Chapter 98

Now they still foolishly plan to kill the Beast and Mystique, whom they sent to investigate, do they really think the two mutant leaders are senile? Once the Beast and Mystique lose contact, within a week, a large army of mutants will come to eliminate this insignificant Brand Corporation.

Perhaps even now, the powerful backup of the mutant forces is already on its way.

Ihmil cautiously took a step forward, his eyes slowly narrowing, and a faint green ghostly flame gradually emerged. Although he had become more cold-hearted after his resurrection, he still couldn't bear to watch others die in front of him, especially the characters from the movie, which was his only connection to his past life.

He wandered around the underground research hall of the Brand Corporation, and even the strictest security couldn't defend against an intangible ghost.

Two guards hidden in the dark held their guns in alert, and Ihmil waved in front of them, wiggled his hips, and made a face, but it didn't move these two very serious security guards at all.

"Absolutely a sham..." Ihmil pointed at these two solemn fools and passed right through their bodies.

One guard secretly drew a breath, feeling a sudden chill all over his body, as if cold water had been poured over his head.

The chill came and went quickly. He looked at his companion, who seemed unaffected, and tilted his head, wondering if he had caught a chill. How strange, to catch a chill in a well-heated underground research hall?

Ihmil explored the research hall for about five minutes and found a hidden door in the darkest corner.

Although there were no guards at the door, the security door looked very high-tech.

Needless to say, this must be a critical area.

Ihmil sneered and laughed softly, "Spending so much money on such a good security door, what a waste of effort." But unfortunately, in front of Ihmil's ghostly form, no matter how advanced the security products were, they were as good as nothing.

He slipped into the security door like a fish. Under the computer motherboard outside the security door, there was a yellow crystal object. Ihmil pursed his lips, recognizing it as the latest laser lock.

To open this 20-centimeter thick hidden door safely, a specific laser key must emit a series of laser beams of different wavelengths at the crystal. The level of security used by S.H.I.E.L.D. was no better than this.

Behind the security door was a secret room, with test tubes standing like in a sci-fi movie, each containing a mutant's corpse preserved in formaldehyde.

There were also various legal and illegal high-profit products piled up here, indicating that this was the private research and development warehouse of the Brand Corporation. However, these had nothing to do with Ihmil.

He didn't care how many mutants Herbert had dissected; after all, these guys didn't even appear in the movie, so Ihmil simply ignored them as extras.

At the back of the warehouse was a sturdy military elevator, the kind often used in nuclear shelters.

Ihmil floated up the elevator shaft and found himself on the floor above the research hall. This was a low-ceilinged mezzanine, and from the surrounding instruments and equipment, it was clear that this was the power supply for the research facility below.

Any relatively secret department usually has such independent power generation facilities to prevent targeted attacks and destruction from the outside.

When Herbert set up this power mezzanine, he certainly didn't expect someone to silently breach his security and reach this critical area. Ihmil raised his eyebrows and smiled happily, "What good luck, I actually found the power room. It seems I don't need to do anything; just cut the power here, and those mutants can take advantage of the chaos to escape."

Mutants are not weak and helpless people; their combined fighting power is not something the Brand Corporation can easily resist.

The next thing to consider was how to destroy all the generators at the same time.

Due to the need to consider faults and power loads, the entire floor was equipped with power generation facilities. It could even be said that the power for the large industrial park on the ground was also supplied from here.

If the generators were destroyed one by one, the Brand Corporation would easily notice something was wrong. Unless all power sources could be cut off instantly, causing the entire Brand Corporation headquarters to shut down, the Beast and Mystique would have a chance to escape.

As Ihmil materialized and started tapping on the generators, studying how to destroy them, he suddenly sensed something was wrong. In this dark mezzanine, an extremely dangerous aura had spread...

Yes, and this dangerous aura had already surrounded him, like being stalked by a jaguar in the jungle.

He had become the prey...

The mezzanine was filled with shadows, making it difficult to detect any intruders. The ghostly flames in Ihmil's eyes allowed him to see the operating power generation equipment, but he couldn't see the "hunter" hidden in the shadows.

If it were an ordinary person, even the bravest would tremble with fear when surrounded by such a tangible aura of death. But after a moment of shock, Ihmil remained calm and invisible.

Only two ghostly eyes, glowing faintly in the dark air, remained clearly visible.

"Someone has entered, are they one of Kingpin's men or a Brand Corporation employee?" A low, muffled voice came from the rows of power generation equipment: "No, that's not right, it's a mutant..."

The voice sounded familiar to Ihmil.

But before he could identify it, the voice in the shadows suddenly became much louder: "Young mutant, whatever your intentions, this is my hunting ground. If you don't want to be my enemy, leave immediately."

When the voice first sounded, it was still several meters away, but by the time the words ended, it was already behind Ihmil. Ihmil, who was invisible, could feel the bone-chilling cold from behind him, a threat from some sharp weapon.

But for a ghost with an intangible form, even the sharpest weapon was just a joke. Moreover, Ihmil敏锐地发现，潜伏在他身后的入侵者也同样忌惮。

Ihmil's carefully created eerie atmosphere was not in vain; in such a strange situation, the bizarre often means danger. The intruder was breathing heavily, the Adamantium claws on his hands opening and closing, showing impatience.

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