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Ever since he realized his mutant abilities were only at Level 2, he had been considering how to maximize their use.
He couldn't make countless bullets or even missiles stop and bounce back like Magneto, nor could he lift thousands of tons, fly using magnetism, or alter the Earth's magnetic field.
However, he felt that the way the experimental base's instructors trained him to control daggers for killing was simply too crude.
Using daggers was less effective than using needles; at least the number and speed of controlled objects would be much faster. Although the power would be less, the effect would likely be no worse when targeting vital points like the orifices.
Of course, after much thought, he believed that to maximize the power of magnetism, he still needed firearms.
The bullets fired from a gun, both in speed and damage, were far superior to any sharp object he could control. By just slightly influencing the bullet's trajectory, he could become a sharpshooter beyond human limits.
Right now, it was a submachine gun. If his abilities grew stronger in the future, and he could control the trajectory of heavy machine gun bullets, that would be truly formidable.
He could literally be a one-man army, holding off thousands. He alone could take out all the guards in the entire base.
"Move it!"
With most of two magazines emptied, all the guards in the mess hall were down. George waved at the stunned Gabriela and the puzzled little wolf girl.
"Laura, let's go."
Gabriela, having snapped out of her daze, quickly stepped forward and pulled the little wolf girl, running towards George.
She, of course, recognized Subject 757. However, unlike the other mutant children, this directly generated adult mutant did not require care from nurses like them but was handled by specialized personnel.
But since he was willing to help, he was certainly not an enemy.
Running frantically with Gabriela and the little wolf girl, they quickly caught up with the children ahead. However, George dared not be careless, as he knew there were far more guards in this experimental base.
It was just that the other side hadn't anticipated this situation and hadn't fully reacted yet.
And it couldn't be ruled out that they possessed some more lethal and advanced weapons.
Don't let his earlier display of might deceive you; taking out a group of guards with two submachine guns in the blink of an eye was mainly due to the little wolf girl drawing fire and him making a surprise attack.
To be honest, in his current situation, even encountering a sniper would be big trouble.
Some specialized Barrett heavy sniper rifles, using high-penetration bullets, could penetrate thick concrete walls with a single shot. If he were to be sniped from a long distance, his magnetic powers simply couldn't deflect the bullet, and he might be taken out before he even had time to react.
So now was not the time to be complacent.
Fortunately, the rest of the journey went smoothly. He didn't encounter the sniper he worried about, nor the Wolverine clone, and they successfully reached the outside of the experimental base.
"Do you know the approximate location of the base's most important laboratory and data room?"
After helping the children onto the back of the truck, George didn't immediately get in. Instead, he asked Gabriela.
Although Gabriela was a bit puzzled, she quickly pointed out two locations.
"Over there and over there."
"Excellent. Before we leave, let's give them some gifts."
George opened the bag on his back and pulled out over a dozen grenades he had collected from the guards' corpses.
In fact, besides grenades, his bag also contained some cash he had conveniently scavenged, so he wouldn't be penniless once he got out.
"Hope you enjoy them."
Using his powers to control the grenades, he accurately launched them toward the two locations Gabriela had pointed out, then simultaneously pulled their pins in mid-air.
Moments later, violent explosions roared, and those two sections of the experimental base instantly erupted into a sea of fire.
"Let's go!"
Seeing his objective achieved, George finally got into the truck with a wide-eyed Gabriela.
His purpose in doing this was simple: if he could blow up the high-ranking officials of the experimental base, that would be ideal. If not, he could still create chaos, destroy important research data, and slow down their pursuit.
And his objective was indeed achieved.
An hour later, a dust-covered Dr. Rice slapped Commander Donald across the face, roaring furiously:
"Useless! I told you to deal with that trash, and you messed it up like this! Most of them escaped, and you destroyed so much of my important data! If X-24 wasn't unharmed, I'd throw you into the incinerator right now!"
"Boss, it was my mistake. I didn't anticipate that those nurses would help them escape."
Donald completely disregarded the pain on his face, merely bowing his head respectfully.
Dr. Rice took a deep breath, calmly collected himself, and ordered:
"Things are already like this. I don't want to hear your explanations. I want you to capture those escaped mutant children as quickly as possible, then dispose of them. They cannot be discovered by other organizations."
As the head of one of the world's renowned companies, and having covert connections with many terrorist organizations, he understood that this world was not simple, especially with a behemoth like S.H.I.E.L.D. in existence.
If S.H.I.E.L.D. discovered the existence of mutants, they would certainly follow the clues to him, and that would be trouble.
He didn't want to go against S.H.I.E.L.D. before he had mass-replicated mutants.
"Report anything to me immediately. If necessary, I will bring X-24 to help. It'll be a good opportunity to test X-24's combat effectiveness."
"Yes, Boss!"
Donald nodded and left the partly blown-up lab to gather his subordinates.
"What's the result of the investigation?"
"Commander, according to our investigation, it seems to have been caused by Subject 757. According to..."
A team leader quickly relayed the investigation results.
Donald frowned upon hearing it:
"It was him? A mere Level 2 mutant, how could he have such power?"
He had been leading the previous combat, so he naturally knew the situation.
Although the mutant children had escaped control with the help of a few nurses, he quickly dispatched reinforcements to stabilize the situation.
If nothing unexpected had happened, they should have been able to corner all the escaped mutant children in the mess hall. But then, for some unknown reason, after a burst of gunfire, his subordinates went silent.
He was just about to bring more personnel to pursue them when the explosions startled him, forcing him to rush back immediately.
He had no choice; one of the explosion sites was near the big boss's laboratory, and he dared not not return.
"It shouldn't be wrong. Captain Beas, who was responsible for dealing with Subject 757, was killed. Although he destroyed all surveillance along the way, our trace analysis experts found the tracks he left going towards the mess hall.
However, analysis of the killed bodies shows that aside from a few who died from dagger wounds, most had gunshot wounds, and almost all were fatal shots."
The team leader explained.
"A sharpshooter? But he doesn't seem to have abilities in that area, does he?"
Donald frowned deeply, a puzzled expression on his face.
Mutants with sharpshooter potential usually had super sight, or special kinetic capture abilities, reaction speed, and so on. But as far as he knew, Subject 757 had psychic abilities and magnetic control.
"Perhaps this is something we should ask the boss."
He only understood military command; research into mutant abilities was the boss's domain.
But thinking of the boss's still-simmering anger, he gave up the idea.
Anyway, he thought that even a sharpshooter, without specialized training, wasn't much to worry about.
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