American comics: From the old Uncle Wolf, he becomes omniscient and omnipotent

Chapter 109 0106: Mission in the Middle East, a new gang of mutants
A party was held at the ranch last night to celebrate moving to a new residence and to celebrate Rojo's birthday. The Avengers were originally planned to be invited, but unfortunately Tony and the others have been unavailable for a while.

Instead of inviting the Avengers, SHIELD agents came to visit again in the hazy early morning of the next day.

"Ms. Hill, you just left the day before yesterday, and there are SHIELD people everywhere around here. There is no need for you to come to the door in person."

In the living room of the main house, Lorna reluctantly handed Agent Hill a cup of hot coffee on the sofa.

In addition to the two SHIELD task force members standing around, there were several mutants sitting on chairs in front of the dining table, watching everyone in SHIELD.

"No, thanks."

Hill ignored the looks from around him, took the coffee and put it aside. He skillfully turned out the tablet and said, "I'm here to see Professor Xavier. I need your help with something."

Lorna took a sip of coffee and said speechlessly: "It's only after five o'clock now, and the cows and sheep in the pasture haven't even woken up yet."

"I'm in a hurry."

Hill flipped through the files on the tablet, not in the mood to care about the sarcasm in Lorna's words.

Early this morning, she just got up and received a notice from her superiors. This notice did not go through Nick Fury, but was sent directly from the Security Council to Nick Fury. At the same time, it was also sent to the intelligence team. This shows how much urgent.

"We are the busiest organization in the world. We have urgent things to do all the time. I understand."

In front of the dinner table, a mutant spoke coldly, his tone full of sarcasm, which made the standing task force members frown.

"It's just that no matter how busy you are, you never forget to remove some of the eyesores near the ranch. They spend taxpayers' money doing nothing every day. They are really busy."

At this time, Charles Xavier was pushed in by Rojo, followed by Logan. He said, "Okay, Lorna stays, you guys go out first."

Several people nodded and stood up. When passing the members of the task force, they bumped their shoulders inadvertently.

Rojo saw it and didn't say anything. Even after moving out of Hell's Kitchen, there was still wariness and dislike for SHIELD within the base.

He looked at Maria Hill, who was sitting on the sofa with a cold face, and asked, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Is it related to Hydra's last laboratory?"

The first thing Logan Howlett thought of was those laboratories. Finding the Mind Scepter and other experimental subjects was the current primary goal.

"No, that task is still under investigation."

Hill's words were disappointing, and he suddenly lost his desire to listen.

However, her next sentence made people raise their heads again. She said: "This mission is also related to mutants. According to reliable intelligence information, there is a gang of mutants in the Middle East. They have been around for three months." They caused a lot of damage and harm to the local people, and also robbed several batches of important military supplies."

Logan was stunned for a moment, "A criminal gang mainly composed of mutants?"

"I didn't expect there were mutants in the Middle East."

Rojo raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised, but surprised. After all, mutant crimes are very common. Not every mutant is a good person, and some are evil. What surprised him was that there was a mutant gang in the Middle East.

"Ah."

Agent Hill nodded and projected a video on the wall. In the screen, several normal vehicles were suddenly overturned. Then several people rushed out from the roadside, tearing open the car doors with their bare hands and lifting a box of goods. He ran away, subduing several gun-wielding soldiers with his bare hands.

"This doesn't seem to have much to do with mutants. How can you be sure that they are not genetically mutated or injected with some kind of super serum?"

Lorna was a little dissatisfied after watching it. The video contained very little content. It was impossible to judge that he was a mutant just based on what happened in more than a minute. This was obviously biased and discriminatory!
"I'm sorry that my words have caused you discomfort, but I have no discrimination or prejudice. I just think they may be related to mutants. After all, few organizations can gather so many superpowers."

Hill explained apologetically, and at the same time zoomed in on part of the picture, focusing on one of the people, giving a close-up.

In the picture, the soldier lying on the ground took out a pistol from his waist and tried to shoot, but the muzzle of the gun was inexplicably twisted. This detail is difficult to detect unless you look carefully.

"what do you want to say?"

Rojo was confused. "I just want to tell you through the characteristics of these people at the scene that the enemy this time is not simple, but I still hope that you can assist SHIELD in investigating this organization."

Agent Hill put away the tablet and looked at Charles Xavier, who had been silent, "Professor, what do you think?"

"There may be mutants involved, and that does have something to do with us."

As Charles spoke, he looked at Rojo and Logan beside him and asked their opinions with his eyes.

"The professor is right. If mutants are really involved, we definitely can't sit back and watch those guys ruin the reputation of mutants."

Luo Huo coughed twice and said solemnly.

Logan Howlett also shrugged and said, "I think so too. There are always good people and bad people in any circle, and I obviously belong to the former."

"On behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D., thank you for your support."

"This is the content of the mission. As long as we investigate the location and situation of the organization, we will handle other matters and contact us at any time for any other information."

In a relatively prosperous area of ​​a country in the Middle East, the sky is dark, the air is cold, and there are relatively few pedestrians on the street. There is only a street of stalls in front of a majestic and simple round tower, where crowds gather.

"Don't run!"

boom!
Suddenly, there was a gunshot, and a tall and thin figure wearing a gray robe and a hood, whose face could not be seen clearly in the dim light, strode towards the street. There were several patrol policemen behind him, holding hands. He fired his pistol into the air and strode to catch up.

The man in gray robe looked back and saw that there were still people chasing him. He quickly overturned the stalls on both sides, trying to slow down the patrol officers, and then he took the opportunity to rush into the alley on the right.

Unexpectedly, the patrol police behind him still caught up with him. Seeing this, the man in gray robe could only continue running, but after a while, he suddenly stopped and was blocked by a high wall in front of him.

Seeing this, several patrol officers slowed down, put their hands on their waists, and gasped and said proudly: "Finally we can't run anymore, hurry up, take off your hats, don't force us to do anything!"

"Can you let me go?"

The voice of the man in gray robe was very deep.

"Are you kidding me, or are you just a fledgling young man who thinks you can still get away with stealing something?"

When the leading patrol officer heard this, his face suddenly turned cold. He turned his gun toward the man in gray robe with a stern expression, "I don't want to say it a second time. Take off your hat, put your head in your hands and squat down on the spot! Now, quickly!" "

"Okay, calm down, I'll do it right now."

The man in gray robe raised his hands and slowly placed them on his hood.

However, suddenly the next second, he stretched his hands forward suddenly, and the gun in the patrolman's hand seemed to be pushed by a huge force, breaking away from the control of his hands, falling off and falling to the ground.

Snapped!
"what!?"

The patrolman suddenly panicked and hurriedly knelt down to pick up the gun. Unexpectedly, the gun stuck to the floor and slid directly to the back more than ten meters away.

Several people looked at each other and looked up in fear at the man in gray robe who raised his hand in front of him. They couldn't see his face clearly, but the shadow under the hood made this guy look more mysterious and intimidating.

"Guys, remember next time, keep a tightrope in everything."

The man in gray robe sneered and left a word, kicked his legs, and his body seemed to have lost gravity, floating up, crossing the high wall and disappearing.

When the patrolman saw the person walking away, he took a greedy breath and cursed, "Damn bastard"

"This bastard is a mutant!"

"Go back and report quickly. The area is sealed off now. He shouldn't have time to leave before he can!"

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