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In an instant, the general figured out who their current enemy should be.

"General, our brothers have suffered heavy casualties. What do you want to do?"

Seeing the hesitant look on the general's face, the anxious messenger asked again.

"No one can provoke the soldiers of our media country. Send an order to all brothers and ask them to open fire for me. Kill everyone in Hell's Kitchen who dares to point their guns at us..."

After slamming the roof of the mutant detection vehicle hard, the general quickly made a decision.

"However, our mission this time is to eliminate the mutants in the Hellfire Club. If we just start a war with the villains and gangs here, it is very likely that those mutants will escape."

After hearing what the general said, a guy standing behind him who seemed to be a staff officer immediately retorted.

"If I don't pay those soldiers who died, no one will continue to work for us, you know, soldier?" He turned around and grabbed the collar of the questioner, and the general said fiercely. Then, he looked at the messenger again:

"Furthermore, I think that our declaration of war against these gangsters and villains is not exactly in line with what we have publicized in the news before? In this way, mutants will be more convinced that our targets are these gangsters and villains.

Messenger, tell all pursuers to go straight to the Sacred Heart Church and St. George's Church, the two places where mutants are hiding. As for the gangsters and thugs on the road? My soldiers will help them clear the way...

Building plank roads openly and guarding Chencang secretly are the essence of the art of war from the ancient Zhongguo. Today, I also want to learn and apply it. Fighting mutants takes one by surprise. "

Well, judging from the general's words, the media country's military and government still have mysterious confidence that they can hide the matter from the Brotherhood and the Watchers.

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"Everyone, follow me and aim for the Sacred Heart Church and St. George's Church. Keep your spirits up. We are about to enter the area north of West 42nd Street. I won't tell you how powerful the mutants are. Come on, don’t lose your life accidentally, I won’t pay you a pension when the time comes.”

Compared to the soldiers from the Match Country who innocently lost their lives because they believed in their superiors, the pursuers composed of mercenaries who were hiding in the dark and had not shown up before were much more vigilant.

"The military people are fighting with the gangs and thugs here? Why?"

Similarly, when the media got involved with the military and the gangs and villains in Hell's Kitchen, Tom and Long Legs were also confused.

"I don't know, maybe? The gangsters here all think that the media country's military is here to target them this time? After all, isn't that what was advertised in the news before."

A voice came out of thin air in front of Tom and Long Legs. The speaker was hidden and did not have much combat power. He was currently responsible for investigating and transmitting intelligence.

"Then what should we do? Should we ask Magneto?" Tom took out the phone and called Lao Wan.

"It's best not to be afraid, be careful of the military monitoring our phone calls. Hidden, go to Magneto's place and ask them how the Brotherhood plans to deal with it." The long-legged hands held down Tom's hand that wanted to turn the button. Then he shook his head:

"In my opinion, we don't have to worry about what the military people are doing. We have made all the preparations here. We just need to stay the same to cope with the changes. The military likes to fight gangsters and villains, so then Let them fight. Anyway, this Hell’s Kitchen is full of scum, so letting them help us consume some of the military’s strength is also a very good choice.”

"It makes sense..." Tom nodded in agreement, and then looked at a mutant who was following him: "Radar, open your mental power sensing range to the maximum. No matter whether the media country's military is up to something or not. , we can never go wrong if we deal with it carefully.”

"Yes, chief..."

The mutant nicknamed Radar immediately found a chair and sat down with his eyes closed. Then, Tom knew that waves of powerful spiritual power covered the surrounding area.

As the saying goes: Zhuge Liang of Nanyang sat firmly in the central military tent, set up a Bagua formation, and captured the flying general alone. This time, Tom wanted to carry forward Zhuge Da's cautious spirit throughout his life. In all things, safety comes first.

"Chief, Magneto said that we don't need to pay attention to these vain things from the military. We just need to wait quietly and wait for them to come and die."

Sure enough, after a while, Hidden also brought back similar opinions to Long Legs from Magneto.

"Chief, there are many people approaching. Judging from their action style, they should be the pursuers under the military who are specially used to deal with us mutants."

Not long after, Radar, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and said loudly.

"These cowardly executioners finally show up. I hope all this garbage is here. Then, as Magneto said, we can really break the backbone of the media country's military in one go."

As Mystique discovered, although the media country's military has a million-strong army, it can really be used to fight mutants. It is only currently fighting villains and gangsters in Hell's Kitchen. It appeared in On the news, the three thousand soldiers on the surface.

In addition to these three thousand soldiers, there were about nine thousand pursuers in total. As long as 12,000 people are killed, then even if the Media Country military transfers troops from other places, the Media Country soldiers who have no equipment and are not familiar with mutant combat methods will not be mutants. opponent.

This is why Magneto has always emphasized that Tom and Long Legs are also willing to believe that killing these 12,000 people will break the backbone of the media country's military.

"Inform everyone and prepare to fight. Tell the brothers that these pursuers are executioners with the blood of our mutants on their hands. Don't be merciful, we must let them all die here."

In fact, Tom didn't have much hatred for the pursuers. And if it weren't for these pursuers, Tom wouldn't have met Longshanks. However, who made him the mutant and the leader of the Watchers now? Therefore, Tom did not hesitate to give the order to kill them all.

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"···ah···."

Soon the vanguard of the pursuers entered the Brotherhood's defensive perimeter. What greeted them were more than a dozen ultra-long-range RPGs.

"Mutants, do you see the two-story building on the left at eleven o'clock?"

After leaving several corpses in panic, this wave of hundreds of pursuers withdrew from the RPG attack range of the Brotherhood members.

"The distance is too far. I'm afraid we won't be able to cause effective harm to those mutants, sir."

However, these pursuers immediately encountered another problem. Because this is in the New York City area, they don't have heavy weapons, and the most powerful weapon they have is just the same RPG as the Brotherhood members. The mutants of the Brotherhood cannot attack them, and they cannot attack the members of the Brotherhood.

The leader of the pursuer team hesitated for a few minutes, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Then we will rush to a place where we can do effective damage."

"You're crazy, sir. This will kill us all." A pursuer stuck his head out from the corner of the street and looked at the street where the brotherhood members were, with almost nowhere to hide:

"There was almost no cover on that street for us to hide in, so we just rushed out without any cover. Not to mention the RPG just now, even an ordinary pistol was enough to kill the rest of us many times."

Of course, it is impossible for the group of veterans of the Brotherhood to choose a place as a predetermined battlefield, which is conducive to the attack of the pursuers.

"I know it too, but do you know the current situation of our pursuers?" The leader of the pursuer team smashed the wall hard, and then looked at his subordinates with fierce eyes:

"Do you know that General Ross, who succeeded Colonel Stryker, is not interested in us pursuers and mutants at all? The only thing he is interested in is Captain Media Nation and that nonsense super serum.

If we cannot prove our worth through this opportunity, which may be our last, we will be abandoned by damn General Ross. Because in his view, without the support of Stark Industries and the equipment advantages, we are far inferior to a group of media captains injected with super serum. Do you understand?

It's still not here, if you accidentally let those Hellfire Club mutants escape. Don’t you want this million-dollar equipment and a monthly salary several times that of an ordinary white-collar worker? "

Tom and Magneto probably didn't expect that the nine thousand pursuers they wanted to destroy and could break the backbone of the Media Country military were actually on the verge of being abandoned by the Media Country military? This... is embarrassing.

"But we don't want to have pensions after death like ordinary soldiers from the Media Nation. We are just a group of mercenaries." Looking at each other, one of the pursuers couldn't help but say.

"Fuck the pension, we are mercenaries with our heads stuck in our belts every day." The leader of this team glanced disdainfully at the pursuer who just spoke:

"Everyone is dead, why do you still need pension? Leave it to those scoundrels who sleep with so many men behind your back? Stop making trouble, we are mercenaries, we only care about eating, drinking and having fun before we are alive, even if the floods are raging after death. Mercenaries who have nothing to do with us. Pensions? Is this something we mercenaries should consider?"

"aye..." After listening to the team leader's speech, all the pursuers nodded in agreement.

"I'm going to do it, so that I can eat well, drink hot food, and sleep with the salary of a Hollywood female star." The leader of the team stood up with a gun in hand and looked around at the pursuers surrounding him:

"As for you, in principle, it's up to you whether you want to join me or not. But if you don't, please leave the ranks of pursuers. Because such people are a disgrace to our mercenaries."