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Chapter 490 Searching for the Rakshasa

Chapter 490 Searching for the Rakshasa

While Peter was dealing with his psychological issues, the battle between Nimrod and Earth 616 continued. A large group of small Sentinel robots raided Hydra's storage base and engaged in a fierce battle with the Hydra guards and the arriving Thunder agents. After the battle, Hawkeye led his team to clean up the battlefield and received some very bad news.

"Lost?"

Nick Fury, who heard the news over the communication channel, was furious: "How did you guys lose it? You couldn't even hold onto something after taking on a bunch of robots?"

"Only one was lost, sir."

Just as Nick Fury was about to yell at Hawkeye, he realized the problem with Hawkeye's use of the quantifier and frowned, asking, "What do you mean by 'one body,' Patton?"

"What Hydra is storing here isn't iron, but finished super-adaptors. There are only three in the entire AIM, but there are five here, not counting the one that the Sentinels took away."

Hawkeye made a phone call and asked Fury a very important question: "What should we do with these things, sir?"

Fury remained silent for a long time.

"Leave it all to Tony Stark."

Upon hearing the news at the Hydra warehouse, Hawkeye asked incredulously, "Sir?"

"Leave the higher-ups to me. All you need to do now is obey orders and hand over all the super-adaptors to Tony Stark. Nimrod needs super-adaptors as his base, and if we're going to research that, no one is more suitable than Tony Stark. He may not be the most brilliant genius in the world, but he's definitely the best engineer we can find."

Finally, Fury added a meaningful remark.

"And the Avengers are more reliable."

"I understand, sir." Hawkeye sighed, realizing what Fury was talking about, then looked at the super-adaptors that hadn't yet activated. They were already down by one point in their match against Nimrod. So, what about the second point?

Paris, France.

After the X-Men disbanded, Rogue Anna Marie came to Europe. She initially thought that Cyclops or Logan would choose to inherit Professor X's career and continue the X-Men, but unexpectedly, the two of them seemed to lose their souls after Jean's death. In the end, the X-Men fell apart, and Rogue was also quite disappointed.

But she was no longer the little girl who needed help, and for that reason, she chose to forge her own path. Rogue arrived in Europe and began a work to protect mutants in a place where the X-Men had never existed before.

Perhaps due to social reasons within Europe, the situation for mutants is somewhat better than in the United States, but they still face systemic discrimination. The discrimination against mutants differs from that in the United States; it doesn't originate from racial issues, but rather resembles a witch hunt, with countless mutants being hunted because of their appearance or superpowers.

In essence, it is a kind of fear.

As Rakshasa walked the streets of Paris, she bought food for the mutant children she cared for. After taking only a few steps, she sensed a gaze, so after buying the bread, she immediately left the stall, put on her hood, and went into a small alley.

Her pursuer immediately followed, only to be grabbed by the neck in the shadows. He instantly felt intense pain and let out a wail. Realizing that the Rakshasa in front of him was a little girl of only eleven or twelve years old, he immediately deactivated his powers, took two steps back, and quickly put on his gloves.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were following me." Rakshasa took two steps back and smiled, then tried to appear as friendly as possible: "Did it hurt a lot just now? Was it very painful? Would you like me to take you to see a doctor...?"

Her smile froze as she felt her body rapidly changing, a pair of bone claws piercing from between the finger bones of her hands—a sensation she had experienced before when absorbing another person's life force.

Who exactly is this girl?

"We've been looking for you for a long time, Miss Anna."

Following behind was a red-eyed man with a long metal rod slung over his shoulder and a toothpick in his mouth. He leaned to the side, seemingly unconcerned about his image, and looked at the Rakshasa woman: "Um, please don't misunderstand, we're here to protect you. A group of guys are looking for you, and we have to prevent them from finding you first."

"This girl alone is enough to prove you can't be trusted." As Rakshasa spoke, she looked around, took a deep breath, looked around again, and suddenly swiftly climbed up the wall like a gecko. The King of Cards couldn't help but look up at Rakshasa climbing the wall and sighed.

"I've never heard the boss mention that this girl could store her abilities... or perhaps she's become so skilled with her abilities that she can store the abilities she's absorbed for a longer period of time?"

If that's the case, then perhaps Ninglu really needs this girl.

X-23 quickly followed, her hands and feet sprang out steel claws, which she then stuck into the wall and began to climb at an incredible speed. At the same time, another mutant from elsewhere threw a boomerang made of bone at the Rakshasa climbing the wall. Extra bones had grown on her body and could be pulled out to be used as weapons.

As for the strategist, he was slacking off. He just thought the girl was pretty and had a great personality, and since they were there to protect each other, there was no need to make things so awkward.

But there are others who will make things even more awkward.

As X-23 rapidly approached Rakshasa, a red beam of light descended from the sky and struck her, blasting her to the ground. Realizing what had happened, Gambit snapped his fingers, and a crystal flew out from nowhere, opening a portal and taking X-23 away.

"Take us away, Blink. There's no need to get entangled with the X-Men. Actually, they're here to protect this beautiful lady too."

The King of Cards smiled slightly, completely unconcerned about possibly being scolded by his boss: "Let's come back when they've been beaten so badly by Ninglu they won't even recognize their own parents. Then they'll know we're not such bad people after all."

The Rakshasa woman, still clinging to the wall, looked up and saw the Black Hawk fighter jet, as well as her long-lost companions after opening the hatch.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Rakshasa." The leader, Laser Eyes, looked at the Rakshasa woman. "But you need protection."

Sorry for being a little late.

(End of this chapter)