“Namor?”

When she heard Lingdie say this name, a memory quickly emerged in Meilin's mind.

This is not the first time he heard this name. When the first messenger of the Inhuman race, Cui Tan, who could control water, left the earth, he said that he had made a friend on the earth. He said that the guy was named Namo and claimed to be the King of the Seven Seas.

Merlin remembers this deeply because Namo sent his pet, a pure white shark, to send Choi Tan back to the coast.

At that time, Ineman said that Namo was preparing for a global trip... Well, now it seems that the trip of the King of the Seven Seas may have ended in the Mexican waters.

Of course, when thinking of Namo, Merlin will instinctively remember Arthur, who still lives with his father in Port Tsen, Maine, and Vico, a person underwater in Atlantis, once told Merlin that Arthur may become the King of the Seven Seas in the future.

But Arthur should be just 20 years old this year, and Namo, who has never been concealed with Merlin... he knows how old this guy is.

"From your expression, should you know him?"

Lingbutterfly leaning against the head of the bed looked at Meilin's expression, and she said:

"You can tell me that Namo is not an ordinary person. Did I lose unjustly?"

"I just heard of his name."

Meilin reached out to touch Lingdie's hair, and he said:

"He is an Atlantis native. He was an extraordinary creature when he was born. He should still be a royal family. He has excellent bloodlines and strong strength. It is not unfair to lose. But I think you shouldn't be so embarrassed. Even if you can't beat it, can't you escape?"

"My abilities have been unstable in recent years, genius."

Lingdie rolled her eyes and said to Meilin:

"Don't forget, when I went to Canada to help you, I was also hit by that damn weird energy."

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault."

Meilin comforted Lingdie. He stood up and helped Lingdie to lie on the bed. He said to Lingdie:

"You should rest here obediently. I'll ask the guys who were caught by Clark to see what information they can get from them."

Lingdie nodded, and she grabbed the quilt, like a injured little girl. When Meilin turned around and left, Lingdie suddenly asked:

"Little man..."

"Um?"

Meilin turned her head and looked at her. Lingdie blinked her beautiful eyes, and she asked:

"Are you going to help me breathe?"

"certainly."

Merlin pushed his glasses and said seriously:

"Someone bullies my good friends and seems to be doing some very bad things. I have to teach them a lesson in both public and private."

"Oh, so are we just good friends now?"

Lingdie gently lifted the quilt and deliberately exposed her slender legs. She whispered:

"Don't you want to go further? Look, little man, I'm very weak now. No matter what you want to do, I can't resist..."

"Be good, have a good rest."

Meilin's eyes stayed on Lingdie's perfect leg for a moment. He waved his fingers and closed the lifted quilt again. He said to Lingdie:

"We have passed that stage, and I am now in love and debt..."

"whispering sound"

Lingdie snorted disdainfully, she closed her eyes and waved:

"Go and go, this queen is going to rest."

"So goodbye, your majesty."

Meilin also cooperated very well, bent down to salute in an exaggerated manner, and then quietly exited from the bedroom. The moment the door was closed, Lingdie opened her eyes and looked blankly at the ceiling. She grabbed her hair with some annoyance, and she said:

"Damn... Am I single for too long? Now I can see that guy Merlin is so handsome..."

"Well, illusion, this must be an illusion. It must be because I was too sensitive after being injured. Well, just take a nap."

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"Bang"

Merlin pushed open the bathroom door and looked at the three ladies who were knocked unconscious by Clark in the bathroom and tied up in the bathtub, as well as the men who were thrown aside in a row.

Well, Clark is indeed a gentleman and can't attack women. Compared with the men who were beaten very badly, the three girls were basically not injured.

Alas, women are really born to be treated preferentially.

"Hey, stop pretending to be asleep, wake up!"

Merlin clapped his hands and said to the three strange mutants who had woken up long ago but couldn't break free from the banned demon lock:

"I have something to ask you."

His fingers were moving, like a puppet controlling the thread lift. As the black fog extended to it, the bodies of the three prisoners were taken over. They stood up stiffly and followed Merlin out of the bathroom.

Merlin sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at the three people in front of him.

They were wearing black combat uniforms with the same style, and there was an exaggerated "x" logo on the belt of the combat uniform. It seemed that the mastermind behind these mutants was deliberately imitating the X-Men. These three young girls, even their hairstyles and decorations were imitating the long-standing X-Men.

"Fake Storm Girl, Fake White Queen, and Fake... Well, girl, who are you imitating?"

Merlin looked at the last girl, and he really couldn't recognize which X-Men the short-haired girl was imitating.

After all, there are a lot of X-Men, and not everyone has seen Merlin.

Faced with Merlin's problem, the last girl seemed very embarrassed and whispered:

"Demonic Girl."

"Oh, Riven."

Merlin nodded, playing with a cigarette, he said:

"No wonder you have such a lack of presence, but you obviously have not imitated it properly, or your understanding of your power is too shallow, but this has nothing to do with me. I don't care whether you can fight, and I don't care who you are... I want the secrets in your mind, because you hurt my friends, so I advise you to tell them yourself."

He pushed his glasses, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he said:

"Don't let me do it myself...that hurts."

The three girls look at me, I look at you. They look very young and have insufficient experience in dealing with the scene in front of them. They are also controlled by the black fog and cannot perform any self-protection behavior, which makes them very scared.

Yes, there is uncovered fear in their eyes.

Oh my God, they are still a group of real children, not qualified warriors at all.

"Tell me, who sent you to ambush the spirit butterfly?"

Merlin asked.

The fake storm girl looked at Meilin in fear, and she whispered:

"We received the order, but we didn't know who the order came from. We were just test subjects... In the 'home', test subjects were not qualified to ask more questions."

"Maybe Namo knows."

The fake White Queen standing beside her also spoke:

"He is different from us. He is a real warrior. He is responsible for training us. He leads every test subject."

"Testing Products..."

Merlin savored the word, and after a few seconds he looked up and looked at the three young men in front of him, he said:

"What are your names?"

"My name is...No. 17."

The fake storm girl whispered:

"This is the code name they gave me, my real name...I almost forgot, it should be... Zophie?"

"I'm No. 29."

The fake White Queen said expressionlessly:

"The first 28 White Queen genetic tests failed. I was the only one who succeeded in the mutation, but I don't think it's a blessing."

"I...I'm No. 51."

The fake magic-shaped woman with a low presence looked at Meilin in fear, and she said at a loss:

"I left the lab 5 days ago. This is my first time on a mission. I didn't hurt your friend. I swear, it was all done by Namo. We are just responsible for bringing her back to the 'home'."

"Um."

Merlin nodded. Although these girls only said a few words, he was able to basically outline the prototype of the matter.

This matter is more complicated than he thought. From the numbers of these test subjects, it can be seen that in Mexico, an unknown institution is mass-producing mutant warriors using the gene template of the X-Men.

The good news is that their experiments are not 100% successful, and the bad news is that if the institution has existed for a long time, the number of mutant warriors in their hands should have been quite amazing.

"Ah, it's an illegal private biological experiment, and another group of hidden ambitions."
To be continued...