Kurohane spread his arms and spun in place, showing off the combat uniform he had snatched from the X-Men world. "See, it's a special combat uniform for Magneto, it has no metal at all ~" Kurohane's clothes were really something. Colonel Stryker specially prepared this combat uniform to capture the fugitive Magneto. The quality was quite ordinary, and the defense was only slightly better than nothing with a hardened plastic lining inside. But it only had one characteristic: absolutely no metal parts!
It had to be said, for Colonel Stryker, a normal person, to oppose Mutants for decades without fail, pouring his heart and soul into it, showed he had some perseverance! Otherwise, how could he have become the President of the United States long ago! Then he could collect some tariffs from penguins in Antarctica or something. Wouldn't that be more profitable than being a villain?
Actually, the fool Deadpool also had such a battle suit before, but it was damaged when he fought Psylocke. He then pulled his red battle suit back out from his dimensional butt, changed back into his smelly clothes, and had a war of words with this world's original Deadpool. Without this standard battle suit, he would be a pirated copy!
Fireman frowned. "How can this guy be so disgusting!"
Actually, Fireman saw the Sling Ring that Kurohane always wore on his hand and recognized him as a Kamar-Taj Mage. Not long ago, Doctor Stephen Strange from who-knows-which world was also thrown out. He had a whole bunch of messy abilities; he alone was equivalent to a large group of Mutants! If the boss wasn't so awesome, the owner of Null Space might have already changed! But now the boss wasn't here, Fireman felt completely insecure and could only hope that not every Mage from Kamar-Taj was the Sorcerer Supreme!
Snap!
Fireman skillfully lit a match on his wrist, and a small flame appeared on his wrist. This was one of Fireman's weaknesses; he only had the ability to control fire, not create it. He could turn a small flame into a massive blaze, but if there was no fire source around him, he was just a normal person.
"Since you don't have metal on you, you can pray that the plastic on your body can withstand the scorching flames!" Fireman glared at the fearless Kurohane, the flame in his hand already turning into a basketball-sized fireball. After circling it once, it transformed into a thick pillar of fire and shot towards Kurohane.
Kurohane clenched his fist, and a Seraphim Shield appeared in front of him. It perfectly blocked all incoming flames, and he even yawned from boredom. "Any other moves? If not, it's my turn to move ~~" Kurohane looked at the sweating Fireman through the shield and flames. This guy, perhaps due to his age, was already drenched in sweat after a short time. Clearly, he didn't know how to maintain himself!
"Hmph! How long can that shield of yours block me?" Fireman subtly wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, pretending nothing had happened. As the back of his hand left his forehead, he felt a tongue wrap around his neck. It was sticky and covered in saliva, hooking his neck and pulling hard!
Fireman's eyes widened, choking.
Gulp!
Accompanied by a choking sound, Fireman was pulled from the vehicle by the tongue and fell heavily to the ground. The pillar of fire he controlled also vanished, revealing the unharmed Kurohane. Due to lack of oxygen, Fireman felt his vision blacken and lost consciousness. When he woke up, he was firmly tied to a chair, surrounded by a dense crowd of people!
"You're awake? You're a woman now!" Kurohane also sat in a chair, looking at Fireman with great interest. But this scene, from Fireman's perspective, was simply Hell! He held a glass of red wine, continuously swirling it, and the air was filled with a strong aroma of wine. He wasn't the only one drinking.
Wolverine, clad in a yellow combat uniform, was furiously pouring wine down his throat. He wasn't sure if he was mistaken, but a bottle of rubbing alcohol was also poured down his throat. Most of the alcohol smell in the room came from him. The two Deadpools were playing Russian Roulette. The winner drank, and the loser shot themselves in the head. But... these two weren't using revolvers for Russian Roulette, they were using Desert Eagles! To avoid getting hit by bullets, they could only bet on misfires or jammed guns! Absolutely insane!
As for the others, they were all abstract in their own ways. There was a teenage girl drinking milk with a straw. Human Torch also held a glass of milk, seemingly trying to connect with this minor! There was a black man with a buzz cut sharpening knives among their pile. He had already sharpened and played with a huge pile and couldn't stop. There was a man wearing a long leather trench coat, continuously fiddling with a deck of poker cards. A woman in a tight leather suit had two forks tucked into her waist and was glaring fiercely! What kind of painting of Hell was this!
The woman in the tight leather suit poked Kurohane with her hand and said with a frown: "Kurohane, has he been deprived of oxygen for too long, making his mind a bit muddled?"
"Of course not! Elektra, you have to believe in my treatment methods. I even fixed Johnny's broken 'balls'!" Kurohane chuckled, looking at the beautiful leather-clad woman in front of him. After all, Johnny had brought them to this place. It was originally someone else's base, so being somewhat polite to others was normal.
When he fought Fireman earlier, Kurohane used the Seraphim Shield to block the flames, while also using Telepathy to control Toad, making him sneak attack Fireman and take him down. Then Kurohane treated Toad like a toy, as if he was playing a game. Frankly, Toad's stats were pretty good. Although his Mutant abilities were somewhat lacking, his speed and strength were both extraordinary, allowing him to easily deal with others.
After Fireman passed out, Kurohane turned the others into justice points. There were a total of nine people, adding up to only 200 justice points. And that was because Toad gave 100! The other eight people combined only gave 100 points! After all, they were minor characters who didn't even have dialogue in the movie, so it was unrealistic to expect them to be worth much. He also used his Telepathy skill to get a route map from the unconscious Human Torch Johnny's mind. He drove alone, dragging these "chatterbox wastes" back to their resistance base, where they received a warm welcome from the Human Torch's teammates!