Cyborg

Many times, people need to think repeatedly when doing things, but thinking takes up too much time and has too many worries, which makes them restrained. Sometimes it is more refreshing and you want to do it, which will make life more exciting. .

Now, Storm is driving a car along the winding road in the mountains and forests, and is rapidly approaching Lin City where Magneto is. Through the little naughty, Professor Charles has locked the location of Magneto.

Zoro is not a philanthropic person, so if it is just a matter of life and death for the little naughty boy, it is not a big deal to him. However, after educating Storm, after hesitating for a moment, Zoro still chose to go with the car.

It's not that he's nosy, it's just that among the two camps of mutants, Professor Charles is undoubtedly easier to get along with. Although he is a gentle professor, Magneto's behavior style is more acceptable to Solo...

But the most important thing is that the mutant converter in Magneto's hand was just a glimpse, but Solo was sure that the silver instrument at Magneto's feet yesterday was the mutant converter.

A person risking his own life to save another person is either out of an irresistible benefit or out of feelings that transcend the threat of death.

An instrument that can promote human genetic mutation and evolve from ordinary people into mutants. This instrument is what drives the Solo Car. In theory, the mutant module of the Fire can be integrated with any mechanical product.

If he could fuse that instrument, even if the success rate of the catalytic variant was not high... it would be a huge change.

There is no doubt that Magneto is the opponent Solo is least willing to face now, but Solo escaped this time. With the way Magneto and the Mutant Brotherhood behave, there will definitely be a next time. Maybe next time, Magneto will Magneto will show no mercy, and this may be the end of it.

As he said when he taught Storm, you always have the power to completely restrain your opponent. There is no use in escaping. The only way to solve the problem is to face the challenge head-on.

Let us temporarily look away from Solo. At the same time, while Solo and the two were speeding on the road, another thing was happening in the forest city in the north of Galena City.

I can't skip it, and I don't want to miss it either.

Canada is a very suitable place to live, except for the temperature here... It is close to the Arctic Circle, and except for a few places, the temperature is not too high throughout the year.

A city like Forest City, which is mainly engaged in the logging industry, is surrounded by dense forests and is almost isolated from the world. With the support of Canada's rich forestry resources, lumberjacks, a profession that emerged hundreds of years ago, So far it has not been eliminated.

The mighty Yukon River was flowing silently, and thin ice collided with each other on the river surface that was more than ten miles wide, making an inaudible crisp sound.

Along the river bank, dozens of heavy-duty trucks filled with giant logs are loading in the logging yard. This is the largest log collection in northern Canada. It is also the chaotic area in Canada that most frightens the decent people who follow the rules. All villains and A gathering place for bad guys.

After all, there is very little money to be made in the lumberjack business, and the risks are high. Except for some guys who have no other opportunities, they are people who have to do this job.

Both sides of the road in Lincheng are filled with taverns with colorful lights. Spirits and women are the most indispensable things for these northern logging men.

In a very old tavern, the smell of hot wine hit the face, almost knocking people away. Several beautiful women were standing behind the wine cabinet, smiling wildly.

A group of drunken drunkards were lying in the wine cabinet, teasing the women unscrupulously. They had their breasts exposed and their faces rough and savage. Every one of them had a bloody and ferocious energy from their bones.

In the center of the tavern, in a simple boxing ring surrounded by iron fences, two naked and sturdy men were engaged in the most primitive and bloody battle.

Dozens of burly men with red faces danced around the wooden platform, shouting slogans excitedly. Their powerful feet trampled the rough stone ground hard, making a uniform loud "papa" sound, and their fists hit the flesh. The sound of "pop" made the men with strong body hair and full of energy almost explode with excitement.

At a long oak table in the corner of the tavern, three figures were sitting who were incompatible with the bar. They were burly men with beards. They stared at the battle in the gladiatorial ring with amber light flashing from time to time.

The little naughty girl had an angry look on her face, her eyes widened childishly, and even though she was hungry, she had no intention of eating the food in front of her. Under her long cloak, her hands were bound by silver shackles.

Opposite her was a gray-haired man who was taking small sips and chewing semolina bread very carefully. He had a dark red helmet on hand. His body was sitting upright, his beard was trimmed cleanly, and his lips were pursed. This made him He seems to be a very self-controlled and dignified person.

Therefore, even if he just sits quietly, his momentum is enough to make the burly men around him subconsciously stay away from this area. However, the bar owner certainly cannot watch these three people occupying his entire table. .

So he walked slowly forward and whispered, "Hey, man, you're not from here, are you?"

Magneto raised his head, showed a gentle smile to the bar owner, and asked softly,

"Why do you say that?"

Seeing his gentle attitude, the boss calmed down and replied with a smile, "It's easy to identify. The locals don't eat like you."

"It seems that you are very familiar with this city!" Magneto nodded, and then said in a low voice, "In that case, I have a job, and you may be able to recommend a suitable candidate to me! I need a big car. , transport a piece of cargo for me.”

The ion converter, the name of the instrument in Magneto's hand that promotes genetic mutation, provides the instrument's "allies". He must deal with those hypocritical guys personally, and let the Enchantress lead the team to capture the little naughty ones.

Unexpectedly, after just arresting a child, his men, Victor, disappeared, Meatball was killed, and the Red Devil had his arm cut off. He lost three of his right-hand men, so he had to take action himself.

Although controlling the flight of this huge metal instrument is easy for Magneto, he cannot fly to New York with the instrument like this. It would be too high-profile.

Now, because of yesterday's battle, all the eyes of the world paying attention to the Mutant Brotherhood are focused on Canada, and now, he needs to secretly and silently transport this instrument to New York.

At this moment, a burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the bar.

In the arena surrounded by fences, a burly bald man was easily knocked to the ground by his opponent. A fat host with a beard, his face flushed with excitement, shouted loudly with a loudspeaker.

"This time... the winner is our boxing champion... Logan!!! Hell is filled with the wailing of opponents whose hands and feet were broken by him! Now, does anyone still want to challenge..."

The big men sitting around the fence, those who had won money whistled, drank happily, and stomped on the ground with excitement, while those who had lost money were pointing their fingers, and a variety of curses came out of their mouths.

This was a group of outright thugs, with the word 'thug' branded on every hair on their bodies. However, when the host's words fell, these thugs faced each other, but no one had the courage to challenge the humanoid beast on the fence.

Not only the Witch, but also the little naughty girl was attracted by the good things.

"A true warrior! Who is he?"

The Demonic Woman stared at the fence's perfect and strong body with burning eyes, smiled slightly, and her eyes were full of interest.

This typical white man is nearly 2 meters tall. His naked body and bulging muscle lines look like they are made of steel. Even if he is wearing dirty pants, he cannot hide the rough atmosphere of his body.

The beard grows along the side of the face, which makes him look very masculine, especially his eyes, which will make those who look at him feel a little depressed...

This feeling was very similar to facing Victor, but Victor's smile was colder and more dangerous.

"This guy, a madman, a bad-tempered drunkard, lives in his broken trailer. Every once in a while, he will come to my place to accept challenges and win some money to buy wine! Tsk tsk! But speaking of it, this madman's bones are really good. Hard, he has never lost! He is like an unbeatable monster!"

The bar owner said as he looked at the drunken man on the fence.

"Sounds like a very interesting guy, we want him!"

The Enchantress smiled slightly and made her own decision, while Magneto just glanced at her lightly. After decades of getting along, he knew Riven's character very well.

This damn stubbornness is inherited from a bald head. Once she becomes interested in someone, nothing can make her change her mind, and that man...

Magneto's eyes fell on the strong body in the fence, and he frowned slightly. This was not the first time he had seen this man, but compared to decades ago, this mutant had almost no changes.

If anything, it was because his eyes became confused, and his body was filled with substances that made him feel interesting. This was the second time he encountered such a person...

But there is no doubt that this is a powerful mutant. Such a warrior should make a contribution to the rise of the race, rather than living a life of a walking zombie.

"He...?" The tavern owner's eyes widened in disbelief, but after seeing the insistence on the demonic woman's face, he could only shake his head, sighed and walked towards the man who was leaning against the fence and drinking.

"There's a job for you, Logan."

His face was filled with a flattering smile, but Logan did not leave him. Instead, he slowly raised his head, his nose moving like a scent-sniffing beast.

After a second, his face showed a look of vigilance like a beast encountering an invasion of the same kind.

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