Marvel world code name ghost

Two days later, Arizona.

Caliban, the former leader of the Morlock organization, has not been having a good time these days. His whereabouts were somehow obtained by the government's Mutant Response Team, which forced him to run back and forth like a rat in the sewer. .

"Caliban hates this world." He hid in an abandoned underground warehouse, looking at the sunlight pouring in from the vents, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

He missed the old Morlock, missed the warm years, and missed the cool days when he and his companions were all-powerful in the underground kingdom of New York.

Now everything no longer exists. The endless war has destroyed everything in him, leaving only painful memories and scars all over his body.

"Caliban hates this world," he repeated numbly, tilting his head back.

"The world hates Caliban too."

"I don't hate you." Just when the weird-looking mutant was about to end his life, a gentle word caught his attention.

"Who?" Caliban slowly turned around, seemingly not worried about whether the visitor was a friend or an enemy. After all, he already had a death wish.

"You" saw three blurry figures. He used his ability habitually, and the feedback he received made him widen his eyes, which were already unusual for ordinary people.

"Have you noticed?" Ron walked up quickly, looked at the other person's gray face, and said with a smile.

"You are a mutant that mutants have never seen before," Caliban murmured in disbelief as he stared at the gentle smile of the mysterious man in front of him.

"It's true, and it's not just me, but him too." After hearing the other party's words, Ron nodded, and then pointed at Deadpool behind him.

"They don't even acknowledge me as a mutant if I'm not, so why should I stick to their cold ass? They are just a bunch of racists. Why can't pure blood supporters accept me as a 'hybrid mutant'?"

"To shut up"

"Ok."

""

"Then she is." Ignoring the two bickering people, Caliban turned to look at the beautiful girl who was already accustomed to this, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"My girlfriend, Skye. She is not a mutant." Perhaps noticing Caliban's slightly changed face, he quickly explained, "But she is not an ordinary race either, she is a superpower. To a certain extent. Say, it’s almost the same as us.”

"" Looking at the mysterious three people warily, the Morlock leader pondered for a moment and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"

"Find us someone."

"Who"

"Wolverine."

"Ah, it's that old wolf again." Hearing this name, Caliban sighed with an incomprehensible tone.

"Again." Ron accurately caught the word in the other person's words. He frowned and asked quickly, "Has anyone else inquired about him in the past two days?"

"Yeah, he's still a big shot."

"Who"

"I" Before Caliban could answer, an old voice came from behind everyone, accompanied by a slightly heavy breathing.

Ron turned around and saw an old man with a stooped figure. He was wearing a dark red coat and a landmark helmet. This outfit already told everyone the identity of the visitor.

"Magneto" Eric Lensherr.

"Magneto" Ron narrowed his eyes, showing a trace of vigilance, and could not help but clenched his fists slightly.

"What's wrong, my people don't welcome me?" Faced with the increasingly tense atmosphere, the old Eric still maintained a calm demeanor. After all, he had experienced too much and had never seen any big storms.

"No, you are special." Magneto looked at the little bitch who was picking his butt in boredom, then turned his gaze to Ron and never looked away.

"This is" he seemed to sense something from the other party, his eyes narrowed slightly, and an invisible wave was released around him.

"Uh." At the same time, Ron suddenly felt his body floating halfway uncontrollably, and subconsciously let out a soft sigh, but he did not feel panicked by it.

"You actually have the smell of Adamantium metal on your body." The once-all-powerful leader of the "Brotherhood" felt the metal bones in the opponent's body and sounded a little surprised, "What is your relationship with that wild wolf?"

"Ron" saw her boyfriend being controlled, Skye clenched her fists instantly, and violent shock waves appeared around her arms.

"Stop Skye, I'm fine." Seeing the girl about to go berserk, Ron hurriedly stopped him, then activated teleportation, escaped from Magneto's control, returned to his girlfriend, and patted her shoulder gently.

"Well" Eric was surprised for a while when he saw the man's flashing figure, and then calmed down, with mixed feelings in his heart, "What a nostalgic ability."

"It seems that you have lost a lot during this time." After hearing the old man's sigh, Ron stepped forward with a calm tone, as if the person who was controlled before was not him.

"Don't test me so blatantly, boy." Without answering the Eastern man's question in front of him, Eric raised his hand and tightened his coat tightly, with a low voice, "I heard that you are also looking for that wild wolf. The reason is What."

The sentence structure is obviously a question, but when it comes out of the old man's mouth, it changes into a commanding tone. It can be seen that although he has grown old, his leadership aura has not diminished at all.

"I heard that he was going to die, and this gentleman and I both wanted to save him." Ron tilted his head, gestured to the deadpool next to him who was bored to the point of explosion, and said lightly.

"Although the purpose is different from mine, it seems that we don't want him to die." Magneto stared at the two young mutants in front of him, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and then sighed softly, "Tell the truth. You, I have found him, and as you say, he is dying, both in body and soul.”

"Where is he now?" Hearing the old man's words, Ron's eyes lit up, and Wade beside him suddenly became attentive.

"Eighteen miles to the northeast, I sensed him." Caliban, who had been silent before, suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention.

"What a coincidence." Ron was startled, suddenly feeling that everything was going too smoothly.

"There is nothing to doubt, he is living in my hiding place now." Eric said calmly, his voice was a little hoarse, "And he is not the only one, Charles is also there."

"The professor is still alive"

"I'm just an old fool alive." Recalling his old friend's chaotic eyes that were no longer wise, Magneto's expression was inexplicable, a little nostalgic and a little heartbroken.

"Then let's set off quickly, time waits for no one." After getting Wolverine's location, Ron patted his companion on the shoulder and led the way towards the factory exit.

"A young body and a young mind are such a wonderful life." Eric murmured softly as he looked at the retreating figure, then looked back at Caliban who stayed where he was, "Why, aren't you coming with us?"

"No, my journey ends here. They are waiting for me." The leader of Morlock smiled freely and shook his head slightly.

""

Hearing the other party's answer, Magneto nodded and turned away without any consolation. Just as the figure disappeared at the door, a light voice came,

"In that case, let's go all the way, my people."