American comics: Intercepting the female superhero, the symbiote is invincible

Chapter 129 Taking on a Student: "Blink" Clarice

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On the journey following the North Star.

Ron asked the purple-haired girl sitting next to him softly, "What's your name?"

Clarice Ferguson.

Clarice replied softly, "You can call me Clarice, sir. Thank you for your help."

“I knew it…” Ron looked her up and down at her pointed ears and pretty pinkish-purple braids: “Do you have a code name?”

Clarice shook her head: "Don't even mention code names... I haven't even mastered my abilities yet. Unlike you... who have developed your mutant abilities so exceptionally well."

talking.

She pursed her lips slightly, looked at Ron, and her emerald eyes sparkled slightly.

Clearly, he was deeply infatuated with Ron.

"Take your time," Ron comforted her. "You can develop your abilities to be even stronger in the future."

"Then, sir, you..."

Clarice slipped her small hand through Ron's arm, hugged his arm, and leaned closer, saying, "...Could you help me develop it too?"

Ron's gaze fell on the softness close to him, and he nodded subconsciously: "Hmm... If you have this idea, you can learn from me, and I will try my best to help you develop it..."

"Really?" Clarice's face lit up with joy again.

Ron casually placed his arm around her slender waist: "Do you remember what I used to heal your wounds before?"

"thing?"

Clarice ignored the mischievous hand on her waist and asked with a puzzled look, "That... isn't that your superpower?"

"It's not my special ability."

Seeing that the girl didn't object, Ron simply pulled her into his arms and explained, "That's a bio-suit produced by my company. Healing is just one of its functions. I've already said... it can make you stronger."

"Make me stronger..."

Clarice's mind flashed back to the muzzle of a gun blazing with fire, and her knees seemed to throb again: "...Can I become strong enough that I no longer need to fear the Sentinel Special Operations?"

Ron thought for a moment and said, "It should be possible."

This so-called Sentinel Special Operations Unit doesn't seem to have much firepower, and it can't compare to the Sentinel Robots, the ultimate weapon capable of replicating mutant abilities.

Clarice's blue eyes flickered slightly, as if she had made up her mind. She turned and lay down on Ron, burying her face in his chest and murmuring, "Then I'll learn from you from now on, okay..."

"Following me? Where's your family...?"

"My family... they don't want me anymore."

"Ah, okay."

Ron grabbed the girl's braid and gently played with it: "Since you're planning to follow me, how about I give you a code name, like 'Blink'?"

"Um..." Clarice asked cautiously, "May I call you teacher?"

"Teacher...no problem."

Ron thought of some playful ideas and readily agreed.

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While talking.

The black car in front stopped; they had arrived at the base of the underground mutant organization.

It's said to be the organization's base...

Actually.

It's about the size of a small gang.

A small group of mutants gathered in an apartment building in an old housing area, their main activities being to rescue their fellow mutants and resist the exploitation of mutants.

The management was also very lax; even a fellow countryman like Ron, whom they had just met, could be invited over... No wonder they were being chased away by the Sentinel Special Police Unit.

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"How about it?"

After entering the base, Lorna led Ron and the others on a tour, asking with a smile, "What do you think of our place?"

Ron glanced at it with little interest, then shook his head and said, "Objectively speaking... it's terrible."

Upon hearing this, Lorna's beautiful, heavily made-up face immediately showed displeasure.

Although she had a good impression of Ron.

But Ron so ruthlessly belittled the base.

It was still something she couldn't tolerate.

after all.

This is the base she built from scratch, bit by bit.

It embodies her hard work and her lifelong ideals.

"What makes you say that...?"

Lorna then questioned him.

just.

Before she could finish speaking, Ron interrupted her, saying, "However... considering your current situation, it's not bad."

Lorna rolled her eyes slightly: "That's more like it... Judging from your tone, it seems you've seen a better base?"

···Requesting flowers····· ·····

Ron found a sofa and sat down, then revealed his true intentions: "If you're willing to follow my arrangements, I can provide you with a better base..."

Although the mutant race of this era is already considered leftovers.

However, if all of them are gathered together, some powerful superpowers can be found.

Moreover, the number is not as large as before, making them easier to manage.

"So that's what you were planning... to merge with us?"

Lorna seemed to understand something, crossed her arms, and said.

"I even thought I could recruit you... It seems I was just being presumptuous."

That's true... With that kind of superpower, starting an organization wouldn't be a problem.

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Tell me, what's the name of your organization?

Clearly, she assumed Ron was the leader of another small mutant organization, and wanted to discuss merging the two organizations...

After all, she had encountered this kind of thing before.

However, before those small groups could even finalize their plans, they were wiped out by the Secret Service...

What a waste of her expression.

and so.

Lorna hoped Ron wasn't one of those clueless guys from before.

Ron read her thoughts and chuckled, "That's not something to talk about right now. What I'm more interested in... is your special ability."

The "superpower" was not mentioned yet.

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Lorna's phone suddenly rang.

She gave Ron an apologetic look: "Wait a minute, sir, I have to take this call."

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Hello, who is this?

"Are you Lorna Dayne?" came the voice of a grown man on the other end of the phone.

"First, tell me who you are..." Lorna walked to the end of the corridor and questioned the phone: "How did you get this number?"

[My name is Reed Strucker. My family needs help crossing the border. You and your associates do this kind of thing, don't you?]

Lorna leaned against the wall in the hallway and said noncommittally, "Maybe...it depends on who it is."

[Have you heard about that mutant attack...? What happened at that high school...?] (Death)

Chapter 130: The Incident of the Mutant Child Going Out of Control?

What about that high school?

Lorna's green pupils contracted slightly, and her fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on her phone. [Are you referring to the mutant child who went out of control in the news this morning?]

The male voice on the other end of the phone lowered its tone: "That's right. The kid is currently being held in the Secret Service's underground lab. His ability is manipulating metal—just like yours. Structural Industries' private army will escort him to the 'Purification Center' tomorrow night, 24:00. If you want to save your kind..."

"Wait a minute." Lorna suddenly interrupted, glancing warily toward the living room—Ron was toying with a floating coin, its trajectory defying the laws of physics. How could you prove this wasn't a trap? Just last week, a mutant was dissected alive because of a so-called call for help.

The coin suddenly stopped in mid-air. Ron winked at her with a half-smile, and Polaris's senses as a magnetic field manipulator sent chills down her spine—this strange man also possessed the ability to control electromagnetic fields!

"Listen." The voice on the phone suddenly became urgent. "That child has the same barcode tattoo on his left arm as me. We were the first gene-edited babies. If you don't show up in the dock area by sunset tomorrow..." The call abruptly ended, and the faint beeping of an alarm could be heard through the busy tone.

Looks like our warm-up conversation is going to have to end early? Ron caught the falling coin, the metal melting into liquid in his palm and reforming into the Structural Industries logo. I must say, you guys have a good eye for choosing enemies... He suddenly grabbed Lorna's wrist, the liquid metal creeping up her arm and up her bulging blue veins, much better than choosing allies.

The entire apartment suddenly trembled! A rusty fire hose burst, and the water, manipulated by magnetism, transformed into a swirling waterspout. Thunderbird's muscles instantly bulged and burst through his shirt, but even faster than him were the three steel spikes that Bullseye flung out—precisely embedding themselves in the wall where his shadow was cast.

"Relax, John." Ron didn't even get up from the sofa, just snapped his fingers lightly. Suddenly, dozens of black threads split from the symbiote in Clarice's arms, tightly binding several mutants who were preparing to activate their abilities. "If I were Strucker, a sniper bullet would be piercing your temple by now..."

Polaris attempted to manipulate the iron element within Ron's body, only to be horrified to discover that Ron's magnetic field was devouring her energy like a black hole. "What are you...?" Her words were interrupted by a sudden roar outside the window. Through the rain, six Quinjet fighters bearing the logo of SHIELD were forming an encirclement.

Timelines always seem to play tricks, don't they? Ron stood up and straightened his suit cuffs. The symbiote flowed across his body, transforming into a black suit of armor. Sixty years ago, it was the Brotherhood fighting the Sentinel robots. Now, it's the underground mutants fighting S.H.I.E.L.D.? He suddenly pulled Lorna close and kissed her lips, chuckling softly in front of the girl's wide eyes: "This is a 5.5% prepayment."

With a blinding white light, the entire outer wall evaporated under the bombardment of the particle cannon. But emerging from the smoke was Ron's electromagnetic barrier, free electrons leaping across its surface in dazzling ripples like the aurora borealis. Clarice! The purple-haired girl in his arms immediately activated her ability upon hearing this, and a purple portal shattered in space like a broken mirror.

Choose your time, Little North Star.

Chapter 131 Magneto's Daughter?

Ron, carrying Blink, stepped into the distorted spatial rift, his voice seductive amidst the quantum disturbances: "Stay here as a rebel mascot, or come with me to dismantle Strucker's infant incubation pod? You know..."

Just before he disappeared from sight, his last words shocked Lorna: Magneto wouldn't raise his daughter to be a street thug.

Lorna's pupils contracted sharply; Ron's words struck her like a hammer blow.

"Magneto's...daughter?"

Her heart pounded, and countless fragmented memories flashed through her mind—vague dreams, unfamiliar scenes, and an intense anger she had never understood. But now was not the time to think about that, because six S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet fighters had locked onto the entire apartment building, their onboard weapon systems fully charged and ready to fire at any moment.

"Lorna!" Thunderbird John roared, trying to break free of the symbiote's restraints, but he was a step too slow.

Ron had already stepped into the blinking portal, leaving behind only a mocking whisper:

"Think carefully before you follow, Polaris. After all... your father won't wait for you."

The next second, the purple portal suddenly closed, and Ron, Blink, and Bullseye vanished completely.

"Damn it!" John slammed his fist against the wall, instantly cracking the concrete. He whirled around to Lorna: "What did he just say? Magneto? You are...?"

Lorna's face was pale, but her eyes burned with a complex emotion—anger, confusion, and a hint of a deliberately suppressed desire.

"I don't know," she said through gritted teeth. "But right now, we need to deal with the trouble outside first."

Outside the window, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were already issuing an ultimatum through a megaphone:

"Members of the mutant underground, you are surrounded! Surrender immediately, or we will take military action!"

Lorna took a deep breath, raised her hands sharply, and all the metal pipes, steel bars, and electrical appliances in the entire apartment building twisted and deformed under her magnetic field control, turning into countless sharp metal fragments that floated in the air.