[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Resurrected from the Dead

For Annie, it may be a good thing to know that her abilities have improved at the beginning of a new day, but for Caliban at the Odyssey Genetic Research Institute, it is not such a pleasant day. He is curled up on the ground, being surrounded by two The man in black kicked vigorously. Although he tried his best to protect his head with his hands and cover the ruthless feet heading towards his abdomen with his legs, his back could not stop those ruthless fists and feet, and the pain hit his body. , Slowly numb, I don't know how long it took, when he thought he was going to see God, Mr. Max, who had been sitting on the side and watched the whole process of beating, said: "Okay, there is no need to continue."

Hearing the sound, the two men in black stopped and walked behind him, standing still facing Mr. Max.

Caliban opened his eyes and saw through his hands a pair of shiny black men's pointed leather shoes, walking towards him, and finally stopped not far from his face. He looked up along the shoes and saw Max Mr. is squatting down, body.

Mr. Max observed him carefully, and suddenly held out his hand.

Caliban thought he was going to hit himself, and shrunk again reflexively. He soon realized that it was not, because Mr. Max just stretched out his hand and slowly took a blue and black striped handkerchief that was decorated on the breast pocket of his suit. Take it down.

"Caliban." Mr. Max stared at him gently with silver-gray eyes, and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Caliban's mouth with the handkerchief in his hand, "I have always admired your tracking ability, and I believe you feel the same about it." Very proud."

Caliban's whole body was stiff, and he could only feel his handkerchief rubbing against his skin slowly like a piece of sandpaper. A huge threat leaked from Mr. Max's eyes and penetrated into him bit by bit through the handkerchief. in the skin.

"However, you let me down." Mr. Max sighed with regret, "Are you going to force me to take some extraordinary measures against you? For example..." He stared at Caliban with a half-smile , "Having a perfect sunbath?"

Caliban trembled unconsciously, his lips moved slightly, and he said in a voice like mosquitoes and ants: "40..."

Mr. Max turned his head slightly, put his hand next to his ear, and said with a smile, "What? Speak up, Caliban, what are you talking about?"

"40 kilometers!" Caliban said angrily, "I can't track beyond that! I can only find mutants within 40 kilometers away from me!"

"So, you mean, it's not your fault, isn't it?" Mr. Max smiled happily, reached out and patted his cheek lightly, "Caliban, you are a smart boy, from your I knew it when I sold mutant information to us before." He said regretfully, "But you shouldn't lie in front of me."

Caliban stared at him blankly, wondering what he was referring to.

"The nh396 we injected you with can not only keep you alive, but also increase your ability by more than 50%, that is to say..." Mr. Max laughed, staring at Caliban, who was avoiding his attack uneasily. Watching, "You know very well in your heart that your ability to perceive and explore is no longer what it used to be."

"Yes, I'm sorry...Mr. Max, I...I really didn't..." Caliban swallowed, struggling to get up.

Mr. Max suddenly pressed his face to the floor through a handkerchief. There was no longer a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, replaced by a cold gaze like a poisonous snake, and a cold voice: "Take Wolverine, take Bring back my girl, or else..."

Caliban felt that his head was about to be crushed by him, and under the sudden external force, he felt that his head was like a balloon, about to be crushed...

Mr. Max looked at Caliban coldly, withdrew his hand, stood up and turned to Wolverine who had been sitting in the corner and said: "And you, stop passing out like a woman, bring her back, Then, there are still many things waiting for you to complete."

Wolverine curled his mouth and said nothing.

Mr. Max looked at Caliban, and said with a sneer: "They are all a bunch of trash..." Then he walked out, and said to the two men in black who came out, "You two continue to follow up!" ..."

Caliban was lying on the ground, gasping for breath. He heard Mr. Max's voice getting farther and farther away. Only he and Wolverine were left in the room. Then he turned over and put the piece covering his face. He tore off the handkerchief, lay on his back for a while, and suddenly remembered something, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Wolverine's deep voice came from the corner.

"I laugh at myself as a waste, a waste who is greedy for life and afraid of death." After Caliban finished speaking, he continued to laugh.

"Indeed, you are a waste." Wolverine calmly crossed his legs and looked at him on the ground in the distance, "You also got me involved, waste!"

Caliban sat up suddenly, and the excessive movement affected the injured muscles on his back. He grinned his teeth in pain, and asked after a while, "Logan, when will you recover your memory? People feel depressed, now that you have lost your memory, follow their arrangement to catch little Laura, if you remember one day, you will definitely regret it."

"Shut up!" Wolverine said.

"No, I can't shut up! Logan, look at me, look at me!!" Caliban tried hard to stand up, but his thigh seemed to be seriously injured, but it was difficult to think of it for a while, so he Crawl on both hands in the direction where Wolverine is sitting.

Wolverine watched Caliban crawling on the ground with difficulty, a bloody line was wiped out by his blood on the floor behind him, and frowned: "Stop, talker, stop there immediately!"

Caliban raised his head and looked at him in amazement: "I'm not a chatterbox! Compared with you, I just talk a little more. I must emphasize this point. No matter now or in the past, I am just"

"I said you are you!" Wolverine was obviously agitated, he stood up abruptly, and left the corner, "Listen to me! No matter what you want to say, shut your chattering mouth now, otherwise, I will beat you! I will do what I say!"

Caliban pursed his lips, and after a few seconds, said, "You'll regret it! You will, I bet!"

Wolverine strode up to him, grabbed him by the collar, and was about to throw him towards the wall. At that moment, he suddenly heard a female voice that sounded familiar and asked in his ear: "Wolverine! , can you hear me?" He was taken aback for a moment, and Caliban let go of him before he knew it.

Caliban sat on the ground inexplicably, watched him frown, pressed his temple with his hand, and asked, "Logan, are you going to faint again?"

"Shut up!" Wolverine growled at him, turning his back on him.

Caliban watched suspiciously as he walked up to the silver metal wall without a trace of dust, and then he stood there without moving, like a robot that suddenly lost power.