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Creek!

The heavy iron gate was pushed away, and a ray of light streamed in.

Rhythmic footsteps echoed in the dark tunnel, like a precise pointer, and finally stopped at the door of the twelfth cell.

"Azazel, it's been a long while. "

Azazel curled up in the corner. His hands were shackled with metal, and the two legs which had been trampled down were simply bandaged to the extent that they recovered without deterioration.

He heard the clatter of keys and saw the tall figure standing outside after the cell door opened.

There was an uncontrollable look of fear in his eyes!

"I didn't run away!"

Azazel shrank into the corner, and the handcuffs on his hands made a crisp sound.

The original arrogance of being a mutant had disappeared without a trace.

He and Poison Woman were previously held in the Strategic Science Reserve interrogation room before being transferred here.

To prevent the demon, who could move in an instant, from running away, Luke specially told them that they didn't need to find a doctor to treat his legs so that he couldn't walk.

Every time he was moved to a new place, he had to be blindfolded, and the layout and route wouldn't be leaked.

The ability to move instantly sounds very inexplicable.

The user can enter and exit any place at will.

But the size and range of movement and the determination of space orientation are fatal shortcomings that are difficult to remedy.

As early as in Venice, Luke worked out the approximate range of the red devil's rapid movement.

For a single space jump, the other party can move at a maximum speed of 10 miles.

Therefore, Luke can only complete this 'mutant holding' project by making the other party lose spatial and directional judgment, coupled with restrictions on mobility and other means.

But surprisingly, Satan, with his highly long-life span, didn't try to escape.

"Thank you, Azazel. I won't do anything to you, don't be so nervous. "

Luke smiled kindly.

Azazel didn't believe it at all. He just felt even more afraid.

With the bandages wrapped around his legs, he felt a faint pain.

The young Major General stepped on his legs and killed 'Colossus' with his fist.

Every time he thought of that violent picture, Azazel shuddered.

The seeds of fear took root and thrived in his heart, even exceeding the oppressive feeling brought by Sebastian Shaw.

"Trask, he's a mutant. He not only can move instantly but also has a far superior physical quality and lifespan. "

Luke leaned on his side. Bolivar, who resembled a dwarf, and peeked inside.

Red skin and a slender tail. Just like the devil!

It's a mutant with dominant characteristics!

"Demons. I have seen an angel with wings in England. "

Bolivar said quietly.

He couldn't help wondering what the Major General did to the mutant named 'Azazel' that had scared him to such an extent.

"There's a woman in another cell. She's also a mutant and can release poison gas. "

Luke closed the prison door. He hadn't finished the main quest of 'Opening of the third camp.'

The gene fragments of Chameleon, Azazel, Colossus and Poison Woman have been obtained, but the last one is still missing.

If he got the 'Leech Serum,' it would be easier to deal with Sebastian Shaw.

After visiting two mutant prisoners, Luke looked down at Bolivar and said, "In fact, mutants are not so terrible, are they?"

The dwarf scientist didn't know how to answer. He felt that the young Major General might be a devil in human skin. Otherwise, how could he scare those two mutants into silence?

"If I joined that... S.H.I.E.L.D, can I study them?"

After getting out of prison, getting rid of the dark, damp and narrow space, and rotten and unpleasant smell, Bolivar raised the key questions.

He can't wait to find the code hidden in the human genes from the mutants.

"That's why I'm recruiting, Trask. "

Luke nodded, but he added, "I don't want a weapon to kill mutants, let alone a human body modification plan. "

"I take a fancy to the mutant itself. Their genes are a vast treasure trove and the key to evolution. So, I want you to draw a complete gene map, find the critical nodes of the evolutionary curve, and decipher the mysterious genetic code. "

Luke wasn't interested in persecuting mutants. They were an excellent card to control and to hold.

There's no need to push himself to the enemy's camp, and he could just sit down and negotiate. Why use violence?

Of course--

The premise of all this was that he set the terms and conditions of the negotiations.

Otherwise, it's better just to turn the table!

'I'm a pacifist. '

Luke thought.

"Understood, General. "

Bolivar gulped. He wanted to study a weapon to exterminate mutants.

The blue planet beneath their feet, where life is nurtured, may not withstand the consumption of resources by two intelligent races.

Sooner or later, this racial war of survival will happen.

The scientist looked up at Luke, who was calm and vaguely felt that the Major General knew this.

In other words, that's exactly what the other party expects to see.

'But what good will the ... war do for Major General Cavill?'

Bolivar pushed his glasses and thought so with some doubts.

If it's for promotion, the 20-year-old young Major General was unlikely to be promoted again in a short time. At most, the military would give some honorable distinctions.

Besides, at Luke's age, he only needs to work steadily and accumulate qualifications and background. His future achievements were limitless.

There was no need to use mutants to achieve his goals!

"Trask, deal with the things at hand. Remember to report to S.H.I.E.L.D in a few days. "

Luke didn't know what the other party was thinking. He told him, "I'll ask my secretary to tell you the specific address. "

Right now, S.H.I.E.L.D's headquarters hadn't been determined.

The Pentagon is where the Department of War and a National Defense Agency was. Allowing a group of agents to go in and out of the building wasn't good for publicity.

Besides, as the first Director, Luke didn't want to stay with all kinds of Generals of land, sea, and air. He didn't have any private space.

"Okay. "

Bolivar got into the car and stopped trying to guess what Luke was thinking.

The thoughts of influential people were often bizarre, and perhaps the Major General was a warmonger.

After dropping Bolivar off at home, Luke told the driver to drive to the airport, as he had to return to New York today.

'If I flew by myself, it may take less than 20 minutes. '

Luke leaned back and smiled at himself.

He had to make himself more like an average person to lower the vigilance and defensiveness from others.

Compared with Clark Kent from the studio next door, his only advantage was that he is a human being. He didn't have to worry about being rejected.

The phrase 'if you are not one of us, you're one of 'them'' is sometimes quite accurate.

Any creature would have a certain degree of hostility to outsiders who break into their territory.

Even in the studio next door Superman was called a beacon to guide the world; Batman was also wary of all kinds of things.

'Where do I find another mutant?'

Luke tapped his fingers on the seat, and a person popped into his head.

He didn't have a deep impression of mutants. Except for the two leaders who were still children, Magneto and Professor Charles, the only clear thing was that there's only that guy.

"Conner, look up James Howlett for me. He also had a brother, both of whom participated in the Normandy landings. "

Luke ordered him to go down and find a soldier who had served in the military. It wasn't difficult for him.