Simultaneous Time Travel: I am a Marvel Homelander!
Chapter 71: Professor X, Is It? I Will Definitely Kill You Brutes!
Seeing Lady Deathstrike instantly killed, and Colonel Rickchoked by the neck like a dead dog by that man, Sabretooth Victor knew things had taken a terrible turn.
The Mutant in front of him was absolutely not an existence he could deal with; there was no way the opponent was just a Level 3 Mutant.
Perhaps... this guy had already reached the level of a Level 4 Mutant!
A flash of fear crossed Sabretooth's yellow beast-like eyes; the opponent's Laser Vision had almost shot him to death just now.
What's more, this guy also possessed that powerful Physical Body that could ramp and smash tanks directly, terrifying Laser Vision emitting hundreds of thousands of degrees of heat, and a horrifying speed that the naked eye couldn't even react to...
Everything indicated that the man in front of him was absolutely not someone he, Sabretooth, could contend with!
Escape!
He had to escape!!
His skin tightened, his brow twitched, and his muscles spasmed...
All of Sabretooth's senses were frantically warning him that he must escape, that he must get out of this damn place.
Otherwise, he would die!
Possessing a super self-healing ability and having never died before, he would definitely die in this godforsaken place!
Without the slightest hesitation, Sabretooth immediately dropped Wolverine Logan, ignoring his wild instincts and casting aside any thought of fighting to the end, turning around to run.
Right at that moment, a familiar man's voice came through his earpiece.
"Sabretooth, how are things on your end?" It was Colonel Stryker's voice.
"Fuck!" Hearing this, Sabretooth got furious. "Fuck you, Stryker! This is fucking not a Level 3 Mutant at all."
"Even Lady Deathstrike died at this guy's hands! Do you know how hard Lady Deathstrike is to kill?"
"I fought that bitch for three days and three nights back then and couldn't kill her, yet that guy instantly killed Lady Deathstrike, leaving nothing but an Adamantiumskeleton!"
Sabretooth's voice, filled with fear and anger, left Colonel Stryker on the other end extremely puzzled. Was the Level 3 Mutant in this Mutant Research Base really that terrifying?
"Is that Mutant really that strong? You were all handpicked by me to go and help. The Hawes Family's support is very important to us."
Colonel Stryker said.
"You must help me rescue Rick Ross!"
"Fuck! You fucking damn Stryker!" Sabretooth cursed, then turned his head to look in the direction of Colonel Rick and Ian, wanting to confirm that guy's situation.
However...
There was nothing.
The area over there was completely empty, with only the Adamantium skeleton lying on the ground, smoking.
Other than that, there was nothing.
Where was that guy?!
Sabretooth Victor was startled, a premonition of disaster rising in his heart.
"Are you... looking for me?"
The unfamiliar male voice carried not a shred of emotion, like a biting cold wind in winter, making Sabretooth Victor's hair stand on end and sending a chill through his entire body.
"Die!!"
The muscles in his right arm suddenly bulged, and he spun around with lightning speed, his sharp, bone-clawed right hand clawing out fiercely.
As a powerful Level 3 Mutant, Sabretooth's claws were incredibly sharp, easily capable of tearing through steel. To him, an ordinary person's body was as fragile as tofu.
However...
Sss! Sss!!
Sabretooth froze on the spot, looking at the scene before him in disbelief.
His full-strength claw strike was actually blocked by the opponent with a single finger?
How could anyone be this monstrous?!
"Did you hear me, Victor! You must help me rescue Rick Ross, otherwise you are dead!"
Sabretooth stood on the spot, staring at Ian in front of him, as a terrifying pressure that felt almost tangible instantly surged over him like a tide.
As if unable to withstand such terrifying pressure, Sabretooth frantically swung his claws, tearing through the air and leaving afterimages as they struck towards other parts of Ian's body.
But Ian had already activated his super senses. Even though Sabretooth exerted his full strength and moved fast enough to leave afterimages in the air, his movements were still as slow as a turtle's in Ian's eyes.
Merely raising an index finger, Ian easily blocked all of Sabretooth's attacks.
"Are you done playing?"
The cold voice came from the man's mouth.
Sabretooth's heart trembled. He stopped his attacks and retreated repeatedly, looking at the man in front of him with a face full of horror.
"Impossible, this is impossible! How could you possibly possess such terrifying and comprehensive abilities?"
His full-strength attacks were like harmless tickles to the man in front of him, who easily blocked them all.
How the fuck was he supposed to fight this?
"Nothing is impossible." Ian nodded slightly and said indifferently, "You haven't seen it, so it's only natural that you can't imagine my strength. But now..."
"Your turn is over. It's my turn!"
Just like the turn-based games Ian used to play, once Sabretooth's attack turn was over, it was his turn!
Ian clenched his right fist, his muscles contracting sharply. His full-body strength, amplified fourfold, condensed to a single point. Then, his arm swung out instantly, his fist blasting through the air and causing the airflow to surge wildly, erupting with a violent howling sound.
Bang!!
A massive force erupted. Sabretooth felt as if he had been violently hit by a high-speed train. The flesh on his abdomen instantly exploded, and even his internal organs and back were directly pierced through.
A tide of intense pain surged from his abdomen, causing Sabretooth's face to turn pale instantly, and he immediately blacked out.
"Shit! Victor, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
Colonel Stryker's voice kept coming through the earpiece.
Ian took off Sabretooth's earpiece and said coldly, "Sabretooth is down."
"Who are you?" Colonel Stryker demanded.
"Me?" Ian thought for a moment and replied in a deep voice, "I am Professor X, Charles, leader of the Mutants!"
"Rick Ross... What did you do to him?!"
Colonel Stryker asked hurriedly. In his eyes, neither Sabretooth nor Lady Deathstrike was nearly as important as him.
"You mean the Commander of this unit?"
Ian glanced at Rick, whom he was holding like a dead dog, and replied.
"He has already fainted from fright. Perhaps he has entered a deep dream state now, where I am constantly burning his dick with fire, restoring his dick, and then continuing to burn it."
Colonel Stryker: "..."
Motherfucker, he knew these Mutants were all extremely perverted. It looked like Colonel Rick Hawes was going to suffer.
Taking a deep breath, Colonel Stryker said through gritted teeth:
"Professor X Charles, is it? I've heard of your name. Don't you seem to be trying to ease relations with humans?"
"I'm telling you now, humans can never coexist with monsters like Mutants!"
"I will definitely find you and kill you goddamn brutes!"
Chapter 72: Did Professor X Sell His ** to the Military?
Ian did not react to Colonel Stryker's exasperated response, only saying quietly:
"It's fine. Your wife and child are already dead anyway. Even if you kill every Mutant in this World, they won't be coming back."
Colonel Stryker: "..."
These words were like an invisible hand, tearing right through his final line of defense.
After all...
His wife and child had indeed died when a Mutant's power went out of control. Their Deaths were horrific, leaving not even a corpse behind.
That was why Colonel Stryker wanted to slaughter every Mutant in this World, futilely hoping to create a beautiful New World without Mutants.
But the problem was...
even if he killed every Mutant in this World, his wife and child—Marcy and Jason—would never come back to life.
It had to be said that Ian's words completely broke Colonel Stryker's defense. He immediately hung up the phone, pressed a red button on his desk, and stood up from his office chair.
The wall on the left slowly slid open, revealing a brain inside an incubation chamber—
the brain of his son, Jason Stryker, a Mutant with psychic abilities.
"Damn that Professor X, Charles!" Colonel Stryker growled in a low voice, his heart filled with rage.
He had actually been mocked by a damn Mutant. Absolutely outrageous!
His chest heaving with anger, Colonel Stryker quickly grabbed his walkie-talkie and barked an order:
"Lock onto Sabretooth Victor's last known location! If he's not in an urban area, launch an intercontinental missile immediately. Destroy that damn Mutant at all costs!"
...
The call was abruptly disconnected, but Ian didn't have much of an emotional reaction. He just let out a soft sigh of relief.
After all...
He had already been planning to pin this blame on that bastard Professor X. If not for Professor X, how could they, the Mutants, have ended up in such a state?
This was just like Tang Jia San Shao during the web novel censorship campaigns—someone had to bear the responsibility.
But clearly, Professor X was even more ruthless than Tang Jia San Shao. After all, this guy had personally stripped all Mutants, including himself, of their human status.
It was so insane that Ian couldn't help but wonder if Professor X, Charles, had sold his ass to the AmericaMilitary.
Otherwise, why would a Mutant classify his own kind as beasts?
Was this not betrayal?
"Ian!"
Just then, a familiar woman's voice came from behind him.
Immediately after, Ian felt a warm, soft body press against him, wrapping him in a tight embrace.
Emma wrapped her arms around Ian's waist and held him tightly. Her entire body was trembling like a startled little animal, and she said emotionally:
"You... you're finally back, Ian... I was so scared. I was so scared just now that Farley, Didam, and the others were all dead."
"Even though I thought about what you said... I thought that we... we shouldn't be afraid if we want to resist."
"But... when I saw those tanks firing their shells just now... I was truly terrified. I was afraid that all of us Mutants would die here, like a speck of dust, failing to light the fire that would burn down the entire America before we died."
A faint, delicate fragrance drifted from the body of the beauty behind him, tickling Ian's nose and refreshing his mind.
Feeling Emma's trembling body, Ian held her arms, which were wrapped tightly around his waist, with his right hand and said softly:
"It's alright, Emma. I'm back now. It's all over. Those who wanted to kill and persecute us... I've already dealt with all of them."
"But..."
Thinking of the heavily injured Farley and the others, Emmacouldn't help but choke up.
"Farley lost an arm, and Didam's leg was blown off. They're either dead or crippled..."
"It's alright, Emma."
Ian let go of Colonel Rick, letting the man slump to the ground. He then turned Emma around and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Look into my eyes, Emma. We will definitely find a way out. Even if they are severely injured, we will absolutely save them."
Ian said earnestly.
"Don't forget, we escaped from this damn base cage and survived together in the first place."
"But can we really do it?"
Emma looked up, her face filled with helplessness.
Her deep blue eyes were filled with tears, sparkling under the sunlight like beautiful sapphires.
Just moments ago, Emma truly thought Farley and the others were dead, causing her emotions to spiral out of control, and her Mutant abilities had nearly gone wild along with them.
Fortunately, Ian had arrived just in time, giving her a great sense of security and allowing her to calm down.
"Of course, Emma. Where there's a will, there's a way. We must do this, and we must succeed!"
Ian said with a resolute expression.
"Only then can we survive, and live well enough to enjoy ourselves."
Ian's goal was very clear. He had undergone Transmigration to this place just to enjoy his life.
Anyone who stood in the way of his enjoyment was an enemy.
And enemies... must all die!
...
"What the fuck!"
Cyclops Scott stood not far away, staring blankly at the smoke-filled battlefield where the fight had already ended.
He could hardly believe his eyes.
That Level 3 Mutant from just now... from the moment he appeared until now, it had taken him a mere two minutes to deal with over a dozen tanks, twenty armored vehicles, and hundreds of fully armed soldiers.
And even...
Even Sabretooth and Lady Deathstrike, those two incredibly powerful, seemingly unkillable Level 3 Mutants, were instantly taken out by him.
One was completely dead, leaving behind only an Adamantium skeleton gleaming with a metallic luster.
The other had suffered a heavy blow and collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.
This... was simply too shocking... it could even be called fucking terrifying!
"Jean, do you still think... he's a Level 3 Mutant?"
Scott felt his lips grow dry. He turned his head to look at Phoenix beside him and asked in a low voice.
"I don't know either."
Jean shook her head, her brow furrowed deeply, her gaze remaining fixed on Emma, who was embracing Ian.
"But that girl... the massive energy source I felt from that abandoned factory earlier was coming from her."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Storm, Ororo, said coldly. "Let's go over and find them."
Scott nodded. "You're right. They've just been through a brutal battle, suffered heavy casualties, and their shelter has been exposed. This is their most dangerous moment."
"If we, the X-Men, step forward now and share Professor Charles's philosophy with them, they will definitely choose to join us."
With that in mind, Cyclops led Storm and Phoenix over to Ian and the others.
"Hello, we are the X-Men. You've suffered. Professor X sent us here to save you," Cyclops said.
"Professor X?" Ian's brow furrowed, his mind racing. "Do you mean that bastard who sold his ass to the anti-MutantMilitary?"
Cyclops:???
Professor Charles sold his ass?
How come I didn't know about this?
Chapter 73: Anti-fans vs. Brain-dead fans, Gu-fans vs. Snow-fans
"Professor Charles has sold out to the Military, don't you guys know that?"
Cyclops Scott, Storm Ororo, and Phoenix Jean stood frozen, unable to believe what they had just heard.
"When did Professor Charles ever sell out to the Military?"
How did they not know?
Was it about that time Professor Charles and Magnetowere locked up in prison together?
If Professor Charles really sold out... had Magneto done the same?
The three X-Men fell into deep thought.
"Wait, how do you know Professor Charles sold out?" Phoenix Jean was the first to react. "What if you're just making this up?"
Right, what if this guy was just making it up?
Cyclops Scott and Storm exchanged looks, seeing the suspicion in each other's eyes.
They were, after all, professionally trained Mutants from X-Academy. The only reason they had frozen up was because what Ian said was too explosive.
Ian didn't care about their suspicion at all.
"Believe it or not, it's up to you. But I have to say one thing: that damn animal, Professor Charles, sold out to the America Military a long time ago."
"Otherwise, why would he make a distinction between humans and Mutants, turning Mutants into outsiders, a species that doesn't belong to humanity?"
"Fuck! You are talking total nonsense!"
Phoenix Jean's face instantly turned angry as she hurriedly defended Professor Charles.
"Professor Charles's core philosophy from the very beginning has been that Mutants are human, the next step in human evolution!"
As a Mutant who had been guided by Professor Charlesand learned to use her powers reasonably, she had known his core philosophy for a long time.
She knew he didn't want to separate humans and Mutants, but rather wanted to establish that Mutants were the next step in human evolution.
Yet, somehow, the outside world had suddenly removed Mutants from the concept of humanity.
Since then, humans and Mutants were no longer the same species.
"Then how do you explain why, after Professor Charlesfounded X-Academy, we Mutants were kicked out of the human race?"
Ian sneered, his dark eyes looking at the angry Phoenix, who resembled a small Beast.
The black bodysuit tightly wrapped around her body, outlining Phoenix Jean's figure—a physique that would make any man unable to look away—to perfection.
The full, plump chest was firmly constricted by the black bodysuit, revealing only a deep and tantalizing cleavage.
"That was pure coincidence! Professor Charles's great philosophy is not what you..."
Phoenix Jean was so angry her chest heaved violently. Professor Charles had always been her idol.
His spirit of self-sacrifice for the greater good of Mutants made her admire him even more.
And now, encountering Ian, this anti-fan of Professor X, Phoenix naturally had to step up and argue.
After all, this was just like the battles between the die-hard fans and anti-fans of Ji-ge that Ian had seen in his previous life, or the Gu-fans vs. Snow-fans.
The Phoenix before him was clearly a brain-dead fan of that animal, Professor X.
And facing such a brain-dead fan, Ian, as a master provocateur, clearly knew how to deal with such a person.
He stepped forward and slammed his right hand onto Phoenix's shoulder, cutting her off.
Then, under the confused gazes of Phoenix Jean, Cyclops Scott, and Storm Ororo, Ian channeled his Bio-electricity, sending it directly into his palm.
This was a new move he could perform after fully merging with the essence of Black-Robe Ian, strengthening his Bio-electricity, and tempering his heart for the second time.
During the first tempering, Ian's Bio-electricity could only be produced by all his cells and then gathered in his chest.
After the second tempering, Ian discovered he could circulate his Bio-electricity to any part of his body.
Not only that, but Ian's Bio-electricity had also far exceeded what an ordinary person could contain.
Generally speaking, the human body is composed of six trillion charged cells that act as natural batteries, producing Bio-electricity with a potential of about 30-40 volts.
At this moment, after two heart temperings and a 4x combat power boost, the Bio-electricity in Ian's body had reached a terrifying 100,000 volts!
So, what would happen if a 100,000-volt current made contact with an unprepared Phoenix Jean? The answer is naturally...
"Oh ho ho ho!"
Caught off guard, Jean rolled her eyes back as the 100,000-volt current from Ian's palm surged through her. Her body spasmed continuously, and her large, rounded assets trembled like jelly.
Countless beads of cold sweat seeped out from all over her body, the sticky sweat sliding slowly down her smooth curves and dripping onto the ground.
Cyclops Scott, standing to the side, saw this scene and his eyes widened instantly.
He looked at Ian, then at Phoenix, who was trembling and making strange, ambiguous sounds.
"Oh shit! What is going on with those two?"
Could it be that Jean has fallen for this guy?
Thinking of this, Cyclops Scott couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sorrow.
After all, on his first day at X-Academy, he had developed quite a fondness for Phoenix Jean.
Just like Obito in the neighboring Hokage, Cyclops had been secretly in love with Phoenix, waiting for the day he could confess to her.
Now, before he could even start to confess, Jean had been reduced to this state by the guy in front of him, and it even looked like she was enjoying it.
Cyclops: o(╥﹏╥)o Boo hoo, Jean, how could you become like this?
Although Cyclops was a bit of an idiot, Storm Ororostanding next to him was not.
She instantly saw that Ian was electrocuting Phoenix, so she immediately activated her Mutant power, looking at Ianwith a cold expression.
"Let go of Jean, otherwise..."
Rumble!!
A low rumble of thunder sounded from the sky.
The previously clear sky instantly turned pitch black, filled with dark clouds, lightning, and thunder.
Ian looked up and could clearly see the restless plasma of lightning condensing in the black clouds high above, leaping between the cloud layers like a fierce Beast.
The terrifying energy made even him twitch his eyelids.
Behind him, Emma sensed the danger and quickly raised her hands, gathering energy and aiming at the ready-to-attack Storm.
"Stop! Cease your attack on Ian, otherwise... I will attack you!"
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
Ian, who had been electrocuting Phoenix for a while, was the first to let go.
"You think Professor Charles is a good person, which is understandable, after all, you were saved by him."
"But we are different from you. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have ended up in such a situation."
"Hunted by everyone, caught and locked in prison, eating food that almost challenges the physiological limits of humans."
He bowed his head and looked at Storm in front of him, saying word by word:
"So it is impossible for us to join you, and even more impossible to join an organization that has Professor Charles in it!"
Chapter 74 Cyclops: Did Professor Charles Really Sell His Ass?
Storm Ororo wanted to say something more, but heard a series of sonic booms coming from the sky.
She quickly looked up and saw countless missiles falling in this direction like meteors.
Just as she was preparing to control the lightning in the sky to shoot down these missiles,
Swoosh!!
A thick beam of light suddenly shot out, directly slicing through all those missiles.
The dense sound of explosions echoed from the sky, like a hymn of resistance against oppression.
Ian held Colonel Rick Ross in one hand and Sabretooth in the other. With his back to the three members of the X-Team, he led Emma toward Farley and the others.
Storm and Cyclops's lips twitched, but in the end, they said nothing and hurried to check on Jean's condition.
...
"Mr. Ian... cough cough... we didn't... we didn't embarrass you, did we?"
Farley lay on the scorched ground, black mud mixed with bloodstains, looking very messy, as if a child had scribbled on his face with paint.
One of his arms had been blown off, and his entire body was severely injured from the impact of the explosion, leaving him on the verge of Death.
But fortunately, Mr. Ian was back, and he had killed those damn people from the anti-Mutant Military.
"Those people... found us out of nowhere. We had no other choice... we... we could only fight them."
Farley gasped heavily, looking at Ian and Emma standing before him, explaining with all his strength.
Seeing him like this, Emma quickly came over, knelt in front of him, took out a bottle of water, and helped Farley up.
"Farley, drink some water first. We've made it through the crisis. Ian is back, and we'll be safe and sound!"
"No need... Young Miss Emma."
A tragic smile squeezed onto Farley's weak face.
He could feel that his lungs had been punctured by his ribs, and every breath felt like a knife slash, slowly devouring his life.
"I won't survive, so don't waste resources. Besides... we have already lit... cough!...the fire that Mr. Ian passed to us, haven't we?"
His voice grew weaker and weaker, like an old man on his deathbed, struggling in the final moments of life to grasp the last ray of sunlight.
"I used to have a happy family, and a... child and wife who loved me, but... but ever since I became a... Mutant, everything changed..."
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"Just because... I am a Mutant, those people... those people destroyed my easily-obtained happiness... my happy family... everything!"
Glistening tears welled up in Farley's eyes as he looked at Ian and pleaded:
"Mr. Ian... I beg of you, you must live on... you must... resist to the end, and kill all those who oppress us and try to massacre us!"
With that, Farley seemed to have used up all his strength and collapsed into Emma's arms.
Ian looked at his corpse, feeling somewhat silent after hearing these words spoken by someone who had burned away his very life.
Although his abilities were formidable—capable of Flight, possessing Super Strength, Super Durability, and Heat Vision, and even able to absorb energy—
he ultimately lacked the ability to heal others, and could not save Farley and the rest.
Not only that, but Farley's words also echoed in Ian's mind.
He was a transmigrator, and he had transmigrated here to enjoy life.
But unfortunately, he was also a Mutant, and was being persecuted precisely because of his status as a Mutant.
If he didn't resolve this issue, how could he enjoy life?
Was he supposed to be sunbathing on a Hawaiian beach one day, watching bikini-clad beauties showing off for him, only to be disturbed by those damn people who discriminated against Mutants?
This was not what Ian wanted.
"Rest assured, I will kill everyone who dares to persecute us."
Ian said in a low voice, as if responding to Farley, or perhaps talking to himself.
Hearing this, Didam, whose legs had been blown off nearby, nodded in relief, then closed his eyes and lost his life.
Not just them, but all the Mutants on the battlefield should have actually died long ago from the shockwaves of those artillery shells.
However, because of a strong conviction in their hearts and an obsession to wait for Ian's return, their willpower influenced their bodies, allowing them to hold on.
And now, having received Ian's answer, these Mutants let out a sigh of relief one after another, calmly accepting Death.
Because they knew that those who persecuted them would die sooner or later!
And this damn America would also be overthrown and destroyed by Ian sooner or later!!
"Let's go, Emma. This is no longer a safe place."
Seeing Emma silently weeping and looking sorrowful, Iansighed and gently comforted her.
"We still have more important things to do, don't we?"
Wet tears kept sliding down from Emma's eyes, like tiny glistening pearls dripping onto the ground.
Hearing Ian's words, she looked up, stood up, forced down the sorrow in her heart, and nodded.
"Mhm."
Her voice was somewhat choked up. Over the past few days of spending time with these Mutants, Emma had already learned their stories.
Not everyone was like Farley, who had a happy and beautiful family before becoming a Mutant.
For most of them, their lives were a tragedy.
And now, their Deaths had also turned into a tragedy, making Emma feel extremely sorrowful.
"They were clearly such good people... why did it turn out like this..."
"Because we aren't strong enough." Ian patted her shoulder. "As long as we are strong enough, no one will oppress or bully us again, and no more tragedies will happen!"
"Is it enough just to become strong?"
"Yes, Emma, we must become strong."
"So where should we go now?"
Ian fell silent for a moment, then turned his head to look in a certain direction and said softly:
"New York."
There, where countless superheroes resided, was fraught with danger, and a single misstep could easily cost one's life.
But at the same time, it was also...
the place where they were most likely to obtain the Infinity Stones.
...
Westchester, New York, Xavier Mansion, X-Academy.
After leaving Detroit, Cyclops Scott drove all the way back, bringing Phoenix Jean Grey and Storm Ororo with him.
However, their mood was not very good.
After all,
after seeing the brutal battlefield where Mutants and the Military slaughtered each other, these teenagers who had never experienced a major battle felt a bit uneasy in their hearts.
It turned out that the battle between humans and Mutants... was actually so tragic.
Upon hearing the news of their return, Professor X Charleshurried over in his wheelchair.
When he arrived in the hall and saw the dejected Cyclops Scott, his heart tightened slightly, and he frowned and asked:
"How did it go? Scott, did you find that Level 5 Mutant?"
Scott nodded: "We found them, Professor Charles, but due to certain matters, they were unwilling to join us."
"How can that be?" Professor X's face darkened. "As Level 5 Mutants, their power is enough to destroy the entire Earth. If they aren't kept under control, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
Looking at the grim-faced Professor X before him, Cyclopsseemed to think of something and asked:
"Um... Professor, I don't know if I should ask you a question."
"What question? Go ahead."
"Um... Professor Charles, did you really sell your ass to the anti-Mutant Military?"
Professor X:???
Chapter 75 Quinn: You Are the Emperor of All of Us Superhumans!
Professor X asked in confusion, "How did you know... Wait, I've never sold hooks!"
However...
Before Cyclops could speak...
Colonel Stryker's furious voice came from outside.
"Listen, Mutants inside! You have been surrounded! If you don't hand over the Mutant named Professor X..."
"...then none of you will survive!"
Ever since hanging up the phone with Ian, Colonel Strykerimmediately led his men to search for Professor X's location.
And just now, they surrounded the entire X-Academy.
He never expected that so many damn Mutants would gather together within the borders of America.
Since he was going to capture Professor X today anyway, he might as well capture all of these damn Mutants and take them back together!
Hearing the voices of the anti-Mutant Military outside, the faces of Professor Charles, Cyclops, and the others instantly changed.
"Quick!" Professor X said hurriedly. "Scott, go find Quicksilver! His speed is so fast that no one can react. Have him evacuate everyone immediately!"
"Wait, Professor, evacuate to where? If we disperse, we are highly likely to be hunted down and cornered again!"
Cyclops Scott said anxiously.
"New York!" Professor X said. "I have a friend in New York. We will definitely be able to survive safely there!"
...
The Brotherhood of Mutants was located inside the Statue of Liberty in New York.
Due to the difficult plight of Mutants, they could only hide in places people would never think of.
"You're saying... Wolverine somehow got news of Sabretooth Victor and went to Detroit all by himself?"
Magneto Erik Magnus Lehnsherr sat in his chair, still wearing his iconic helmet, his gaze fixed on the deep-blue-skinned woman in front of him.
He was a Level 4 Mutant with the ability to manipulate magnetic fields, and had been a close friend of Professor Xfor many years.
But ever since Professor X chose to be friendly and close with humans, Magneto had parted ways with him.
After all...
Those humans had done too many cruel and unforgivable things to Mutants; Magneto could not bring himself to be loyal to humanity.
Thus, he led other Mutants and founded the Brotherhood of Mutants, hoping to one day establish a nation belonging to Mutants.
"Yes, I originally wanted to persuade him to join our Brotherhood of Mutants to create a better tomorrow together."
Mystique Raven nodded and said. She had short Red Hairthat draped over her shoulders like fire.
White cloth bands covered the key parts of her body, wrapping around the two massive water bags on her chest and her plump hips, revealing her beautiful curves.
"But unfortunately, Wolverine has no interest in joining our Brotherhood of Mutants."
Mystique Raven shook her head, a look of regret appearing on her face.
"He is only interested in avenging Silver Fox—his girlfriend. He has no thoughts about our ideas or our grand ideal of creating a Mutant nation."
"Is that so?" Magneto raised his right hand and stroked his chin.
"In that case, let him be. As long as there are still humans in this World who oppress us Mutants..."
"...we will never lack compatriots who want to join the Brotherhood of Mutants."
As if thinking of something, he continued:
"However, Charles seems to have sent Cyclops and Phoenix to Detroit as well. What on Earth happened there?"
Mystique thought for a moment and, combining the information she had previously obtained from Hells Kitchen, replied:
"It seems some Mutants escaped from the Detroit Mutant Research Base, and..."
"And what?" Magneto's brow relaxed. Hearing that Mutantcompatriots had escaped instantly made him feel a bit better.
"And those Mutants... also completely slaughtered the anti-Mutant Military at the Detroit Arsenal," Mystiquecontinued.
"They are that strong?" Magneto said in surprise. "Not only did they escape from a Mutant Research Base, but they also killed all of the anti-Mutant Military in that city."
"I am a Level 4 Mutant who can control magnetic fields and even distort the Earth's polar magnetic fields at full power!"
"Even I, who just escaped from prison, couldn't achieve such a feat!"
A surprised smile filled Magneto's face. As the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, he was eager to lead the Mutants to rebel against those damn humans.
So after hearing about Ian, he naturally became interested.
"Do you know who the leading Mutant is? What are his abilities?"
"We must not let those damn anti-Mutant Military hurt such a powerful Mutant compatriot who harbors hatred toward humans!"
"I'm not too sure either," Mystique Raven shook her head. "But Wolverine should be with them... and..."
"According to the tracker previously implanted in Wolverine's body, they are heading to New York."
"Oh? They're coming to New York?" Magneto raised an eyebrow. "In that case, Raven, go out and look for Wolverine and those Mutants who escaped from Detroit."
"If possible, try to recruit them to join our Brotherhood of Mutants. But if they are unwilling, we won't force them."
"After all, we are all Mutants; we are all compatriots. There is no need to make things difficult for our own kind."
"Yes."
Mystique Raven nodded, and then transformed into an ordinary white woman with Red Hair, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and walked outside.
...
The Boys Universe, Harmony Fort.
"I... I'm finally back to normal?"
Quinn, who had been reduced to a vegetative state and could only lean against the wall, stood directly on the ground and could even speak, all thanks to the effect of compound vi!
"Of course," Ian nodded. "Isn't that obvious?"
On the Marvel Universe side, he had already reached the outskirts of New York and was about to enter this even more dangerous place, so he needed greater strength.
Since compound vi was developed and fused with everything of Black-Robe Ian, Ian had started letting Dr. Vogelbaum create more Superhumans.
Once Soldier Boy and those first-generation Superhumans emerged, he could have them assist him in his cultivation to become even stronger!
And today, remembering his previous agreement with Quinn, Ian brought compound vi directly over.
He didn't expect that after Quinn was injected with compound vi, he would actually recover directly.
Even...
"I can fly now, and... my ability has also become stronger. I can completely control plants now!"
With an excited expression, Quinn swung his right hand violently toward the sky, and a huge green vine, like a python, pierced straight through the ceiling.
"We have now fulfilled the promise we made to you before, Quinn. Now... what should you call me?"
Ian stood in front of Quinn and asked with an expressionless face.
"Emperor!"
Quinn snapped back to his senses, landed on the ground, glanced at Ian, and blurted out excitedly.
"You are the Emperor of all of us Superhumans!"
Ian:???
Emperor?
Do I look that much like that yellow-skinned guy sitting on the Golden Toilet?
He had to admit, he was quite dumbfounded by this title.
However...
Looking at the excited guy in front of him...
Ian was looking forward to seeing Soldier Boy meet the strengthened Quinn, Clara standing by his side, and Homelander calling him 'father.'
That scene would definitely be very interesting!
Chapter 76: Private Angel and Torpedo! Watch how I develop their abilities!
Two days later.
CIA Headquarters, Superhuman Threat and Assessment Department.
This was a newly established department created to deal with Vought's Superhumans.
At this moment, the entire office hall was bustling with activity in preparation for the upcoming operation.
Dozens of analysts sat at their workstations, screens scrolling with dense intelligence data.
Various satellite thermal imaging, social media keyword scraping, tracking of Superhuman activity paths, and analysis of Vought International's financial statements...
Like a gorgeous woman with breasts larger than her head and hips wider than her shoulders, this data was constantly dissected and unveiled by these guys.
Everyone was working overtime to dig up background information on Vought International's new CEO, Ian, but progress was extremely limited.
Because...
That Ian was a thoroughbred runaway who, after wandering around America, was captured by Vought International.
What happened after that, no one knew. All they knew was that the guy later became the CEO of Vought International and even coerced several female superheroes into sleeping with him.
Even...
The guy even tricked Homelander, lying to him that he was his father.
Susan Raynor stood in front of the command console in the center of the office hall, holding a coffee in one hand and a report in the other.
Today, she wore a dark gray suit jacket with her shirt collar unbuttoned, revealing a deep cleavage.
However, the dark circles under her eyes were so heavy they looked drawn on with charcoal; after all, she had been working continuously for over 24 hours.
To deal with Vought International, help Butcher get revenge, and even save America, Susan felt utterly exhausted.
But even so, when she saw the intel about Ian tricking Homelander into believing he was his father, Susan still couldn't hold it together.
"Shit! Does Homelander love finding Mamas and papas for himself that much?"
Susan complained. She had interacted with Madelynbefore and knew about Homelander treating Madelyn as his mother.
And now, seeing Homelander treat that guy Ian as his father, she completely lost it.
Homelander is truly a pervert; he actually likes finding people to play his parents and engage in roleplay.
Just then, the blast doors of the office hall were pushed wide open.
Following that, Soldier Boy, wearing a vintage U.S. military jacket, walked in. His face was resolute, and his hair was much neater than when he had just returned from Russia.
Behind him followed a group of Superhumans, each possessing unique secret skills, and each once a powerful Superhuman who had dominated their own territory.
And at this moment, they had all been brought here by Soldier Boy.
"Is this the... CIA headquarters you were talking about?"
A woman in a pure white dress, with a great figure and a gorgeous face, asked. She looked very young, only in her early twenties.
But those who knew her knew that this woman was already over a hundred years old.
"That's right, Private Angel. How does this place look? Isn't it even grander than back in our day?"
Soldier Boy turned to look at the beautiful woman, a smile appearing on his face, like a child showing off a toy to a companion.
Private Angel scanned the surroundings, her red lips curving upward into an extremely alluring smile.
"It's indeed not bad, but if I remember correctly, weren't you charged with treason back then? It was all over the news."
Soldier Boy: "..."
"Uh... Shit! That was all Vought International framing me. I was set up by Payback and that damn nigger Stan Edgar."
Soldier Boy waved his hands, explaining somewhat hurriedly.
As a self-proclaimed standard tough guy, he didn't want to be looked down upon by his old teammate.
What's more, Torpedo was still standing right beside him!
"So is that why you agreed to cooperate with them to bring down Vought International?"
Torpedo stepped forward and asked. He wore a black trench coat and had absolutely no expression on his face, looking just like an emotionally stable American grunt.
"Exactly." Soldier Boy nodded. Only after coming to the CIA did he realize how badly he had been screwed over by Vought in the past.
First, he was screwed over by Vought International and sold to Russia, where he suffered all kinds of inhumane experiments.
Later, he was slandered by Vought International, claiming he had betrayed America.
Thinking of this, Soldier Boy's heart was filled with rage. He wished he could find Stan Edgar's corpse and kill him all over again.
Damn it, selling him out was one thing, but they even pinned a charge of treason on him behind his back.
Are they even fucking human?
"But I'm doing much better now. As long as we get Vought International under our control, the mission will be over."
Soldier Boy snapped out of it and looked up at his old friends around him.
Besides Private Angel and Torpedo, he had also gone to the Superhuman sanitarium to find some of his former friends.
Beside him, Hughie was also holding Temp V, working up his courage.
"I have some bad news for you, Soldier Boy," Susanwalked over and said.
"What news?" Soldier Boy raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you found out Vought International made a kid for me? That kind of story might fool a three-year-old."
"Actually, yes. We did uncover some news: you have a son," Susan said with a complex expression.
Soldier Boy:???
Wait, are you guys for real?
I'm a fucking father?
Beside him, Private Angel, Torpedo, and Hughie all showed curious expressions.
"Then who is my son?" Soldier Boy asked blankly.
"Actually, Homelander of The Seven... is your son. It's just that he now calls Vought's new CEO—our mission target, Ian—his father."
"Oh, by the way, your former lover... Liberty Clara, has now become Stormfront Klara, and she was coerced into a casting couch relationship by Ian."
Soldier Boy: "..."
What else was there to say?
This Ian had to be captured.
"Our plan is for you to bring the superhuman virus, infiltrate Vought, and directly arrest that Ian."
Susan continued.
"Because we have completely secured evidence of him conducting human experimentation."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Soldier Boy said hurriedly. "Let's get on with the mission!"
Damn it, he had already seen Clara appearing in The Sevenbefore, acting very close to that Ian.
And now they were telling him his son Homelanderrecognized Ian as his father?
For some reason, Soldier Boy felt like he was being cuckolded.
...
Meanwhile, inside Vought Tower, Ian was giving special training to these Superhumans of The Seven.
"A-Train, with your super-speed, if you inject an enemy with this radiation needle, it's highly likely to directly strip them of their Superpowers."
"Holy shit! I didn't expect my Superpowers could actually be used like this?" A-Train said in astonishment.
"But be careful with enemies who have high defense, because the needle might not be able to pierce through."
With his hands behind his back, Ian paced back and forth in front of the members of The Seven, his expression calm.
"Then what should I do in that situation?" A-Train asked, puzzled.
"Use your super-speed to steal his food, of course. As long as they're human, they have to eat. When they're eating, you steal their food and eat it yourself."
A-Train:???
"What the fuck! My super-speed can actually be used like this?"
After teaching A-Train how to develop his ability, Ianwalked over to Starlight and Clara.
"Starlight can absorb electricity to enhance her ability's strength, while you, Clara, can discharge lightning."
"Clara, you act as Starlight's nuclear-powered generator and see if you can develop a 'Shining Starlight' form."
After placing his gaze on Queen Maeve, Ian pondered for a moment.
"As for Queen Maeve, you just need to learn some women's self-defense techniques."
"Will women's self-defense work?" Maeve asked, her face filled with doubt.
"Of course," Ian nodded. "If the enemy is a man, don't hesitate—directly attack the critical areas of their lower body."
"And what if the opponent is a woman?"
"The same thing. Attack the critical areas of the lower body," Ian said, raising an eyebrow.
"If you can't bring yourself to do it, you can go watch some videos made by the Japanese to get a feel for it."
Maeve: "..."
Who on earth watches videos to practice martial arts?
"As for you, John... you should also learn women's self-defense. Your combat skills are too poor."
"Father, I am not a woman."
"Cut the crap, you're learning it too."
Ian said with a frown, his tone serious.
"Go find Ashley or Grace and have them play 'Family Guy' or 'The Simpsons' for you. Learn the women's fighting techniques from those cartoons!"
Homelander: "..."
Can you really learn women's fighting techniques by watching cartoons?
Chapter 77: Help Me'Stroke' It
The Superhumans of The Seven could actually understand Ian's ideas.
After all.
Compared to him, their use of Superpowers was truly like that of children.
Not only was it incredibly crude, but they didn't even use their brains when using them.
Take A-Train, for example; he clearly possessed Super Speed and could completely rely on some special, underhanded tricks to defeat enemies.
Yet, he insisted on relying on the enhancement of Super Speed to ram into people.
This left Ian feeling somewhat speechless.
If A-Train were to encounter a tough guy like Homelanderand ram into him, would Homelander remain unscathed, or would A-Train shatter himself?
Regarding this, Mr. Marathon might be able to provide some reference opinions.
But for now, Ian felt that he still needed to improve The Seven's use of their abilities.
Watching Homelander, Queen Maeve, and the others learning women's fighting techniques, and Clara constantly generating electricity to charge Starlight, hoping to ignite the'Starlight' within her.
Ian nodded with satisfaction.
Having Superpowers should be used reasonably like this.
After all.
Unity is strength!
However, if nothing unexpected happened, then the unexpected was about to arrive.
Grace walked over hurriedly from outside the corridor, clutching a folder in her arms with a serious expression.
"BOSS, there is a new situation."
Ian nodded, fixed his gaze on the Superhumans in front of him, and after instructing them to earnestly develop their Superpowers, he walked out with Grace.
In the corridor.
"What is it? Speak, Grace."
Ian nodded slightly, straightened his collar, and his face returned to that emotionless, cold expression.
Back in the Marvel Universe, he had already brought Emma, Wolverine, and two captives—Sabretooth and Colonel Rick—to New York.
As a place where Superheroes gathered, New York was much more dangerous than Detroit.
Therefore, he was now preparing to let The Seven stand on their own, and later attempt to absorb more energy to strengthen his own power.
"BOSS, I have investigated and found that the Department of Defense and the CIA have established a special investigation team and are preparing to take action against us."
Grace glanced at the corridor, and after confirming there was no one there, she whispered.
"Oh?" Ian raised an eyebrow. "Is the America government finally going to take action against us?"
He looked up, the cold light shining on his face, highlighting that stern visage.
"compound vi can already be mass-produced, and the gene-editing project can also get on the right track..."
"Since that's the case, it's time to let them know... who the leader of the era really is."
"Yes, BOSS!" Grace nodded, a look of fanaticism appearing on her face.
Just like a devout believer seeing their deity, at this moment, in Grace's heart, Ian was already like a god!
"By the way, tell me the location of that special team. I'll go over and play with them."
While Ian was targeting the CIA, the team led by Soldier Boy and Hughie had also quietly arrived at the convenience store outside Vought Tower.
"Why does our squad have to be called the 'Big Dick Fucks Vought' team?"
Hughie didn't quite understand why Soldier Boy's train of thought was always so peculiar.
Clearly, it was normal for a combat squad to have a powerful and imposing name.
Yet, this guy Soldier Boy insisted on choosing 'Big Dick Fucks Vought' team.
After hearing this thunderous name, Hughie was speechless.
"Is this name not normal?"
Seeing the speechless and awkward expression on Hughie's face, Soldier Boy immediately frowned.
"Our target is Vought, and Vought has done so many inhumane things to me before. There's nothing wrong with this squad name, is there?"
As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Private Angel, Torpedo, Testicle Man, and Mr. Marathon next to him.
"It's fine. I think this squad name is pretty cool," Private Angel said.
"Not bad, it fits Soldier Boy's temperament quite well," Torpedo also nodded.
The others nodded in agreement, thinking that this thunderous name suited them very well and was quite good.
Hughie: "..."
Is it me who's crazy, or is this World crazy?
"Forget it, let's move quickly. Otherwise, if Vought reacts, our mission will become even harder," he said helplessly.
Soldier Boy nodded, swallowed the burger, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and kept his gaze fixed on Vought Tower.
In his eyes flashed a desire for revenge that had been suppressed for decades and was about to erupt.
"Move out, Big Dick Fucks Vought team!"
Hughie's mouth twitched violently; he completely couldn't hold it in anymore.
Homelander was watching a video to practice women's fighting techniques.
Don't misunderstand; he wasn't watching a video filmed in Japan, but one from America.
To be precise, it was a Divine Being cartoon—'Family Guy'.
In this cartoon, Homelander discovered that his imagination was actually so barren.
It turns out fighting techniques could have such terrifying effects!
However.
Just as he continued to be immersed in the edification of art, his Super Hearing caught a trace of an unusual sound.
It sounded like something was rubbing against the ventilation duct. Although the sound was faint, it was so harsh that Homelander instantly noticed something was wrong.
Someone was invading Vought!
Almost in an instant, Homelander became like a vigilant lion, his eyes becoming sharp, his muscles tense.
"Guys, I'm afraid we have to stop."
He spoke up to interrupt the other teammates who were training, and facing the puzzled expressions of A-Train, The Deep, Starlight, Stormfront Klara, and Queen Maeve, he continued.
"I discovered that someone is invading..."
Boom!!
Before Homelander could finish his sentence.
A loud bang instantly came from the nearby corridor.
Following that, a blurred figure smashed through the glass and, like a cannonball, slammed inside.
The figure coughed twice, then used a shield to support himself as he stood up.
And upon seeing this person's face, Stormfront Klara froze instantly.
"Benjamin? You're still alive?"
Hearing someone call his name in a familiar voice, Soldier Boy was also stunned, and then turned his head to look towards the source of the sound.
Then...
He saw Stormfront Klara, wearing a black uniform, holding a woman in a yellow and white uniform, with plasma lightning continuously dancing in her hands.
Soldier Boy: "Holy shit! After not seeing you for so many years, Clara, you've started liking women?"
Klara:???
Before Klara could speak, one sound after another of air being blasted came from outside.
Hughie's naked figure instantly appeared beside Soldier Boy, and he grabbed Soldier Boy's hand with an anxious look on his face.
"Soldier Boy, hurry, we can't suppress that woman!"
Klara looked at the naked Hughie, and then at Soldier Boy, whose face was slightly embarrassed.
"After not seeing you for so many years... Benjamin, you've started liking men?"
Soldier Boy: "..."
Just as Soldier Boy and his team rushed to Vought.
Ian had also already flown directly to the CIA's Superhuman Threat and Assessment Department.
Boom!!
The heavy iron door was kicked flying.
Amidst the rolling smoke and dust, Ian flew in slowly with his hands behind his back, thunder dancing in his eyes, flickering with terrifying red light.
"Who is Susan, the person in charge here, and also the lover of the green-haired turtle butcher, William Butcher?"
"What are you going to do?"
Susan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, staring at this tall man who had flown in like a god.
"Come out and help me stroke it!"
Susan:???