Life with superheroes

Mike clenched his fists, groaned, and turned his head to Azazel and said "Hey, do me a favour and take away the one who has the power to open space doors. I have some unfinished business with Stryker."

The Red Devil nodded silently. In a flash, his body vanished, leaving behind a trail of red mist.

Moments later, he appeared in front of the mutant known to be the Space User. As the mutant swung a punch at him, the Red Devil easily dodged, pressed a hand to his shoulder, and with another flash of red mist, they both disappeared.

'This Space User's powers aren't nearly as convenient as the Red Devil's,' Mike thought with a sigh as he walked towards Stryker, smiling. "Now it's just the two of us. Happy?"

'Happy?' Stryker was drenched in sweat. Step by step, he retreated, as he said "Whoever you are, I've never seen you before. We don't have any reason to hate each other. Whatever you want, I'll agree to it."

Mike sneered, "No grudge, huh? Your men tried to kill my son."

Stryker furrowed his brows as he said. "That wasn't my order. He acted on his own. It has nothing to do with me."

"Hah!" Mike's sneer grew colder. "You blew up our home and tried to kill us too."

"It wasn't me I didn't give that order. Agent Zero did it on his own!" Stryker's mind raced. Damn that idiot Agent Zero!

"I'll compensate you!" Stryker offered, measuring Mike with squinted eyes.

Mike paused. "How much?"

Hearing Mike's words, Stryker's eyes flashed. 'At least he's talking.' "Name your price."

"Ten billion."

"Are you Joking?!" Stryker looked at him with a scowl on his face.

Mike's expression turned icy. "Why? Do you think the lives of my son and I aren't worth that much?"

Stryker took a deep breath and said, "Maybe your son and you are worth this much but I certainly don't have this much money on me right now, you will have to give me some time to collect that much money."

[A/N: Sorry for disturbance but this is necessary, now, many will think what an absurd amount it is, and you are right, it is an absurd amount, Mike just quoted, he doesn't want the money, and Stryker just to be free of his current circumstances said that he will give him that much money.]

Mike nodded thoughtfully. Just as Stryker exhaled in relief, Mike said, "Sorry, I'm not willing to wait."

Before Stryker could react, a dagger appeared in Mike's hand. In one swift motion, Mike slashed his neck and stabbed the blade into his heart.

"You do not even have 10 billion, and you want to negotiate? Besides, our lives are worth far more than that," Mike muttered, spitting at the corpse.

Boom! Boom!

The ground shook violently as two figures clashed, shattering the building like fragile glass. Dust and debris filled the air.

The battle between Mister Sinister and the Dark Emperor raged on.

"I'll just stay out of that," Mike whispered before turning to face another fight in the distance, where red beams occasionally shot into the sky. Without hesitation, Mike dashed towards Logan.

The fight between Logan and Weapon XI was brutal, with cold metal and hot blood splattering in every direction. Logan had been escorting the rescued mutants out when Weapon XI blocked his path. Logan had no choice but to stay behind and confront him.

As the battle dragged on, it became a one-sided fight. Weapon XI kept revealing new abilities: an adamantium blade, rapid healing, teleportation, laser beams, and exceptional combat skills.

Logan, battered and bruised, cursed under his breath, "Stryker, you son of a bitch. What kind of monster have you created?"

Suddenly, Weapon XI's eyes emitted two red beams. Logan darted away, but the beams followed, knocking him to the ground. Before he could recover, Weapon XI's twin blades stabbed into Logan's chest, and he screamed as he fell.

Weapon XI raised his weapon, aiming for Logan's neck. Lying on the ground, Logan remained calm. 'I'll feel the pain, but my adamantium-covered bones won't let him decapitate me,' he thought. 'I've been through this before.'

Just as Weapon XI's blade began to fall, a sharp humming sound pierced the air.

"Sniper! Shoot him!"

A metallic clash echoed as Weapon XI's crossed the adamantium blades blocking the attack, but the force still pushed him back several metres. Weapon XI instantly teleported behind Mike, slashing down. Mike, prepared for the move, quickly activated the stopwatch in his hand.

A golden light enveloped Mike, turning him into a shimmering figure.

Though he was still visible, Weapon XI's blade passed through him as though he wasn't there. Weapon XI, unfazed, continued swinging his blade, trying to land a hit.

"Asshole!" Logan growled, charging in with his claws slashing.

Weapon XI blocked the attack, his eyes glowing with crimson light as he aimed at Logan.

Startled, Logan kicked Weapon XI, but he vanished and reappeared elsewhere.

As the golden light around Mike faded, he discarded the stopwatch and the magic gun. With a flick of his wrist, several cards appeared in his hand.

"Logan, put your claws away and use this!" Mike tossed two knives to Logan while materialising another stopwatch for himself.

Logan raised an eyebrow. "What's so special about these?"

Mike quickly responded, "You'll see. Just follow my lead and repeat the phrase that I shout."

Weapon XI shifted its attention back to them. Mike's eyes glinted as he shouted, "Face ahead, Wabisuke!"

Logan, though unsure, mimicked Mike. "Face ahead, Wabisuke!"

As they chanted, the knives in their hands transformed. The slightly curved blades bent at a right angle, resembling hooked fish hooks.

"What the hell is this?" Logan grumbled. "What good is this?"

"Don't ask! Just use it!" Mike warned as Weapon XI reappeared in front of them.

"Ding!"

Weapon XI blocked the attack, but Mike wasn't disheartened—he smiled.

As the fight continued, Weapon XI darted around like a ghost, launching a flurry of attacks. When Mike couldn't block them with his Zanpakutō, he used his stopwatch to evade.

Schink!

Logan risked everything, allowing Weapon XI's blade to pierce his body as he struck with the strange hooked blade.

A deep cut formed on Weapon XI, and to Logan's surprise, the enemy's speed began to slow.

"So this is what this weird knife does?" Logan muttered, grinning. He began attacking ferociously, knowing that even if he took hits, he could now land his own.

[A/N: Do tell me if the phrase is wrong for Wabisuke, in the Chinese version it was different and even I do not remember the exact words really well.]

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