Capítulo 25: Chapter 25
The shadow behind him extended a trembling hand to grasp the blade embedded in his chest, a nostalgic longing for life visible in his eyes.
Mike remained indifferent as the Zanpakutō in his hand retracted to its original form. Compared to Senbon zakura, the Shenqiang's blade was short, resembling a wakizashi.
After its initial release, the magical weapon could freely extend and retract, adjusting its length to increase speed and attack power.
This was undoubtedly an ability many would envy. Mike silently lamented as he looked at the fallen Shadow and the soldiers slain by Senbon zakura.
He discarded the weapon, as its materialisation time was nearing its end, glanced at the distant laboratory, and waved at Stryker on the second floor.
Stryker's face paled. He quickly turned to the researchers and shouted, "Activate Weapon XI!"
He hurried to a communicator-like device, dialling a series of numbers.
As Kara watched the fight between Logan and Victor from afar, she knew Stryker, who hated mutants, would never release her sister. Logan and his allies were her only hope now.
When Kara reached the ground floor, Logan had already defeated Victor. After being injected with adamantium, Logan was on a completely different level compared to Victor.
However, Logan couldn't bring himself to kill Victor and knocked him out instead.
"Logan," Kara called out nervously. When Logan turned, she hurriedly explained, "I never used my powers on you. My love for you is real, but they captured my sister. I had no choice." Her words were rushed, fearing she wouldn't get another chance.
Logan, retracting his claws, stared at her with a conflicted expression. After a deep breath, he asked, "Where is she?" Despite their love being built on deception, he wanted to do one last thing for her, to repay her for the solace she had given him.
Kara, grateful, replied, "Follow me." They ran toward the prison holding the mutants.
"Logan?" Mike called out as he approached.
"I'll rescue the people. Stryker is yours to handle," Logan responded. Mike nodded and headed for the lab.
It was time to settle the score—the bullets fired at Clark, the house explosion...the feud would end today.
"Hurry up!" Stryker urged the researchers, sweat beading on his forehead.
He cursed Shadow for being so useless, dying in just a few moves.
As Mike's figure appeared at the door, Stryker backed away in panic, stammering, "We can talk! What do you want? I can give you anything you want!"
Mike's silent approach only increased Stryker's anxiety. Suddenly, Mike noticed a raised arm on the lab table, narrowing his eyes.
He raised his gun and fired at Stryker.
Clang! A sharp blade deflected the bullet, and Mike turned to face the wielder of the blade.
Weapon XI, with well-proportioned muscles, a bare upper body, and strange black marks, stood before him.
The creature gave off a dangerous, cold aura, like a machine ready to kill.
A card appeared in Mike's palm as he raised the magic spear in his hand.
Stryker sighed in relief, wiping his forehead, and ordered, "Kill him!"
In an instant, Weapon XI flashed across the room, slapping Stryker aside. Stryker rolled on the ground in confusion, wondering if weapon XI had gone rogue.
The knife in Mike's hand elongated, piercing through Weapon XI's back, and the blade of it extending from his chest.
If not for that slap, Stryker would be dead.
'What kind of power was this?' Stryker's mind raced. 'If such an ability could be harnessed for the Weapon X program…'
Mike, however, was unimpressed with this and retracted his magic spear.
Stryker, growing excited with the prospect of gaining a new power for his Weapon XI program, smiled and quickly gave him a new set of orders. "Capture him alive! I want to study him!"
Weapon XI's wound had already healed. Mike sighed internally. He had aimed for the head, but the creature had quickly adjusted, dodging the shot.
Sizzle! With a grating sound, two adamantium blades extended from Weapon XI's fingers.
As the battle was about to begin, a blue portal opened between them. Mike frowned, noticing Stryker's elated expression.
Discreetly, he activated the tracker Raven had given him. 'Were these Stryker's reinforcements?'
Mike remembered the shadow he had killed earlier. Were they with him? As two blurry figures stepped out of the portal, Mike felt a sense of unease. He didn't recognize these people. Were they new players in the game?
The blue portal disappeared, revealing a man in a windbreaker with eerie blue eyes and markings around his eye sockets, and another in a well-tailored suit, tall and imposing, with a mysterious smile and a dark red diamond-shaped mark on his forehead. The man in the windbreaker stepped back, his gaze locked on Mike.
"Mr. Essex!" Stryker exclaimed, nodding respectfully to the man in the suit. "This is my creation," he said, gesturing toward Weapon XI.
Essex glanced at the creature and nodded approvingly. "Not bad." He then turned his eyes to Mike, an intrigued expression forming on his face.
Mike's heart sank as he pressed the tracker without hesitation. 'Essex... Damn it. This is Mr. Sinister—Nathaniel Essex.'
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