Reincarnation Paradise: The Crucible

Jimmy's existence prompted the Worsington Group to develop an antidote, but its raw materials can only be obtained from the other party for the time being.

Therefore, Jimmy's importance to the group is self-evident. The current technology cannot create that unique inhibitory gene out of thin air. They can only use replication to increase its production in large quantities. They must extract a small amount of genes from the target every once in a while to ensure the continuous production of the antidote.

Once Jimmy is out of control or dies, the antidote may be completely discontinued. This is the main reason why the Worsington Group spent a lot of money to buy Alcatraz and build this heavily guarded laboratory on the island.

Only this remote and dangerous place surrounded by the sea and far away from the city can provide the best security to ensure that Jimmy can always be controlled by the Worsington Group.

At least before their technology advances to the point where they can independently produce the antidote without Jimmy, it is impossible for this mutant boy to leave this Alcatraz Island, which is called a laboratory but is actually no different from a prison.

This is exactly why Hank came to visit today. As the Minister of Mutant Affairs, he has the right to protect the basic human rights of every mutant from being violated. The Worthington Group can let Jimmy stay in the laboratory for a long time in the name of assisting research, but it must not openly declare that they will imprison him permanently.

"How long will he stay here?"

"Until his DNA is located. We can now copy it, but we can't reproduce it."

During the conversation, the two have gradually walked to the deepest part of the laboratory. Regarding Dr. Rao's reply, Hank did not continue to ask for the specific time because it was meaningless.

With the endorsement of the government military, even if the Worthington Group extends the DNA location process to ten or eight years, he cannot ask it to forcibly release the target. Hank's purpose of coming this time is not to rescue Jimmy, but just to determine whether his quality of life has the most basic respect. This is reasonable.

"What specific abilities does he have."

Listening to the inquiry sounding in his ears, Dr. Rao did not reply directly, but after a mysterious smile, he raised his hand and entered the unlocking code on the electronic lock beside the door.

"You'll see."

After the words fell, the tightly closed electronic hatch slowly opened in front of the two people, and a wide, pure white room immediately came into Hank's sight.

There was no complicated decoration in the room, only a fairly comfortable big bed, two cabinets full of sundries, various toys scattered around, and a mutant boy sitting cross-legged in front of a game console.

At the door of the room, when Hank stopped to look at the layout of the room, Dr. Rao beside him did not stop. The whole room was built by her, so she was naturally very familiar with everything. As she moved, she slightly stepped forward and approached the mutant boy in front of the two people, and whispered:

"Jimmy, I want you to see someone."

After the words fell, Jimmy, who was sitting with his back to him, turned his body, and his tender face paused on Dr. Rao for a moment, then turned his eyes to look at the blue-haired beast in formal clothes on the other side. He pursed his thin lips and did not speak first, but there was a slight curiosity in his silver-gray eyes, but it was not strong. Long-term seclusion has taught him how to restrain his emotions.

"Hello, kid."

"Hi!"

"My name is Hank McCoy."

As they talked, Hank stepped forward. As the distance between them shortened, his outstretched right hand suddenly began to change. The blue skin and fine hair faded away silently, revealing normal skin that he had not seen for a long time.

His steps forward suddenly paused. Hank looked at this strange yet familiar right hand in astonishment. His eyes were full of indescribable complexities. The skin color that was commonplace for normal humans was a vague memory that had been separated for decades for him.

"I'm sorry."

Jimmy's apology sounded in front of him, pulling Hank back from his memories. He thought he had long let go of the bitterness of turning from a human to a beast, but now it seemed that he had just buried it deep in his heart.

"It's okay..."

Containing the complex emotions that rose from the bottom of his heart, Hank looked deeply at Jimmy in front of him, with an inexplicable color flashing in his eyes that was completely different from before.

"You have amazing talent. Thank you, Jimmy."

Faced with Hank's sudden praise, Jimmy didn't ask any more questions. He just curled his eyes and turned his body back to focus on the game screen in front of him. He was obviously very used to the fact that a stranger would come to visit him every once in a while.

Anyway, the other party came here just to see his special ability. Now that he has experienced it personally, the visit will be declared over. The other party will leave soon, and then he will be the only one left in this wide room, and the narrow iron window that can only see the vast outside world.

Not minding Jimmy's attitude, Hank took a few steps back, and after his eyes were separated from his right hand that turned blue again, he followed Dr. Rao who had been waiting at the door and left the room.

"Very special, isn't it?"

"He is indeed very special."

The conversation between the two was gradually cut off by the slowly closing hatch, but no one noticed that after Hank left, a dim purple light spot had quietly appeared in the closed room, and gradually merged with a plush doll on the floor until it disappeared completely.

………

The buzzing sound on the mysterious island sounded again, and the helicopter carrying Hank rose from the ground and drove quickly towards the city of San Francisco on the coast. In the cabin, Hank overlooked the tiny island that was getting farther and farther below, and said in his mouth Whispering softly.

"A new era..."

At the same time, when the helicopter sailed smoothly into the sky over the city, an escort convoy on the edge of the city and away from the city encountered great trouble.

"Bang!!"

An armed police car was lifted high with brute force and then violently thrown out. The several-ton vehicle body flipped uncontrollably in mid-air until it landed heavily on the flat road surface.

Amidst the muffled sound, broken parts and splattered blood were scattered. Blood stains mixed with scorch marks spread, forming a twisted painting representing death and destruction on the ground. Several police officers in the car who had no time to escape were accompanied by The flat car wreckage is the main material of this painting.

Looking around, there are at least four or five broken vehicles that have been smashed randomly scattered on the entire road. There are even two sentry robots several meters high lying on the ground, which seem to be mechanical limbs that have been forcibly torn apart by some monster. Scattered everywhere, there was a faint flash of electric light at the fractures.

Suddenly, a police car on the side of the highway, which was overturned but still relatively well-preserved, began to shake violently. Then the door on the right side was kicked open violently, and a white police officer with his face covered in blood stepped out of the car. Climb out in embarrassment.

Struggling to stand up from the ground, he glanced down in confusion. After seeing the surrounding scene clearly, the confusion in his eyes was quickly replaced by deep despair. The smell of blood and burnt rushed into his nostrils, irritating him to the point of being dizzy. His mind quickly regained consciousness, but it was meaningless. He knew that he could not fight against the thugs who caused all this.

In less than a few minutes from the time they discovered the blocker to the present, their escort team was almost completely wiped out before they even had time to make any meaningful resistance.

Looking at the tall figure rummaging around the wreckage of the sentry not far away, the police officer quickly raised the iron gun in his hand, and his bloodshot eyes became dilated with anger.

"You damn monsters!"

Amidst the roar of the police officers, sparks burst out from the raised muzzle. Several special injection needles that replaced metal bullets flew out of the air at extremely fast speeds. However, just when they were about to hit the target, they were struck by a wide The hurricane set off by the palm tore it into pieces in advance.

"Oh, one more is missing."

The next second, the roaring hurricane rushed forward along the trajectory of the injection needle. The police officer who had just fired all the ammunition felt his eyes blurred, and the center of his vision was completely occupied by an ever-expanding bloody fist, and then completely disappeared. dark.

Like a large watermelon that had been smashed to pieces by a sniper bullet, just the ferocious fist wind caused by squeezing the air turned the police officer's entire head into a fine hazy blood mist.

The headless body fell to the ground with a muffled sound, but was immediately trampled to pieces by heavy footsteps. The combat boots paused in front of the body, and his eyes moved up. The person who came was none other than the tall man who was picking at the remains of the sentry before. figure.

Glancing at the pool of blood spreading outwards from his footsteps, Wan Hao took a deep breath, and the blood-colored mist scattered in the air poured into his nose like a whale sucking water, causing a slight flush on his bronze cheeks.

"Fear, resentment, good taste."

"Don't be intoxicated. It's just a remnant of the soul produced by an ordinary person. After the war, there will be strong ones for you to absorb. Don't let the captain wait too long."

A cold voice sounded in his ears, and then a tall and thin man walked directly past Wanhao and walked towards the front of the battlefield.

Behind him, Wan Hao looked at the man's back and licked the corners of his lips. The faint blood in his eyes faded and he followed closely.

Soon, the two of them crossed the chaotic road strewn with debris and debris one after another, and stopped near a huge metal car lying on the ground.

At the end of the carriage, a gloomy figure wearing a black robe and his face covered by a gray-white mask stood quietly.

"Captain Xi Ming, everything has been cleaned up."

The voice of a tall and thin man came from behind. The figure in black robe raised his drooped head slightly, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded from inside the mask.

"Well, open the door. I really want to see if the ever-changing Mystique is related to the devil."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man on the right quickly stepped forward and grasped the rear of the car with both hands. As he exerted force, the hard steel penetrated easily with his fingers like loose foam.

"Tear~"

The heart-wrenching sound of metal breaking kept resounding, and Wan Hao pulled his arms, tearing open the entire thick metal compartment door, and then threw it away at will.

The closed carriage was forcibly opened, and the first thing that caught the eye was not the police officers on guard, but a graceful blue figure who slowly walked out. It was the man who had been arrested by the government for stealing antidote materials a few days ago. The captured Mystique—Riven Darkholm.

Looking at the three unfamiliar contractors outside the carriage, Mystique, who thought the rescuer was Magneto, froze slightly and said warily:

"who are you?"

"By order of Lord Magneto, we are here to greet Ms. Raven."

"Where's Eric?"

"My lord is preparing for a war, a war of races."

………

Night, brotherhood station.

It was still the underground base wrapped in special metal, but compared to the sparse number of people before, the base now was much more lively, and among the people talking was Mystique, who had just been rescued from the escort convoy. Raven.

After Xi Ming and others returned to the Brotherhood station with Mystique and several rescued mutants, they did not rest for long. Magneto held an important meeting in the underground base and announced to everyone the future of the Brotherhood. Plan the battle and start arranging various tasks.

After a while, the meeting ended, and everyone who had received the corresponding instructions left one by one. Soon, only Magneto and the unmoved Xi Ming were left here.

Looking at the black-robed figure who had no intention of leaving, Magneto frowned slightly, but then relaxed.

"The mission was completed well. You can exchange it for any two weapons you like in the warehouse."

"Lord Magneto, you misunderstood. I am not here for the mission reward. I just have important information that I need to report to you."

"oh?"

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Magneto paused for a moment on the pale mask before continuing:

"explain."

"My lord, do you still remember Jean Grey?"

Hearing this, a beautiful figure with red hair appeared in Magneto's mind, and a trace of regret appeared in his eyes. Of course, he would not forget this descendant of mutants who might be an Omega level.

It was a pity that the other party did not show the strength that an Omega level should have in Charles's academy. Later, he died hastily in the dam incident three years ago. He was stunned for a long time after receiving this news.

"The X-Men were swallowed up by the flood three years ago. They were dead. This is your information."

"Dead person? No, no, no."

"Lord Magneto, Jean is an Omega-level mutant with almost godly power. How could she be swallowed up by a mere flood?"

A trace of impatience flashed in Magneto's eyes. After Qin was submerged, he also went to the bottom of Lake Alkali to explore, but he did not find any trace of the other party. In addition, Charles also claimed that he could not find the other party's mental fluctuations, so he would be sure. Think that the other party is completely dead.

"The Omega level only represents potential, not strength. It doesn't mean anything. It just means that Charles used his weak ideas to destroy a mutant descendant who could have become a god."

"Destroyed? Haha~"

A mocking smile came from inside the pale mask. Although the expression could not be seen, one could still imagine the sarcastic expression under the mask.

"Professor

"Sir, believe me, she is still alive. Qin, who has awakened the power she deserves, is now sleeping at the bottom of Lake Alkali. As long as you wake her up, you will get a phoenix of destruction that can remove all obstacles."

"……you sure?"

"Of course, just to awaken this phoenix, we also need some good sacrifices that can satisfy her hungry appetite."

Although there is no guarantee whether what Xi Ming said is true or not, the other party's conclusive attitude did arouse Magneto's interest. To be honest, he has always been skeptical about the fact that the only Omega-level mutant discovered would die so hastily. There is some doubt.

"Tell me everything you know about Jean."