Chapter 26
In the main control room of the base, William Stryker was furious.
"You don't even know who's attacking the base? Where are our guards?"
"Sir, the attackers might be mutants. Their speed and strength are beyond anything human. Our people are being slaughtered," a subordinate, seated at the monitor, stammered, his voice trembling with fear. He pointed shakily at the screen, which showed the carnage unfolding outside.
Even though he was a battle-hardened soldier, he had never witnessed anything like this. From the initial raid to the attack on the base, the efficiency was terrifying. It had taken less than three minutes for the intruders to tear through hundreds of soldiers. The firearms were utterly useless.
"Damn it," William growled, veins bulging on his forehead as he stared at the screen. The attackers were using nothing but cold weapons, yet their reflexes and speed were far from normal.
"Move!" William barked, turning to leave for Professor X. His steps faltered as he froze in shock.
Two figures stood in front of him—one tall man in a black windbreaker, the other a woman in a black, tight-fitting combat suit. Before William could react, the woman at his side, sensing danger, extended long, sharp steel claws from her hands. With the agility of a leopard, she lunged at the man.
But in the blink of an eye, a foot glowing with golden light slammed into her head.
Boom!