Sunshine, beaches, bikinis.
Chen Tian, in a standard 'salted fish' slump, was sprawled in a lounge chair on a Hawaii beach, sunglasses pushed onto his forehead, squinting as he enjoyed the scorching Sun of Oahu Island.
To his left, Kiana was grunting and piling sand on him, trying to bury him into a human-shaped sand sculpture. To his right, Miss 2B quietly held a glass of iced coconut water with a tiny umbrella, offering the straw to his lips.
A little further out in the waves, Bayonetta, in a deep purple swimsuit provocative enough to make a lifeguard blow his whistle, was riding a jet ski, its engine roaring as it sliced through the azure sea, kicking up a dazzling spray of white water.
This was paradise, nothing less.
"Zzz—嗡—Zzz—"
A jarring vibration came from the wristband on the small round table beside him.
Chen Tian lifted his eyelids and glanced at it; Tony Stark's projection, wearing a pink Hello Kitty armor, was flickering on the wristband.
He lazily stretched out a finger, poked Kiana, who was trying to bury his right hand, and said in a languid voice, "Kid, do me a favor. See what that tin man is howling about now? He's disturbing my holy light bath."
Kiana dropped her shovel, picked up the wristband, and glanced at it, her small face immediately scrunching up. "Uncle Tony! He said… that guy called Ant-Man has been sitting in the Arbitrator Tower's front desk lobby for almost half an hour! He's asking when you're coming back to sign for him!" She threw the wristband back onto the table like a hot potato. "Commander! You stood up the new guy again!"
Ant-Man? Scott Lang?
Images flashed through Chen Tian's mind: Deadpool in his tight suit doing a yangko dance on the headquarters ceiling, Spider-Man incessantly lecturing new recruits about safety manuals, and Ant-Man Scott possibly shrinking to ant-size and playing pranks in some corner.
Three mischievous troublemakers together? The scene was too beautiful for him to imagine. Arbitrators Headquarters would probably have to change its name to "Marvel Deyun Society Branch."
"Tsk." Chen Tian let out a disdainful snort, and his sunglasses "clacked" back over his eyes. He slid down another half-inch, as if to weld himself completely into the lounge chair. "Sign for him? Sign for a hammer. Tell him the signee is on vacation, return date undetermined. If he needs anything, he can send a message in a bottle."
The wristband vibrated persistently, Tony Stark's avatar flashing madly, the surging resentment palpable even across the Pacific Ocean.
Chen Tian pouted, slowly extended his hand, and pressed the speakerphone. Tony Stark's voice, now filled with irritable resentment, instantly exploded, the volume almost knocking over the parasol:
"Chen Tian—!!!"
Several bikini-clad beauties on the beach flinched, turning their heads.
"Where the hell did you disappear to?! Scott Lang! That shrinking ant in a knock-off tight suit! He's had three cups of coffee at my Tower's front desk! Eaten two donuts! If he keeps looking at Friday's projection with those innocent big eyes, Friday is going to develop a personality disorder! Now! Immediately! Get your ass back here and sign for your intern!!"
The sound waves were incredibly penetrating; even Bayonetta, who was racing on the sea, seemed to pause.
Chen Tian revealed a mischievous smile, slowly raised the wristband to his mouth, and took a deep breath—
"Hello? Hello, hello? Tony? Can—you—hear—me—?" He pinched his throat, his voice becoming erratic and intermittent, like an old radio with bad reception. "Static… bad signal… static… You said… Ant-Man? What ant… static… cockroach? Static… I'm here… Hawaii… static… the sea breeze is too strong… can't hear you! Hello? Hello?! Tony?! Are you still there?! Static—"
Beep… beep… beep…
The call was abruptly cut off.
The World instantly became quiet, leaving only the sound of the waves, Kiana's grunting as she buried sand, and the distant roar of the jet ski's engine.
"Done." Chen Tian casually tossed the phone back onto the table, sighed comfortably, and settled back into the embrace of the lounge chair. He grabbed the coconut water Miss 2B handed him and took a big, satisfying sip. "You want me to go back and be a neighborhood committee director, mediating those three clowns? No way. I, Chen Tian, would rather slack off than suffer!"
The Sun became warm and pleasant again.
— — — — — — — — — —
On the other side of the Earth, New York.
"F***!!!!"
Tony Stark looked at his wristband, which instantly went black, displaying "Connection disconnected." He was so angry he almost swung a nearby million-dollar art piece like a baseball bat.
A vein throbbed on his temple. He spun around twice, grabbed a glass, and gulped down a large mouthful of liquor, but the spicy liquid couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart.
"Bad signal?! Strong sea breeze?! Chen Tian is lying on a beach in Hawaii picking his toes! Bad signal, my ass! Friday! Lock onto his coordinates immediately! I'm going to send him a delivery missile as a beach ball!"
Above the lab, Friday's female voice sounded with a hint of helplessness: "Boss, Mr. Chen's biological signal is indeed located in the private beach area of Oahu Island, Hawaii. However, according to Article 3 of the 'Non-Aggression Private Vacation' supplementary agreement you signed with him, launching a missile at his vacation coordinates without permission will be considered a serious breach of contract. At that time, Mr. Chen can retaliate against you…"
Tony Stark's expression instantly froze, as if he'd just bitten into a lemon.
"Damn it… that kid's retaliation…" He gritted his teeth, stewed for a long time, and finally could only smash the empty coffee cup onto the table. "Shit! This lawless slacker! He's slacked off to a new Universal height!"
Just then, the lounge door opened, and Pepper walked in.
She wore a sharply tailored business suit, a suppressed smile on her face, clearly having heard the recent outburst.
"Still playing mind games with Chen?" Pepper poured more liquor into Tony Stark's glass. "Is he using that 'bad signal' old trick on you again?"
Tony Stark grabbed the glass and chugged, slumping back into his work chair like a deflated balloon.
"Who else but him! Leaving the new guy stranded in the lobby while he takes his harem to check in at Hawaii!!" He pointed to the high-definition photo that automatically popped up on the screen, showing Chen Tian hugging Kiana and Miss 2B, smiling like an idiot in the Hawaii Sun, his heart aching. "Look! Public funds for travel! Corruption! Degeneracy!"
Pepper leaned over to look at the photo. Far from being angry, she burst out laughing, her eyes full of mischief: "Nicely captured. But Tony."
She turned to her fiancé, whose hair was almost standing on end from anger, and said lightly, "Don't you think that ever since Chen Tian started his 'salted fish life,' the processing speed of the backlog of reports and other business documents in your office has increased by at least thirty percent?"
Tony Stark was stunned.
Pepper poured herself a cup of coffee, gently blew on it, took a sip, and slowly delivered the fatal blow: "After all, every time he makes you jump with rage, you seem to turn that anger into motivation, working through the night to finish those 'small problems' you'd been procrastinating on for almost half a month."
Her smiling gaze fell on Tony Stark's face. "In a way, Chen Tian is practically a miracle cure for Tony Stark's 'terminal procrastination.' Don't you think so, dear?"
Tony Stark: "..."
He looked at Pepper's all-knowing, slightly smug smile, then at Chen Tian's carefree smiling face under the aurora on the screen. An extremely complex emotion, mixed with frustration, powerlessness, and a hint of embarrassed anger at having the truth exposed, rushed to his head.
Miracle cure? He just wanted to give Chen Tian a ton of laxatives right now!
Tsk!" Chen Tian's eyelids under his sunglasses twitched violently. "No! Tony Stark definitely won't let me have a peaceful vacation here!!"
He ripped off the wet sand Kiana had just piled on his face and decisively ordered the white-haired girl, who was still trying to press his ankle into the sand: "Kid! Pack up! Level One escape alert!"
He turned his head and roared towards the sea, his voice cutting through the engine's roar: "Darling! Come ashore! Time to change maps!"
Kiana dropped her shovel, her eyes lighting up. "Escape? Where to, where to? What are we playing this time?"
Miss 2B silently put down the empty coconut shell.
In the distance, on the sea, Bayonetta's jet ski executed an incredibly arrogant tail-whip drift, splashing a fan-shaped curtain of water several meters high, its engine roaring as it charged directly towards the beach.
"New coordinates?" She stood on one foot on the wet sand, shook her damp long hair, and a curve of interest appeared on her red lips.
Chen Tian grinned, revealing eight white teeth that gleamed in the sunlight: "Antarctica! Skiing! Watching penguins! And freezing to death a certain tin man who might track us!"
Tony Stark had barely swallowed the half-glass of whiskey he'd just chugged to calm his nerves when the projection on his wristband suddenly flickered.
Friday's calm voice, with a hint of sympathy, said: "Boss, Mr. Chen's biological signal has undergone a drastic displacement. Latest coordinates: Antarctica, near Queen Maud Land, minus 40 degrees Celsius, wind speed 8."
Pfft—!
Tony Stark spat a mouthful of whiskey directly onto his latest virtual design blueprint.
"Cough… cough, cough, cough… Ant… Antarctica?! Skiing?! Did a coconut tree fall on his head?!"
The screen promptly displayed a candid photo of Chen Tian wearing a bulky cold-weather suit, holding Kiana, and standing on a perennial ice cap.
The background was a vast expanse of pristine white. Kiana's small face was red from the cold, and Chen Tian was giving a peace sign to the camera. Tony Stark felt the veins in his forehead throbbing wildly, desperately needing a double dose of blood pressure medication.
"Friday! Lock onto—"
"Boss, according to the 'Non-Aggression Private Vacation' supplementary agreement, Article 3, additional clause…"
"Shut up!!!!" Tony Stark irritably cut off the alert and fiercely wiped his face. Fine, Antarctica, is it? You win!
— — — — — — — — — —
Chen Tian's Antarctica vacation plan only lasted half a day, the reasons being that Kiana attempted to drill a hot spring with a light spear, almost causing a massive ice cap collapse, and Chen Tian himself insisted that the penguins' gaze was too philosophical.
Tony Stark's blood pressure had just returned to normal with the disappearance of the Antarctica signal when Friday's projection popped up again.
"Boss, Mr. Chen's new coordinates: Switzerland, Alps, elevation 3970 meters, currently enjoying hot cocoa and cheese fondue in a luxurious snow chalet. Attached real-time photo: a snowman suspected to be built by Miss 2B."
In the image, Chen Tian was wrapped in a thick blanket, his face glowing with a happy blush, raising a steaming mug towards the camera. The background was the stunning snowy mountain scenery outside a huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Tony Stark looked at the mountain of reports piled before him and crushed the innocent pen in his hand.
Not two days later.
"Boss, Mr. Chen's coordinates updated: Indonesia, Bali, Agung volcano crater rim. Activity description: suspected open-air barbecue."
Photo: Chen Tian, wearing a flamboyant Hawaiian shirt, squatting beside the scorching rocks of the volcano crater, using a stick to skewer… something that looked like local fruit?
He was roasting it amidst smoke and fire? Kiana was eagerly watching nearby, Miss 2B stood a safe distance away with her arms crossed, and Bayonetta sat on a towering rock, legs crossed, like a queen surveying her territory.
"He's BBQing in a volcano crater?!" Tony Stark looked at the action report Natasha had just sent back about her and Steve almost demolishing a clock tower in a Latvian town due to tactical disagreements, then at the volcano barbecue photo, feeling his sanity dissipate with the volcanic ash.
Immediately after.
"Boss, Mr. Chen's coordinates: Iceland, Kirkjufell. Activity description: watching the aurora borealis and attempting to shoot down the aurora with a light spear (unsuccessfully, stopped by Miss 2B). Attached photo: standard tourist check-in photo with the aurora as a backdrop."
In the photo, the brilliant green and purple aurora borealis, like flowing silk, filled the deep blue night sky, breathtakingly beautiful.
Chen Tian was hugging Kiana and Miss 2B, Bayonetta stood behind Chen Tian, smiling like a 200-pound child at the camera, making her eternal peace sign.
"F***!" Tony Stark slammed his holographic keyboard, making the light and shadows tremble.
He had huge dark circles under his eyes, having just finished tidying up the third wall Spider-Man had crashed in the Tower's training ground (due to an out-of-control electric web bomb).
He had reviewed Ant-Man Scott Lang's beginner training report, which was full of "got lost in the ventilation shafts for three hours after shrinking" and "accidentally used Hawkeye's quiver as a slide."
And he had remotely directed security to tase and drag back Deadpool, who had tried to pick the Vibranium prison lock for the Nth time.
The recording of Banner and Shuri's argument in Wakanda was still echoing in his ears in surround sound.
He felt like a wound-up top, and he was being whipped by that slacker Chen Tian!
Tony Stark glared at Chen Tian's carefree smiling face under the aurora on the screen, the bloodshot in his eyes almost matching the vibrant colors of the aurora.
He tremblingly grabbed the blood pressure medication bottle beside him, poured out two pills, and popped them into his mouth, chewing them fiercely as if they were Chen Tian's bones.
"Play… play hard…" Tony Stark's voice squeezed through his teeth. "When I catch you… I'll let you play your fill…"
His mind had already automatically generated three hundred and sixty different "welcome ceremonies," each one enough to completely freeze Chen Tian's punchable smiling face.
The wind in the North Pole cut his face like a knife, and ice crystals crackled against the hood of his cold-weather suit.
Chen Tian tucked Kiana's freezing small hands into his pockets and grumbled to Miss 2B and Bayonetta, who looked calm as if they were just taking a stroll: "Hiss… why do I suddenly feel a chill down my spine?"
A faint blue light flickered in Miss 2B's eyes: "No supernatural energy fluctuations detected, Master. Physiological data fluctuations are normal. Suggest calorie intake." She handed him a high-energy chocolate bar.
Bayonetta's red lips curved into a mischievous smile, and she gently exhaled a puff of white mist: "Perhaps, you're being cursed by a certain deeply resentful 'patron'?"
Kiana bit into the chocolate, asking indistinctly, "Commander, where are we going next? You said the smoke was too much and stung your eyes at the volcano barbecue, and it's too cold here… How about we go to the Sahara and roast a camel?"
Chen Tian looked at the vast, white ice field, Tony Stark's face, which had probably turned purple like a sweet potato, flashing through his mind.
He suddenly sneezed: "Achoo! Roast what camel! Let's go, let's go! I have a premonition that this place is not suitable for long stays! Plan Z! Destination—Madagascar! To see lemurs! Tony Stark will never guess!"
He pulled his cold-weather suit tighter, dragging Kiana, who was still debating between roasting a camel or a kangaroo, and plunged into the wind and snow, his retreating figure incredibly resolute.
At the top floor of the distant Arbitrator Tower, Tony Stark watched the signal point on the screen once again instantly jump and disappear into the wind and snow. The blood pressure medication bottle in his hand groaned under the strain.
He slowly raised his head, looking out at the Pacific Ocean through the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes hollow, only the unconscious, mechanical chewing sounds remaining in his mouth.
While Chen Tian was enjoying his vacation and Tony Stark was collapsing and taking medication.
Logan and Psylocke of the Adjudicator team, wearing masks, infiltrated an abandoned mine shaft.
(Logan was changed to Logan, that's my mistake, I will go back and modify the previous text.)
The deep mine shaft was filled with the scent of rust and aged dynamite, mixed with the sweet, cloying smell of some low-quality mechanical lubricant.
Under Logan's mask, his nostrils flared, filtering the foul air.
Sweat, metal, and a hint of… military-grade compressed biscuit crumbs. He gave a heavy nod to Psylocke in the shadows behind him.
Psylocke said nothing, her fingers silently tracing the hilt of the blade at her waist.
Like ghosts merging with the rock walls, the two moved swiftly through the complex, abandoned mine tunnels.
Logan didn't need to see where he was going; his Beast-like intuition and sense of smell were the most precise navigation system.
He accurately avoided bottomless vertical shafts, skirted around the wreckage of collapsed mine carts, and even sidestepped a rotten piece of wood falling from above.
Psylocke followed closely, her toes barely touching the ground, moving silently.
The neon blade in her hand was the only light source in the darkness, yet it strangely didn't trigger any alarms.
The passage opened into a vast, artificially excavated space.
Several high-powered spotlights brutally tore through the darkness, casting the mountainous piles of metal equipment and hurrying figures onto the jagged cave walls.
The air was filled with the roar of diesel generators and tense shouts.
"Hurry!"
"Move it!"
"All data disks first!"
"Handle sample boxes with care!"
"Damn it, is the elevator over there still working?!"
A woman stood on a makeshift stack of ammo boxes in the center, her arms crossed, her gaze sweeping across the entire area.
Her black hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, but a striking strand of White hair conspicuously hung over her forehead.
Her tactical vest had no markings, but her imperious demeanor and the tense, absolute obedience of those around her spoke more volumes than any badge.
"CIA..." Logan rumbled a low, muffled snort from his throat.
He and Psylocke pressed themselves against the cold rock wall at the entrance, perfectly concealed by the shadows.
"They've infiltrated quite deeply, not even letting go of these rat holes."
Psylocke's gaze locked onto the White-haired woman.
The neon blade's hilt rotated slightly in her palm, and the flowing light on the blade seemed to accelerate with it, emitting an almost inaudible hum.
"Confirm the target," Logan's voice was extremely low.
After tapping a few times on her arm guard, Psylocke nodded at Logan, "Target confirmed: Valentina Allegra de Fontaine."
Upon hearing this, Logan's smile turned savage, "Good, eliminate the target, leave no one alive."
Logan's "leave no one alive" had not yet dissipated from his throat when his body transformed into an afterimage and lunged forward!
No frills, just a pure, Beast-like straight charge!
Thump!
The heavy footsteps sounded like war drums beating!
A CIA Agent, who was the first to be struck, didn't even have time to raise his gun before he was directly hit by the charging Wolverine, his sternum collapsing!
Logan pulled his claws back, like a fierce tiger baring its fangs, then, with a wet thud!
Six cold Adamantium blades effortlessly pierced through the tactical vest, muscle, and internal organs!
The Agent's eyes bulged, and blood foam sprayed from his mouth, splattering onto Logan's cold mask!
Logan violently tore his arms apart!
Rip—!
With a grating tearing sound, the Agent was almost literally ripped in half!
Blood and shattered internal organs erupted like a fountain, drenching several Agents nearby who had just raised their weapons!
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
The shouts were instantly drowned out by even more frantic gunfire!
A storm of bullets poured down!
Logan disdained to dodge!
He charged through the hail of bullets!
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
The bullets made dull thuds upon impact, and blood bloomed on his strong body, but the wounds almost instantly wriggled shut!
Only new holes in his battle suit remained!
He was like an out-of-control tank crushing through grass; wherever he went, limbs flew!
One Agent tried to shoot him at close range with a shotgun, but Logan backhanded him with a claw, slicing off half his head!
Another, holding a grenade, tried to pull the pin, but a claw had already pierced his throat, and Logan casually grabbed the corpse as a shield to smash into the next target!
A pure killing machine, a violent 碾壓!
On the other side, Psylocke was like a purple phantom!
Her figure flickered and shimmered amidst the dense bullets and intersecting light and shadow!
The neon longblade in her hand was no longer just a blade; at times, it transformed into a long whip that tore through the air, and at other times, it condensed into a solid, sharp edge capable of cleaving mountains!
Whoosh!
The neon blade's light, swung like a whip, wrapped around an automatic rifle an Agent had just raised!
Crack!
Blinding electric light flashed, and the sturdy metal gun body, along with the arm holding it, was cleanly severed!
The cut was charred black!
The Agent cried out and fell to the ground, clutching his severed arm.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Three Agents focused fire simultaneously, but Psylocke's figure suddenly blurred and dissipated from her original spot!
Her true self had already appeared behind one of them, holding the blade with one hand, accurately stabbing into the heart from the back, the neon blade piercing through his chest!
"A bunch of good-for-nothings!" Valentina stood on a slightly higher stack of ammo boxes, her face ashen, yet there was no panic in her eyes, only cold fury at being offended.
She grabbed a pale-faced technician beside her, "Release those test subjects from Sector B!
Immediately!
Let them tear these two damned rats to shreds!"
"Y-yes!"
"Officer!" The technician scrambled towards an inconspicuous passage with a thick metal door.
By this time, Logan had already brutally torn open a bloody path, less than ten meters from Valentina!
He was covered in blood and shredded flesh, Adamantium claws dripping with viscous blood, his heavy breathing like a wounded Beast, his gaze fixed on the target beneath his mask, filled with undisguised, brutal killing intent!
He stomped hard on the ground, sending gravel flying, and lunged straight at Valentina!
Just as those claws, capable of tearing steel, were about to shred the woman!
Valentina stood her ground, a mocking smile even playing on her lips, and clearly uttered a few words, her voice not loud, but extremely penetrating:
"Mindless Beast."
Buzz—!
Three silver-gray shadows suddenly shot out from the shadows behind Valentina!
Their speed was so fast they left afterimages!
With a dull whoosh, they slammed into Logan, who was lunging through the air, in a triangular formation!
Logan's pupils constricted!
His beastly intuition sensed a threat!
He was in mid-air, with nowhere to exert force!
He violently crossed his arms to protect himself!
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!!!!
Three ear-splitting metallic crashes exploded!
Sparks flew!
Three silver-gray round shields slammed hard onto Logan's crossed Adamantium claw-arms!
Terrifying power struck simultaneously!
Even Logan was forcefully sent flying backward by the immense impact!
His feet plowed two deep furrows in the rough rocky ground, and he knocked over a pile of metal instrument wreckage before he finally managed to stop!
"Pah!"
Logan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, shook his arms, which were numb from the impact, and the Adamantium claws made a chilling scraping sound as they rubbed together.
His eyes were fixed on the direction from which the shields had flown.
Heavy footsteps sounded, and three figures, dressed identically, walked out of the shadows side by side.
They wore silver-gray, angular, slightly rough full-body combat suits, with a somewhat crude-looking star emblem printed on the chest.
Each held a silver-gray round shield identical to the ones that had just attacked Logan.
Their physiques were far more robust than average, muscles bulging against their combat suits.
They were expressionless, their eyes vacant, like three programmed killing machines.
Logan twitched his nose; amidst the strong smell of blood and gunpowder, he precisely caught a familiar scent of serum with a chemical tang.
He bared his teeth, revealing a mouthful of stark White teeth, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing, filled with a strong bloody scent and undisguised contempt:
"Heh... Super Soldiers?
Knock-offs not even worthy of tying Rogers's shoes!"
He stretched his neck, making a crisp cracking sound, and his Adamantium claws rose again, pointing at the three silent Super Soldiers, "Come on, three pieces of scrap metal!
Let me see if you're tough enough to take a beating!"
Valentina, from behind the three tall soldiers, showed the cold smirk of a victor, "Eliminate those two mutant trash."
"F**k off!" Logan's Adamantium claws slammed together in a cross block, clang! clang!
Two silver shields slammed hard onto the Adamantium, sparks flying!
The enormous impact made his sturdy body sway, and the gravel beneath his feet was crushed into powder.
At the same time! The third Super Soldier's eyes flashed red.
He spun with force, the shield's edge cutting through the air with a shriek, transforming into a silver-gray afterimage, slashing directly at Psylocke, who was poised to strike!
This attack was extremely cunning, its angle and timing perfectly catching Psylocke as her old strength waned and new strength had yet to form!
Psylocke's pupils slightly constricted, and her neon longblade hummed as she blocked!
Clang—!
The ear-splitting metallic clash was deafening!
The immense kinetic energy contained in the shield numbed her wrist, and her body was involuntarily forced back!
The rocks beneath her feet cracked inch by inch!
"Eliminate the targets!"
One of the two Super Soldiers (Soldier A) who had entangled Logan emitted a cold voice, and taking advantage of Logan's block, he forcefully threw his shield like a frisbee at Psylocke!
The other soldier (Soldier B) wielded his shield even more savagely, combining it with heavy punches, relentlessly attacking Logan like a pile driver, pinning him in place!
Two silver shields, one in front and one behind, spun and cut, completely sealing off all of Psylocke's space for evasion and support!
Valentina's cold voice came from the periphery of the entangled battlefield, carrying the arrogance of a victor: "Enjoy it, mutant trash."
The sound of high heels on gravel quickly receded, disappearing into the passage leading deeper into the mine.
"You bitch, don't run!" Logan's eyes were bloodshot.
He took a heavy shield smash from Soldier B, his chest aching, a metallic taste rising in his throat.
He savagely swept his claws to parry another incoming shield strike, but the opponent's desperate, injury-for-entanglement fighting style held him firmly in place, forcing him to watch helplessly as his target disappeared into the shadows.
Mission failed!
This frustration of being toyed with and obstructed poured into Logan's bones like boiling oil, fueling his savagery!
"Psylocke! Fall back!!!" Logan suddenly let out a roar that shook the cave!
He no longer paid attention to Soldier B's storm-like attacks, enduring another dull thud of a shield hitting his back.
Crack!
There seemed to be the sound of a rib breaking, his right Adamantium claw sharply retracted, and with fury, he slammed his fist hard onto a tiny device on his left chest!
Buzz—!
The entire mine seemed to tremble!
What followed was not an explosion, but a low, grand resonance, as if from ancient cosmic space!
Vast, majestic, with a sense of power capable of crushing stars!
Rumble!
Several small, swift drones burst out from the cave entrance Logan had just entered.
They collectively gripped a golden-glowing metal box!
The box had a sharp design, its surface inscribed with ancient, mysterious runes, and in the center, a prominent goat head relief, its two crimson gem eyes suddenly lighting up in the dim mine!
Logan endured Soldier B's shield strike, fiercely swept his Adamantium claws to force him back half a step, and then, like lightning, he retreated, precisely positioning himself in front of the golden box!
His calloused palm slammed hard onto the goat head relief!
"Come on!" His roar was filled with excitement!
The runes instantly came alive!
The ruby goat eyes shot out a scorching light that seemed to tear space!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The golden box disintegrated like a living creature!
Countless brilliant golden components transformed into streaks of meteors, instantly covering, interlocking, and nesting onto Logan's body!
The menacing goat horns on his shoulder armor pointed proudly to the sky!
On the chest plate's heart guard, the ancient Capricorn constellation suddenly lit up, emitting an aura of cosmic suppression!
Arm and leg guards layered over, and golden ramming horns extended from the joints, capable of tearing through everything!
The goat war boots, as if stepping on stars, slammed shut with a roar!
Boom—!
A brilliant light, as if from the creation of the heavens and Earth, the birth of stars, suddenly erupted from Logan's body!
Instantly dispelling all the darkness, blood, and gunpowder smoke in the mine!
In that light, like the Sun descending, a majestic, sacred figure stood proudly!
Capricorn Gold Cloth! Donned!
Beneath the golden goat helmet, Logan's eyes now burned with destructive golden flames!
"Knock-offs?!" Logan's voice, transmitted through the golden helmet, carried extreme contempt, his gaze locked onto Soldier C, who had thrown the shield at Psylocke (he was raising his shield again), and Soldier B, who was frantically entangling him.
"Taste the power of Excalibur!!!"
Before his words faded, golden light exploded!
The speed amplified by the Cloth was too fast for the naked eye to discern!
Logan's figure left a gradually dissipating golden afterimage in his original spot!
Only a circular impact crater, blasted by immense force, and a cloud of dust and shattered rock rising into the air, remained!
The true Logan had appeared before Soldier C as if teleported!
His speed was so great that Soldier C's pupils were still fixated on Logan's afterimage at his original position!
Logan's right arm, covered by the golden arm guard, was raised high!
Along the entire edge of his arm, a visible, highly compressed, and extremely condensed golden light blade had formed!
That light carried an ultimate sharpness capable of severing causality and cutting through dimensions!
The air was silently torn, emitting a high-frequency wail!
"Excalibur!" The murderous declaration echoed through the mine!
Whoosh—!!!
A golden line of light, infinitesimally thin yet so brilliant it tore at the eyes, effortlessly cut through Soldier C's shield, his body, and the thick rock wall behind him!
Everyone was frozen for a moment by this strike.
Soldier C's movements stiffened.
The silver-gray shield in his hand silently slid down along a perfectly straight diagonal line, its cut smooth as a mirror.
Immediately after, his body also slowly shifted and slid apart along the same diagonal line… The cut was charred black, with no blood spurting.
On the rock wall behind him, a deep, smooth, slender cut, extending into the darkness, remained!
At this moment, Soldier B's attack had just reached Logan's back!
There was still no emotion in his eyes, like a machine, his shield and fist simultaneously slammed towards that golden back!
Logan didn't even turn his head!
His left arm, covered by the Gold Cloth, swung backward!
The same golden light blade flashed across the edge of his left arm!
Whoosh—!
Another subtle but fatal line of light flashed!
Soldier B, along with the shield and fist he had thrown with all his might, was sliced as if by the most precise laser cutter!
The shield was split in two, his arm severed at the elbow, and his body was cut in half at the waist!
The cuts were equally smooth and charred black!
He didn't even manage to let out a scream; his two severed halves tumbled under inertia and crashed into the nearby pile of equipment!
Logan raised his right hand high, aimed at Soldier A, and grinned savagely, "Your comrades are dead!
Aren't you going to follow them!"
With that, he violently swung his arm down.
Soldier A tried to dodge, only to find his body completely out of control.
A line of blood appeared on his forehead, and his body was split in half by Excalibur, falling to either side.
After all this, Logan twisted his neck, his joints making a metallic clanging sound.
"Tsk, Excalibur cutting vegetables, the feel is not bad." He glanced at the charred "parts" on the ground, letting out a low chuckle, "Not as durable as that zombie Hulk from before!"
Logan looked in the direction Valentina had left, frowning, "Psylocke, clear out the small fry!
I'm going to see where that bitch Valentina ran off to."
Golden light once again tore through the gloom, and the figure wrapped in the Gold Cloth, with an unstoppable momentum, charged towards the direction where Valentina had disappeared.
Psylocke withdrew her gaze, took a deep breath, and suppressed the shock in her heart.
The neon longblade in her hand hummed again, its blade turning towards the few remaining Agents in the corner of the mine, who were scared out of their wits and slumped on the ground.
The mission wasn't over yet, and for these small fry who had witnessed the divine power of "Excalibur," Psylocke's longblade might actually be a mercy.
Mission report?
That's something for those who survive to worry about.
As for Logan?
"I just smash things, you write the report!" (The only thought that flashed through Logan's mind during his charge)
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