A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

Under the bright moonlight, two red beams of light rushed into the sky, drew a semicircle and then suddenly disappeared.

The tall chimney in the distance was cut in half like tofu and tilted down, still spewing thick gray-black smoke.

The air waves created made the man and the cat squatting on the steel frame of the roof choke their mouths and noses.

Below, a bald man without a mouth is firing two red lasers from his eyes.

The metal rack in front melted instantly like butter on a fire, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning.

"Haha, you are such an innocent boy. Did you take the Red Devil away?"

Not far from the entrance of the laboratory, the bursting red light seemed to be blocked by something, preventing it from entering.

Albert looked along and saw a man wearing a strange black helmet standing at the door.

The red laser was blocked in the palm of my hand.

"Why don't you join us?"

His hand was very steady, and the redness was slowly compressed and finally disappeared completely.

I don’t know if it was Albert’s illusion, but the moment the red light disappeared, his body was undulating like ocean waves.

Xiao licked his lips with satisfaction, as if he had had a full meal.

A few rays of red light spilled out from under his feet, and he smiled at the man standing motionless in front of him with an expressionless face.

“Not having an answer is rejection.”

Stomp lightly,

"boom!"

A red wave erupted from beneath his feet, tearing the reflective metal into pieces.

The man in front who tried to dodge was instantly bounced away and hit the cement wall next to him like a seal.

Behind the man, the shivering researcher in a white coat hiding under the experimental cabinet was not so lucky.

For a time, severed arms and legs were scattered on the ground.

The steel frame was shaking, and the smoke was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The orange cat lay firmly on it, but Albert could only hold on to the steel pillar next to him with his hands, and half of his body had fallen.

With a flash of blue light, he returned to the steel frame instantly.

"Meow"

A fluffy paw pointed at Albert in the direction of the Black Emperor,

I don't seem to understand why I did it.

"Let the bullets fly a little longer."

Vaguely, Albert seemed to see a silvery viscous liquid flowing out of the ruins.

There is a red figure next to it.

The smoke dissipated, and when I regained consciousness, the figure had disappeared.

The battlefield was divided into two parts.

In front of the glass cover where the Red Devil is imprisoned, a blond man with wings and a woman whose whole body turned into diamonds worked together to fight against the woman with five extra-long metal nails in front of them.

In the distance, the mouthless man's naked upper body remained intact, constantly teleporting around Xiao's body, and the two long silver knives protruding from the bones of his hands made a sharp sound of breaking wind.

But it seems that neither of them can do any harm to the other.

"I forgive your silence just now,"

Looking at the disappearing mouth of the man in front of him, Xiao still didn't give up persuasion while strolling in the courtyard.

"Join us, why should we sacrifice our lives for this man who harms fellow mutants?"

Before he finished speaking, he took out two red energy balls from the palm of his hand and waved them gently.

One sent the man flying against the wall, and one flew towards the glass cover of the Red Devil.

"Stryker runs so fast. He is indeed a classic villain with a tough life."

Albert shook his head. He had scanned the whole place several times and found no sign of Stryker.

After the Red Devil comes out, X-Weapon and Death Girl will definitely be at a disadvantage.

If you want to take Xiao away, you must take action.

Albert held the orange cat and moved to a beam with a better view, thinking about how to "politely" invite the Black Emperor. He always felt that he had overlooked something, but he just couldn't remember it for the moment.

While he was thinking, a slap that smelled of sweat and cheap cigarettes slowly tapped his shoulder.

"Snapped,"

Albert grabbed the person's wrist and was about to transform it into a quantum condensed matter when he heard a barrage of questions.

"Hey, friend, can you tell me what happened? The man wearing the metal helmet is too scary... Oh, wait, it seems to be me on the other side, but when will my eyes spit fire? Already? This is so cool!”

Albert turned his head, and the man in front of him was covered in a dirty red uniform, with two knives crossed behind his back.

The white eyes are surrounded by a circle of black, like a panda,

The body exudes the smell of blood, sweat, and tobacco that have been fermented together for dozens of days.

"OMG, Albert!! Oh my god, the famous Albert! Sign me your autograph!"

The red figure in front of him saw Albert turning around, holding his face in his hands excitedly.

But he searched all over his body and couldn't seem to find a pen.

"Hey, damn, there's not even a pen. That guy from Colossus must have stolen it."

He whipped out his long knife and made a deep gash on his right hand.

"It's really unlucky. Please use my blood, Mr. Irvine, before the wound heals."