Chapter 124 - 121 What Is Evolution, Perfect Race Theory
Luke shows his kind side after getting to know 'Sabretooth,' Victor.
He beckoned to the young officer who was standing in the cell in a daze and ordered, "Get him an ID badge. Victor Creed, a member of S.H.I.E.L.D's Task Force. "
"As of today, you will continue to serve. "
"Yes, General. "
Sabretooth, whose sternum had collapsed, coughed twice and slowly rose to his feet.
The self-healing ability began to take effect. His shattered bones and injured internal organs healed at an alarming rate.
The cranky old man, who had been beaten up a bit, was much more restrained.
Most mutants who have never been beaten by society have an inexplicable sense of superiority and consider themselves superior to humans.
Sebastian Shaw and his spiritual successor Magneto have relied on this approach to either brainwash or unite a group of compatriots.
"Trask will definitely like you. "
Luke saw Sabretooth's self-healing ability and began to think about bringing his brother, Wolverine, into the picture.
In this way, he will have the proper people to spar in training the future skill cards' proficiency.
Sabretooth alone certainly wouldn't last long. With the thick-skinned Wolverine, the pair of brothers could withstand being Luke's punching bag.
Although he didn't know who this Trask Luke was talking about, his extremely keen beast intuition warned Sabretooth that it probably wasn't something good.
At the thought of being a miserable lab rat, a cold chill ran down his spine.
The idea of running away sprouted in his mind!
"Victor, believe me, it's not a good choice. "
Luke seems to have guessed it and eloquently said, "You will become a wanted criminal of the military. When your photos are published in the newspaper, you will have to face the comprehensive pursuit of S.H.I.E.L.D, the state, and county police. Then you can only hide in the woods and live like a beast. "
"You may not care. After all, you are a beast. But believe me, if you get caught running away again, you'll end up in a horrible situation. "
"I have a scientist named Bolivar Trask who is very interested in mutants. Maybe then we will experiment on you, such as cutting your body in half; which half will be the first to start healing itself? Perhaps we can cut one, Victor, and end up with two Victors? Wouldn't that be interesting? "
Sabretooth's hair stood on end, and his heart couldn't restrain the fear.
At this time, he realized that the self-healing ability that had allowed him to charge with such abandon on the battlefield; could also be turned into a form of torture.
This young General is simply the devil!
"General, I will never run away. "
Sabretooth gulped, giving a serious expression of guarantee.
If Wolverine saw his brother's courteous appearance, he would be shocked.
It wasn't his foul-mouthed brother's temperament. He was usually like an explosive barrel full of curses.
"By the way, what's your name? "
After a 'friendly' chat with Sabretooth, Luke was ready to fly straight back to New York.
Before leaving, he stared at the young officer for a few seconds and vaguely felt that he looked familiar.
"Report General; my name is William, William Stryker. "
The young officer saluted.
Is this fate?
Luke couldn't help but smile. He harvested Sabretooth, finished the main task, and found the future mutant butcher.
Human Resources +2!
Team strength +1!
"Stryker, right? How long have you served?"
Luke asked with great interest.
Right now, Stryker hasn't experienced the pain of losing family members, let alone met his fated 'perfect creation' -- Wolverine.
The whole person looks like a hot-blooded young man, full of vigor.
"Reported General, one year and four months. "
Luke glanced at the rank on his shoulder, Corporal.
It looked like he hadn't been in the military for too long; it's no wonder that he appeared in the new barracks in New Jersey.
"So, Corporal Stryker, would you be interested in working for me?"
Luke asked with a smile.
This kind of bad habit of collecting plot characters is as addictive as drawing cards. Once you start, you can't stop.
He wasn't a stamp collector before!
"Can I …?"
Stryker was so overwhelmed that he even wondered if he heard voices.
It was like a fan going to the airport to meet an idol, but the latter said her house is quite extensive, do you want to … cough cough … seems to be the wrong metaphor.
Anyway, that's probably what it was. Stryker still thinks it's unbelievable.
"Report to Washington, D.C. next week, Corporal Stryker. "
Luke didn't bother to say much, leaving a word and directly taking off into the sky.
The tall and straight figure tore away with billowing air and disappeared into the clouds.
Leaving a sea of admiration and eyes looking up at the new barracks in New Jersey.
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At the same time.
Florida has a long coastline of over 1,000 miles, with many islands dotting the blue sea like pearls.
This is a resort area with numerous islands that have been kept tranquil and pristine.
You could enjoy the charming beach, go boating and surfing at sea, or spend an afternoon at the pier with a fishing rod and then feast at a seafood restaurant.
All in all, life had a slow and comfortable pace here, attracting a large number of tourists every year.
"What a great place to relax and forget your worries…"
A middle-aged man wearing some sort of strange helmet lamented at a beach bar on Anna Maria Island.
He sat by the window with a glass of beer, looked at the strong young man opposite, smiled, and said, "My name is Sebastian Shaw, a tourist on vacation. Do you mind if I sit here?"
The strong young man with long black hair, two strong arms, and bronze skin shook his head and said, "Be my guest. "
He seemed to have no desire to talk, and after giving a brief answer, he kept silent.
"Where are you from? I'm from Europe. I have to say, the war is terrible. Everything is out of control. "
The middle-aged man, who gave him his name, spoke as if he was talking to himself, "I have seen too many innocent people being persecuted and killed. Not only Jews but also many … compatriots with extraordinary abilities. "
The robust young man looked up and spoke in a low voice, "Mr. Shaw, are you German?"
Sebastian nodded his head without concealing it. He sincerely said, "Country, color, ethnicity, these are all external aspects. I'm a scientist, and I follow my heart. The extreme racial theories from the Third Reich are too radical and superficial. Do blond hair and blue eyes mean perfect blood? That's ridiculous!"
"So, Mr. Shaw, what do you think?"
The strong young man seemed to take some interest and asked with a frown.
"Of course, it's genes! Only the genes that are engraved in the human body are the true revered spiritual guides!"
Sebastian was so excited about the conversation that he held up the beer and said, "Genes are constantly evolving. The gift of learning? The ability to adapt to the environment? No! The evolutionary instinct that drove us through genocide, through the Ice Age, through the Black Death … The perfection of a race depends on genes!"
"The Third Reich thinks that Aryans are a higher race, and blond hair and blue eyes are a sign of perfection, which is foolish. That's just the result of genetic variation and has nothing to do with evolution. "
The young man was lost in thought. He subconsciously asked, "What is evolution?"
"Ability. "
Sebastian smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked up, and took a sip of beer, saying, "Humans learn to make tools, learn to make fire, and got rid of the primitive era of ignorance. When Prometheus stole fire for the world in mythology, was it only fire he brought with him? No, it was the ability to learn and inspire wisdom. "
"The degree of evolution of a race depends on ability. For example, a longer life, a stronger body, and more … difference from others. "
The young man frowned, oblivious to the fact that the guests in the bar had already gone away.
A woman with snow-white skin and an icy face appeared behind him at some point.
The woman's fingers were placed near his temples, and his lips were slightly opening and closing, repeating Sebastian's words.
"Evolution is cruel, and the higher races should eliminate the inferior races, just as Homo sapiens replaced Neanderthals. "
Sebastian said with a smile.
"Don't you think so, Namor Mackenzie?
The young man's eyes were confused and gradually became empty.
After a long time, he nodded with certainty, "That's right. Evolution is cruel. "
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