Seeing the Soldiers timidly stop there, not daring to take another step, Zhou Yi's face showed a look of disdain.
If U.S. Soldiers were all of this caliber, it was no wonder they were called wastes who squandered taxpayers' money.
Besides Zhou Yi, the highest Officer of these Soldiers, General Stryker, also felt this way.
The incompetence of his Soldiers made him feel that his own reputation had suffered immense damage, especially when facing his most hated enemy in his life.
Shame and hatred surged into his heart, making him feel as if he were being burned alive.
"Continue, what are you hesitating for?
They are just a bunch of Mutant monsters, what's there to be afraid of?
Keep bombarding them, flatten that place for me!" he ordered viciously.
In the eyes of the Soldiers, orders were absolute.
They suppressed their unease and fear, reloaded, and fired another volley towards the Mansion.
However, everything was just as before.
The Rocket projectiles vanished into thin air, turning into a Fire and disappearing without a trace.
"Officer, something is not right.
Shouldn't we think of another way?" the adjutant cautiously suggested.
At this point, anyone with eyes could see that this method of attack served no purpose other than wasting ammunition.
"Don't stop the firepower.
Have the Soldiers attack from other directions, and the helicopters attack from above.
Also, bring up the armored vehicles." Stryker began launching attacks regardless of cost.
For him, this was one of the most crucial parts of his plan.
To ensure this part went without a hitch, any price, no matter how expensive, was acceptable.
Under his command, armed helicopters began to take off and advance towards Xavier's Mansion.
Armored vehicles and tanks also moved towards the location.
Rocket projectiles were fired almost without a pause.
Soldiers, under the cover of night, infiltrated other parts of the Mansion.
Almost instantly, the area became a modern battlefield.
While Zhou Yi continued to use his force field to nullify the barrage of Rocket projectiles, he held a recently detached stair post and hurled it at an armed helicopter that had flown into the battlefield.
The power of the stair post in his hand far exceeded that of a jihadist organization's PG Rocket, and the armed helicopter didn't even have a chance to dodge before it became a twisted pile of scrap metal in mid-air.
Twisted and deformed scrap metal naturally couldn't continue flying with propellers, so when it crashed to the ground, Zhou Yi was not surprised at all.
This was just one of his small tricks, and using such methods to stall for time was the best choice.
Moreover, from any perspective, trading a few pieces of wood, worth at most a few tens of U.S. dollars, for a pile of helicopters worth millions of dollars was an incredibly profitable business.
Watching one aircraft after another fall, Zhou Yi even felt like he was playing whack-a-mole.
Of course, the cost was quite high.
However, he didn't have to pay that expensive price at all.
Just as he was having a great time, Logan's voice came from behind him.
"The Children have been moved through the secret passage.
Now it's just us.
What do you want to do?"
"Of course, we're leaving here.
Do you want to play games with these Soldiers all night?
I don't have that much free time." After glancing at the general with an extremely grim expression behind the Soldiers' position, Zhou Yi quipped, "Maybe if we keep playing like this, that general will be unable to resist using the big guns on us."
Logan glanced at the scene outside the window, and when he saw the wreckage of the aircraft and armored vehicles, his pupils constricted.
"Has the U.S. Government decided to go to war?"
"Of course not yet, you have to trust my connections.
This is just that kind of restless fellow.
With someone above holding things down, the President can't possibly sign an order at this time." After calming Wolverine's nervous nerves, Zhou Yi tossed a wooden ball in his hand, which was an ornament from the stair railing.
"Let's go, pal.
We still have a lot to do, but first, I need to send off this last gift."
With that, he aimed at the general in the opposing position, made a baseball throwing motion, and directly launched this final, deadly weapon.
This was a full-power throw, and compared to the previous playful antics, this was what Zhou Yi truly considered an offensive method.
The wooden sphere instantly ignited with flickering Fire, and the heat generated by friction with the air easily set its body ablaze.
This caused it to continuously diminish during its trajectory, but relative to the distance to the target, it would destroy the target's body before being completely consumed by friction.
General Stryker stared dumbfounded at the fireball flying towards him, its lightning-fast speed giving him no chance to dodge.
After seeing the tragic state of the helicopter and jeep, he didn't believe his body could withstand such an attack.
Therefore, a fear of Death completely enveloped him.
Is my career, my revenge, going to end like this?
In such a situation, what he thought of in his mind was still the revenge he had pursued his entire life.
This situation, it must be said, was very tragic.
Perhaps the God of Destiny favored this pathetic man, for in the most improbable circumstances, someone pushed him aside, taking the fatal blow for him.
It was a woman in a black leather outfit who had been standing behind him, guarding him.
At the critical moment, she pushed Stryker away, using her body to block the incoming fireball.
The immense impact sent her flying through the air.
Her seemingly delicate body was thrown over ten meters, directly smashing a military jeep completely through.
Debris flew, injuring many Soldiers and once again increasing the workload of the already busy medical Officers.
However, the woman who bore the brunt of the attack stood up with an incredible composure.
The fatal projectile seemed to have no effect on her.
She even walked out of a pile of wreckage without any change in her expression, and once again stood indifferently behind Stryker.
Stryker climbed up from the ground and glanced at the woman.
Her delicate face, characteristic of an East Asian, showed no expression at all.
Through the torn parts of her leather outfit, one could see rolled-back flesh and huge wounds.
But these were not problems for her, because these wounds were healing at a visible speed.
Soon, only a patch of delicate White skin remained.
If one hadn't seen her terrible state just now, one would hardly believe she had suffered a fatal injury.
"Well done, Yuriko.
What a good Child!" The somewhat disheveled Stryker praised her with a gloomy face, then once again turned his gaze towards Xavier's Mansion.
That was where his concern lay.
Hearing Stryker's words, the Asian woman named Yuriko tilted her head slightly, appearing somewhat bewildered.
A moment later, she suddenly frowned and looked down at her abdomen.
There, a torn piece of flesh was rapidly healing.
Perhaps in not too long, it would be restored to its original state, just like her other wounds.
But she felt a slight discomfort.
So she extended a hand, and five sharp nails rapidly extended, instantly transforming into five half-inch long adamantium claws.
The familiar metallic luster, with just a glance, was unmistakably that of adamantium.
After wiggling her fingers a few times to loosen them up, the woman named Yuriko directly plunged her claws into her abdomen.
The adamantium claws easily tore through skin and muscle, allowing her to reach deep into her abdomen.
There were some of the most vital organs in the human body, as well as the spine that supported her body.
Yuriko, grimacing in pain as the claws scraped against her internal organs, fumbled around.
Soon, her brow twitched, and she let out a low growl.
She withdrew her claws from her abdomen.
And in her claws, she held a crimson object.
It was a somewhat damaged hard object.
On its blood-soaked surface, blurry wooden textures could be seen, and of course, more prominent were the charred marks.
But this was not the most striking feature; the most striking was a distinct mark imprinted on the wooden texture.
The segmented indentations looked very consistent with the protrusions on a spine.
And the fact was, this piece of wood was something Yuriko had removed from her own spine.
The discomfort she felt was precisely due to its presence.
To withstand such a heavy blow with a human body, even hitting the spine, without any impact, already demonstrated terrifying vitality and defense.
Clearly, there must be an inevitable connection between this woman named Yuriko and the Mutant named Logan.
Zhou Yi, who had been watching the scene, scanned Yuriko's body, then looked back at his companion.
"Logan, do you have a sister?"
"Damn it, what are you talking about?
I have amnesia, didn't you know?" This sudden question made Logan's mind a bit muddled.
He didn't even know what connection everything happening here had with whether he had a sister.
"Never mind, let's leave here first.
I'll tell you in detail when we get back!" Patting Logan's shoulder, Zhou Yi led the way out.
Since the Mutant students had all been transferred, there was no need for them to stay here.
It was just a Mansion; as long as Professor Charles was still around, it would always belong to the Mutants.
Stryker stared stiffly at Xavier's Mansion, which had given him too many surprises.
If he hadn't arranged for guards, perhaps everything he had would have gone to waste.
That would have been a huge joke, both for him and for those standing behind him.
He waited anxiously, hoping his subordinates would bring him some good news.
And indeed, his luck was good today.
Soon, his adjutant returned to his side, reporting with a joyful expression.
"General, we have occupied the place!
Everything went very smoothly!"
Stryker's face moved, and he quickly pressed.
"Did you find those Mutants, and did you find the fellow who has been hindering us?"
"Sorry, General!" The adjutant's face froze, revealing a troubled expression.
"The information from the front is that they only occupied the place and did not find any Mutants.
Also, they found the remains of the advance party!"
"Damn it!" Stryker roared.
Paying such a huge price and not even catching a single Mutant was the most ruthless irony.
Just thinking about it made him feel a violent thought assaulting his mind.
However, as far as the plan was concerned, this could not affect him in any way.
"You can't escape my grasp!" Looking at the gloomy Xavier's Mansion, the man who had been consumed by revenge his entire life revealed a look of satisfaction.