Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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The Shadow reached out and gripped the blade lodged in his chest, his eyes filled with a lingering attachment to life.

Mike's expression remained indifferent as he swiftly returned the Zanpakuto to its original form.

Compared to Sakura Thousand Blades, the Sharpshooter was shorter, resembling a ribbed blade.

The Sharpshooter, after its initial release, could freely extend and change its length, enhancing its attack speed and power.

Such an ability was something many would envy.

Mike muttered under his breath, glancing at the fallen Shadow and the soldiers taken out by Sakura Thousand Blades. He casually discarded the nearly expired Sakura Thousand Blades and looked toward the distant laboratory. He waved toward Strick, who was standing on the second floor, greeting him.

Strick's face turned pale, and he immediately turned to the researchers. "Quick! Activate the XI weapon!"

As he spoke, Strick hastily walked to a nearby phone and dialed a series of numbers.

Meanwhile, Kara, who had been anxiously watching Logan and Victor's battle, rushed down the stairs.

She realized the truth: If Strick, who hated mutants, was going to free her sister, it was just a fantasy.

Her only hope now was for Logan and his friends to save her sister.

By the time she reached the lower floor, the battle between Logan and Victor had already ended.

Logan had won.

After injecting the Adamantium alloy, Victor and his powers were no longer on the same level as Logan's.

However, Logan couldn't bring himself to kill Victor; he simply knocked him unconscious.

"Logan." Kara spoke with a tense expression. When Logan looked at her, she quickly explained in pain, "I didn't use my abilities on you. My love for you is real, but they've taken my sister, and I have no way of helping her."

She spoke quickly, fearing that if she slowed down, she wouldn't get the chance to say it at all.

Logan withdrew his claws, his eyes conflicted as he looked at the woman in front of him. After taking a deep breath, he finally asked, "She's there?"

Even though the foundation of their love had been built on lies, he was still willing to do this last thing for her to end this relationship, as a way to repay the comfort she had given him during their time together.

Kara looked at Logan gratefully. "Follow me."

With that, the two rushed toward the prison where the mutants were held.

"Logan?"

Mike, who had been running toward them, stopped in his tracks.

Logan replied, "I'm going to save her! Strick is yours!"

Mike nodded and sprinted toward the laboratory.

Now, there was nothing standing between him and Strick.

The bullet that was fired at Clark, the house that was destroyed…

It was time to resolve their grudges.

"Hurry up!"

Strick urged the researchers, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Damn it, that bastard Shadow talked a good game but was taken out so easily. He was completely useless.

Cursing inwardly, Strick watched as a figure slowly appeared at the door, stepping back in alarm. "I think we can talk. What do you want? I'll give you anything!"

Mike walked silently, and Strick could feel the pressure mounting.

Suddenly, Mike noticed an arm rising on the experimental table. His eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger at Strick.

"Clink!"

A sharp sound rang out as a gleaming blade blocked the bullet heading toward Strick. The blade's owner tilted his head, studying Mike.

The XI weapon had a muscular, well-proportioned body, its bare chest covered in strange black markings.

Mike's eyes narrowed.

This was dangerous. The XI weapon gave him the feeling of a cold, hunting machine.

A thought crossed his mind, and a card appeared in his palm. With his other hand, he subtly raised the Sharpshooter.

Strick sighed in relief, wiping the cold sweat from his brow and giving an order. "Kill him!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the XI weapon blinked out of sight, shifted its stance, and slapped Strick away with a powerful force.

Strick rolled several times on the ground, stunned and confused.

Had it gone out of control?

Strick's heart raced as he looked up and froze, gasping in shock.

Mike's blade had mysteriously extended several meters, piercing through the XI weapon's back and protruding from its chest.

If it weren't for the XI weapon slapping him aside…

Mike would be dead.

But what kind of ability was this? He'd never seen anything like it before.

If this ability were used in the X-Weapon project...

"Gulp!"

Strick swallowed with a dry throat, his gaze toward Mike turning heated with excitement.

Mike frowned and withdrew the Sharpshooter.

"Capture him alive! I want to study him!"

Strick, with fervor, pointed at Mike and issued a new command to the XI weapon.

The XI weapon's wound had already healed by the time the Sharpshooter blade was withdrawn.

Mike sighed inwardly.

He had originally aimed for the XI weapon's head, but the creature reacted quickly. Not only did it use its flickering ability to adjust its position and save Strick, but it also altered its height, causing the Sharpshooter to miss its head.

Scrape!

The sound of bone and metal grinding together made one's teeth ache, as two long Adamantium blades extended from the XI weapon's fingers.

Mike's card in his palm began to glow faintly.

Just as the battle was about to erupt, a blue portal appeared between the two.

Mike frowned. When he saw the excited look on Strick's face, he made the card vanish and subtly took the tracker Raven had given him from his pocket, holding it tightly in his palm.

Were these Strick's reinforcements?

Suddenly, Mike remembered the Shadow he had taken out earlier.

"Are they with that guy?"

He murmured to himself and glanced toward the two indistinct figures stepping out from the portal. A trace of confusion flickered in his eyes.

He didn't recognize them—these two didn't seem to be characters from the plot. Had something unexpected happened?

With a thought, Mike prepared to activate the tracker at any moment.

Just then, the blue portal disappeared, and the two figures materialized in front of Mike.

One of them, wearing a trench coat, had eerie blue eyes and an even stranger blue pattern around his eye sockets, making him appear unnatural.

The other was dressed in a tailored suit that perfectly showcased his tall frame, with his hair styled meticulously into a neat back-and-sides, his face adorned with a mysterious smile, giving off the air of an elegant, ancient noble.

What caught the eye the most, however, was a dark red diamond-shaped mark in the center of his forehead, which added a layer of mystique to his appearance.

The trench-coated man took a step back, glancing around before fixing a hostile look on Mike.

"Mr. Essex!"

Strick respectfully addressed the suited man, pointing to the XI weapon standing nearby. "This is my creation."

Essex glanced at the XI weapon, nodded, and said, "Not bad."

Then he turned his attention to Mike, his intrigued gaze making Mike's heart skip a beat. Without hesitation, Mike pressed the tracker in his palm.

Essex...

Damn it!

It was Essex!

The Despicable Gentleman—Essex!

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