'This world is too dangerous, I can't expose my true identity too early.' Onslaught nodded secretly in his heart, deciding to be more careful in the future.

Looking at Hyperion, whose injuries had recovered somewhat, Magneto pondered for a while, and felt that although Hyperion was useless, he didn't have a better substitute at hand, so he could only make do with it for the time being.

With a slight movement of his fingers, Onslaught's right hand formed a claw and buckled on Hyperion's head, he was going to completely brainwash the latter.

Anyway, it's already a worthless thing, so why not give full play to the remaining heat, and go crazy before dying. I can be considered to have made the best use of everything.

Onslaught was preparing to completely erase the kind side of Hyperion's mind, making him more paranoid and more crazy, so that he could secretly develop when he was attacked by the crowd.

Such a brutal scene even the polar bears who happened to pass by couldn't bear to watch. Biological instinct prompted it to take its children away quickly, lest they die.

Onslaught certainly noticed those beasts. He didn't bother to keep such low-intelligence creatures in mind. After using his mental abilities to detect that the other side was really just ordinary animals, he didn't pay much attention to them.

Not only that, when completely brainwashing Hyperion, he also kept his mental sensing radar on. The entire Arctic was under his surveillance, and no one could escape his eyes.

Except for Yang Le.

At this time, Yang Le, who had turned into a Martian and disguised himself as a little polar bear, was observing everything under Onslaught's nose. The mouth hidden under the bear fur curled into a hint of arc.

'Surprise mother法克!'