Indifferent to the men and women running around and screaming, the stubble man's heart was getting more and more murderous intent, and he was completely out of control!

The man jumped up and rushed towards the loudest woman screaming...

...

Half an hour later, Westchester Mutant Tutoring School, New York.

"Professor! It's not good!" The door was pushed open, and the one who walked in was a white-haired Stormwoman.

"Don't be anxious..." A bald old man who was teaching the students gently waved his hand. He looked solemn but kind, serious but kind, and was Professor X. Charles Xavier. At this moment, he was writing something on the blackboard with his pen.

Halfway through writing, his hand suddenly trembled and turned to the students and said, "Today's class is over, you can go back first."

The students knew that the professor had something more important, so they stood up and bowed and left. Finally, a little girl who had left came back through the wall and took away the notebook she had fallen behind.

"How could this happen? Is this the same thing when you met Wolverine before?" Professor X asked with a frown. He obviously knew something from the Storm Girl's thoughts.

"No, at that time he was well organized, and he would not show any murderous intention except to face the enemy. He was a cautious and introverted man."

"Have you sent someone to solve this matter?"

"One-eyed Long and Qin passed by, but I was afraid that they would not be able to control him."

"You are right, let's go!" Professor X, who was sitting in a wheelchair, closed his eyes and was silent for a moment.

...

Manhattan Island, Times Square.

The once prosperous Times Square became a hell on earth within half an hour, with howling, wailing, car crashes, gunshots, and all kinds of sounds coming one after another. At the same time, the entire square was filled with blood, and the remaining limbs and corpses were everywhere, and the flames burned the air was burned and twisted.

In the center of the square, a man with a stubble gasping was standing on a hill made of corpses. His body was stained with countless blood. The already worn elastic vest is now only a few strips of cloth hanging on his shoulders, and his jeans are dyed red and black.

Around him, dozens of police cars and tanks were blocked around the intersection, and more than a dozen helicopters were patrolling in the sky.

As the sheriff of the Manhattan Police Station, York looked soaked in cold sweat at this moment. He never expected that the mutants whom he looked down upon would be so domineering and arrogant. Even the police and soldiers had already gathered fire for more than ten times, but they did not do anything to him. Even artillery shells and anti-tank missiles only exploded a few big and small wounds in his body, but they would heal in the blink of an eye! On the contrary, this beast-like man killed nearly a hundred people every time he charged! So far, he had killed more than 370 people, killing rather than killing, because this man would not leave any survivors for every swing of his claws! And he had already destroyed seven tanks and four helicopters!

York felt that the black veil on his head was in danger.
Chapter completed!