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While Coulson was on the phone reporting the situation, Tony went to the workshop to remove his Iron Man suit and asked George,
"When are we striking?"
"If possible, let's act tomorrow."
Since they had decided to take the offensive, the sooner, the better.
"Great. I'll add some new weapons to the suit tonight."
Tony nodded; he had a few days before the press conference, so he had time.
Also, after seeing Wolverine's fighting style with his claws, Tony thought it was impressive. He planned to install a set of alloy claws on his suit tonight for close-quarters combat.
Moreover, he could add modules that delivered electrical shocks to incapacitate nerves, particularly effective against mutants like Wolverine, who could resist regular weaponry.
Meanwhile, after finishing his call, Coulson organized his handgun and spare magazines.
However, as he sorted them, he was taken aback. He noticed something highly unusual.
His magazines had not lost a single bullet, and he hadn't used a single spare magazine.
"What… is going on here?"
If he hadn't fired a shot at the mansion, it would be reasonable for the bullets to remain intact. But before that, he had taken out numerous enemies single-handedly.
As a senior agent, his instincts told him that something was definitely off about the previous fight.
Upon returning to the mansion, Coulson found that George was already gone.
To avoid raising suspicions, he didn't ask any further questions, deciding to investigate later.
The next day, the X-Jet was once again invisibly hovering over Tony's mansion.
This time, in addition to Wolverine, George had brought along Caliban.
He suspected that the base of the organization led by Lais had likely produced new clones of mutants. Bringing Caliban along would allow them to gauge the number of clones before they launched their attack, giving them a psychological edge.
"I can't believe such an old aircraft has this kind of performance and even features an invisibility device. It seems there was quite a talented technician among you X-Men back in the day."
As Tony flew into the jet, he removed his helmet and surveyed the interior, a look of admiration crossing his face.
The person who invented such an advanced aircraft in that era was undoubtedly a genius.
Tony didn't hold much reverence for powerful individuals like George and Wolverine, but he did have a certain respect for those who achieved advancements in technology.
At the same time, he pondered whether to add an invisibility function to his suit in future upgrades but quickly dismissed the idea.
If he added invisibility, it would mean moving stealthily, which wasn't his style.
"He's called Beast; he's definitely a clever guy," Wolverine remarked, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
Just then, George approached, briefly introduced Caliban, and began discussing combat strategies.
"I suspect Lais might clone a version of Magneto. Until we know the capabilities of the clone, you two should hold back to avoid being targeted.
I'll take the lead; you provide support."
Tony's Iron Man suit and Logan's adamantium body were severely hindered by Magneto's abilities. If a clone of Magneto existed, Tony would need to eliminate it first for the two of them to fight effectively.
"Last night, I considered the issue you raised, so I've added special non-metallic bullets to the suit for long-range sniping support.
Actually, I have a plan."
Although he was helping, Tony wasn't the type to be commanded in battle, and he had his own ideas about the upcoming fight.
After hearing Tony's battle strategy, George didn't counter it but made a few suggestions in areas where Tony lacked information, indicating some flaws in the strategy.
He was a magician, not a strategist.
Since Tony was skilled at formulating combat plans and George felt that Tony's plan was indeed better than his own, he had no reason to refuse.
As long as they achieved their objective, George thought it didn't matter who developed the plan.
He harbored no sense of personal heroism and disliked showing off or being ostentatious. If he ever did, it would certainly be for a specific purpose.
"If you agree, then it's settled. By the way, you still haven't told me where their headquarters is?"
Seeing his plan accepted by George, Tony's face lit up with satisfaction; he truly was the brains of the team this time.
However, the next moment, his expression froze.
"I don't know right now."
George smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"What? We're about to set out, and you're telling me you don't know where the enemy is?"
Tony looked at George in disbelief.
"You can't be joking with me, right?"
"I don't know now, but I will shortly. I have a way to track their location."
After saying this, George walked to the co-pilot's seat and began casting a tracking spell.
"Direction revealed!"
As the incantation concluded, a golden arrow composed of shimmering powder appeared before George.
Following the arrow's direction, Isha adjusted the X-Jet's course and accelerated to maximum speed.
Tony, sitting in the cabin, couldn't help but exclaim as he looked at the golden arrow in front of George:
"Do all you mutants have so many superpowers?"
If he remembered correctly, the materials he'd read about mutants indicated that typically a mutant would awaken only one ability, with two being extremely rare.
Yet, it seemed that George had demonstrated five or six abilities.
"He's an exception. Aside from one mute guy, this is the first time I've seen a mutant with so many powers," Wolverine said, shrugging. Sometimes he wondered if Dr. Lais had somehow fused the abilities of every mutant in history into George.
Meanwhile, above a large base rooftop in the northwestern Yucatán Peninsula of Mexico, a helicopter slowly descended.
"Hello, the beautiful Mrs. Natalie. I'm Sandel Lais from the Acryli Gene Company. You're even more stunning than the rumors suggested!"
Sandel Lais gazed at the almost perfect figure of the red-haired beauty stepping down from the helicopter, his eyes lighting up in genuine admiration as he stepped forward to compliment her graciously.
As the owner of the Acryli Gene Company, he had encountered many beautiful women, but today, Mrs. Natalie truly felt different.
Every smile and glance seemed to carry a unique charm, instilling a sense of desire to conquer her—she was undoubtedly a top-tier beauty.
Moreover, her status as a woman set her apart from ordinary decorative types.
The woman's name was Natalie Vojanova, and her husband, Oakley, was one of the largest suppliers of raw materials to his gene company, but he had died unexpectedly a month ago.
Somehow, this remarkable Natalie had managed to secure all of her husband's estate for herself.
What was most shocking was that she had been married to Oakley for less than a week.
(End of Chapter)