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Since he knew his Mutant ability was only level two, he had already been considering how to make the most of his abilities.
He couldn't do what Magneto could, like stopping and rebounding countless bullets or even missiles, lifting several thousand tons of weight, using magnetic force to fly, or changing the Earth's magnetic field.
However, he felt that the training method the base instructor used to teach him how to kill with a knife was also too low.
Using a dagger is not as good as using a needle. At least the control of quantity and speed will be much faster. Although the power is smaller, but attacking the vital organs such as seven holes should not be bad.
Of course, after much contemplation, he believed that in order to maximize the power of magnetism, one would still need to rely on firearms.
The bullets fired by firearms are much faster and more harmful than any weapon he can control. As long as he slightly affects the trajectory of the bullet, he can become a godlike sniper beyond human limits.
Now, he is still using an assault rifle. If his ability becomes stronger in the future and he can control the trajectory of heavy machine gun bullets, that would be truly formidable.
It would be a one-man show to block the way, with no one able to break through. With just one person, he could take out all the guards in the entire base.
"Quickly go!"
Half of the bullets from the two clips were fired, and all the guards in the dining hall were on the ground. George waved to Gafarreya and the bewildered she-wolf.
"Laura, let's go."
Gafarreya, who had just snapped out of it, quickly ran over and grabbed the little wolf girl, running towards George.
Experiment 757, she of course recognized, but unlike other mutant children, this adult mutant generated directly did not need their nurses to take care of them, but by the specialized personnel responsible.
But since they are willing to help, they can't be enemies.
With Gafarreya and the little wolf girl, they ran as fast as they could, soon catching up with the other children. But George didn't dare to be careless, knowing that the guards at this experimental base were far from being this number.
However, the other party didn't expect the current situation and didn't fully react in time.
And it's not out of the question that they might have some weapons with greater killing power and more advanced technology.
Just because he was fierce earlier, with two assault rifles he quickly eliminated a group of guards in the blink of an eye, it's mainly because the little wolf girl attracted the firepower and carried out a surprise attack.
To be honest, with his current situation, encountering a sniper would be a big trouble.
There are some custom Barrett heavy-duty sniper rifles that use high-penetrating bullets, which can pierce through thick concrete walls with a single shot. If someone were to take a long-range shot at him, his magnetic force would be unable to deflect it, and he might not even have time to react before being taken out.
So, now is not the time to be complacent.
Fortunately, there were no incidents on the way ahead, and he didn't encounter the sniper he feared or the Wolverine replica as expected, smoothly arriving at the outside of the experimental base.
"Do you know approximately where the most important laboratory and the data room of this base are located?"
After loading the children onto the truck's cargo bed, George did not immediately get on the truck. Instead, he asked Gafarreya.
Gafarreya was somewhat confused, but still quickly pointed out the two directions.
"There and there."
"Very well, let us give them a parting gift before we leave."
George opened the bag on his back, took out the dozens of grenades collected from the bodies of the guards.
In fact, it wasn't just hand grenades; his bag also contained some cash he had conveniently seized, so that he wouldn't be broke when he got out.
"I hope you like them."
Using his ability to control the hand grenades, he accurately fired towards the two positions indicated by Gafarreya. Then, in mid-air, he simultaneously pulled the fuse on them.
After a moment, there was a loud explosion, and the two locations at the experimental base were instantly engulfed in flames.
"Let's go!"
Having achieved his goal, George finally got on the car with Gafarreya, whose mouth was wide open.
He did this for a simple reason: if he could kill the high-level officials at the experimental base, that would be ideal. If not, at least he could cause chaos and destroy the important research data, slowing down the pursuit of the other side.
And his goal was indeed achieved.
An hour later, the disheveled Dr. Rayes slapped the commander Donald in the face and roared angrily:
"Scum! You were supposed to deal with that trash, and look what you've done—most of them have escaped, and you've destroyed so much of my important data. If it weren't for X-24 being fine, I'd throw you into the crematorium right now!"
"Boss, it's my fault. I didn't expect the nurses to help them escape."
Donald didn't care about the pain on his face, but he respectfully bowed his head.
Dr. Rayes took a deep breath, calming his tone as he commanded:
"Things have already happened like this. I don't want to hear your explanation. Just do your best to catch the escaped mutant children as soon as possible and deal with them, making sure they don't fall into the hands of other organizations."
As one of the world's most famous companies, he who has secret contacts with many terrorist organizations understands that the world is not simple, especially with the existence of a massive entity known as S.H.I.E.L.D.
If S.H.I.E.L.D. were to discover that mutants exist, they would definitely trace the clues back to him, and then it would be trouble.
Before mass-producing mutants, he didn't want to confront S.H.I.E.L.D. yet.
"Keep me updated on anything that happens behind the scenes. I will take X-24 along if necessary, and it's a good opportunity to test the effectiveness of X-24 in combat."
"Yes, boss!"
Donald nodded and left the partially blown-up laboratory to gather his team.
"How did the investigation go?"
"Commander, according to our investigation, it seems to have been caused by Experiment 757..."
A captain quickly recited the results of the investigation.
Donald frowned slightly after hearing it:
"Could it be him? A mere level two mutant, how could he possess such strength?"
He knew the situation well since he had been in charge of the previous battle.
The mutant children escaped from control with the help of several nurses, but he quickly sent reinforcements to help stabilize the situation.
If nothing unexpected happened, they should have been able to block all the escaped mutant children at the dining hall. But for some reason, after a burst of gunfire, his subordinates suddenly fell silent.
He was about to send more reinforcements to pursue them when he was shocked to hear the explosion.
There was no choice, as one of the explosion locations was near the boss's laboratory. He couldn't afford to ignore it.
"It should be right. Captain Bis, who was responsible for dealing with Experiment 757, has been killed. Although he destroyed all the surveillance cameras along the way, our trace analysis expert still found the trail he left leading to the dining hall."
Just that, from the analysis of the bodies that were killed, except for a few who died from knife wounds, most were gunshot wounds, and basically all of them were fatal gunshots.
The lieutenant explained.
"A sharpshooter, but it seems that he doesn't have that kind of ability, right?"
Donald furrowed his brow, showing a confused expression.
The mutant with the potential to become a sharpshooter usually has super vision, special dynamic capture ability, reaction ability, etc. And according to his knowledge, Experiment 757 is a telepath and can control magnetism.
"This kind of matter, maybe we should ask the boss."
He only knows how to command battles and the research on mutant abilities is the boss's job.
But thinking about the boss's fury still lingering, he gave up.
Anyway, he thought that even if someone was a sharpshooter, without specialized training, it wasn't much to write home about.
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