The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 18: Boss, it's them! (1/2)

No wonder Stryker can fuse mutant abilities and create powerful X-weapons, it turns out he has Essexs support!

Nathaniel Essex, this old thing is at the same age as Logan. He is a weird old monster who likes to collect mutant genes to strengthen himself and clone.

Mr. Essex looked at Mike playfully: William, is this the guest you are talking about?

His voice was low, like an opera singer, and he sounded very comfortable.

Stryker nodded and said, Sorry, sir, for the trouble.

Trouble? Mr. Essex smiled slightly and said, Its a great collection.

Stryker sighed in relief, then said anxiously: Sir, there is another mutant here, he went to save those experiments.

Experiments? Mr. Essex extended a finger and shook it at Stryker: Dont use such a cold word to describe them, they are all unique collectibles.

Collectors item, sounding colder than experimental

Mike spat darkly.

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Dont worry, they cant get away.

Mr. Essex smiled, not in the least bit anxious, glanced at the silent XI weapons, and said, Let him go after them, let me see how he does.

Stryker nodded and gave an order to XI Weapon.

XI Weapons body flashed and disappeared in the same place.

Him, not bad. Mr. Essex praised, looked at Mike with interest and said, This gentleman, can you talk about your abilities?

I dont want to talk to you at all! Know my ability, and then take me away as an experiment?

The corners of Mikes mouth twitched slightly and he said, My ability is to summon.

He had to pull the wool over each others eyes to buy himself a little time.

This old monsters ability was no ordinary mutant, and even if he and Logan were tied together, they were no match.

Summon?

Mr. Essex was surprised: Such an ability, I have not encountered.

Summon what?

Mike said squarely: I need a little time, youll know soon.

Damn the Black Emperor, why havent you come?

Whispered in his heart, Mike maintained a calm expression, but he was thinking quickly in his mind that there is a card that can help him out of the trouble.

One second, two seconds

Mr. Essex waited curiously.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds

He frowned, he felt cheated, but still had a glimmer of expectation for Mike.

Half a minute later, his face sank: Sorry, my time is precious, or have time to study it yourself.

With that, he lifted his hand.

Mikes eyes shrank, and the feeling of danger pressed down like a big mountain.

At that moment, two figures accompanied by the quiet appearance of red mist, suddenly appeared in front of Mike out of thin air.

Both men were wearing suits, looking like gentlemen attending a banquet.

One of them had blood-red skin, like a demon from hell, while the other, with a cold and solemn face, had an upright figure.

Red Devil Azazel, Black Emperor Sebastian Shaw.

Mike sighed with relief, and as the two Black Kings and Mr. Essex looked at each other in surprise, Mike reached out and pointed at Mr. Essex and Stryker and said, Boss! Thats them! Theyre using mutants for experiments!

The others have been rescued, get them out of here!

Sebastian Shaw glanced at Mike and nodded gently.

This was Ravens friend, he could come here thanks to Mike, just called himself boss, did he want to defect to them Hellfire?

A thought flashed through his mind, Sebastian Shaw placed his gaze on Mr. Essex and said with an indifferent expression, What he said is true?

This tone of interrogating a prisoner

Mr. Essex is very upset in his heart.

He said with the same indifferent expression, Did you send him here to steal my collection?

Collectibles?

Sebastians eyes were cold.

How dare he call his own kind a collectors item?

He deserved to die!

The two men stared coldly at each other, and the smell of gunpowder quickly filled the air.

Watching this scene, Mike breathed a sigh of relief.