Yuriko's story was not complicated.
On the way to the warehouse, Professor Hawkins took only a few minutes to explain everything to Saber.
"Yuriko's full name is Yuriko Koyama. Her father, Professor Koyama, was a famous biologist after the war. It is said that he served the Japanese army during World War II. Logan participated in the Southeast Asian battlefield and was captured by the Japanese. It was during that time that her father studied Logan's self-healing ability."
When Seiber opened the warehouse door, Storyteller Hawkins' face turned gloomy. "It is said that the Japanese army did learn something from Logan. Among the 'super soldier' projects carried out by various countries during that period, it was considered one of the fastest. They called it 'Mirakuru', but before their technology was fully developed, World War II ended."
"As far as I know, the only successful super soldier was our Captain America, Steve Rogers. Unfortunately, he also died in the final battle against the Nazis. After the war, Professor Koyama did not stop his research on Logan's genes. However, he did not have the support of the government, so he could only conduct his research in secret …"
"His daughter was his final test subject, right?"
Saber walked out of the warehouse with an exquisite mold. He had a strange smile on his face. He said to Hawkins, "I'm guessing that the bastard named Koyama, who modified his daughter, died in the end. He died in the hands of Yuriko, right?"
"How, how do you know?"
Hawkins looked at Saber in confusion. The latter carried the mold on his shoulder and whispered, "There is always a price.
"Every power has a price … With the child's willpower, it is impossible to stop the invasion of the beast's perception. If that bastard's transplant experiment is successful, Yuriko, who has become a beast, can easily kill him."
What he said was true. Even with Saber's willpower, after the first time he devoured the saber-toothed tiger's ability, he fell into a frenzied state that lasted for several days during the bloody night in Gotham. It was definitely not as easy as it seemed to be on the surface.
"Then how did she come to the United States?"
Saber continued to ask. Professor Hawkins rubbed his forehead and said, "She was brought back by Stryker four years ago. At that time, I had just arrived here. One day, Stryker disappeared for three days. When he came back, Yuriko was already with him."
"She is number one … number one of the Weapon X Project."
The professor simply told Saber everything he knew. Now that he was just a prisoner, it was naturally the best result not to anger him.
"Her body has Logan's self-healing properties, but Dr. Koyama's rough transplant, her internal organs were damaged. So after her arrival, Stryker filled her abdomen with a life-support system to maintain her life. He also injected her arms with adamia alloy alloy."
The professor glanced in the direction of Yuriko who was bound and shook his head.
"That's why I said that she is just a poor person. In order to control her, Stryker will regularly inject her with a special inhibitor. That's why you see her like a combat weapon, because her thinking activities are suppressed to the minimum, and even her sense of pain is suppressed to the minimum."
Saber's forward speed slowed down. He looked back at Hawkins.
"Can you unlock this inhibitor?"
Hawkins shook his head.
"Unfortunately, Stryker listed it as top secret. I haven't even seen the real thing, let alone unlock it. And I suspect that Stryker may have also tampered with the mechanical system in her abdomen. Such a sophisticated combat machine, with his character, it is impossible to set a weakness so easily."
"Oh …"
Saber nodded and strode forward.
"That is to say, as long as Stryker is killed, everything will be solved, right?"
Hawkins choked and couldn't speak for a long time, but he had to admit that Saber's rough approach was indeed the best way to solve the problem at present, and it was also in line with Saber's character. Especially after seeing the scarlet flash in his eyes, Hawkins stopped talking.
Once such a person made up his mind, it was impossible to change his mind. Most importantly, with his current status, he had no reason to persuade Seiber. He still had a favor to ask of him. Most importantly, as an old man, Hawkins could easily tell that Seiber was still looking at him with a hint of killing intent hidden in his eyes.
He didn't trust him.
A few minutes later, at the place where Logan had injected the adamantium, the mold for the straight blade knife was placed on the temporary test bench. It was fixed with a vise and a chain. Professor Hawkins was on the second floor, operating the partially destroyed equipment.
It was impossible for Stryker to leave this thing to Seb, but he didn't destroy it completely. After simply repairing the broken probe, he was barely able to complete the work of reversing the mold. Without adding cooling liquid, it would take about 10 minutes for the adamantium to completely cool from a liquid state to a solid state. This period of time was enough for the sharpening and second processing of the straight edge knife.
Saber put the probe on the bevel of the mold and then left the rest of the work to Hawkins. A 60-year-old, powerless old professor, with a few young mutants standing around him with vigilant eyes and weapons in their hands, he wouldn't disobey Saber on this matter.
Because he couldn't afford to pay the price.
Seiber took this opportunity to stroll into the living quarters that the soldiers used to live in. The children that were rescued were staying here. Even after interacting with Seiber for half a night, the children still didn't let down their guard against the ferocious Seiber.
However, after filling their stomachs, washing up, and changing into the spare clothes of the soldiers, they no longer felt as dispirited and hopeless as before. Seiber walked past the boys' dormitory and saw Santos sitting cross-legged on the bed alone, fiddling with the dagger in his hand with unfocused eyes. The boy who spoke first was silent now, as though he was deep in thought.
"Hey, kid, what are you thinking about?"
Santos was awakened by this lazy greeting. He turned his head and saw Saber leaning against the threshold with a cigar in his mouth. There was a faint red light in his narrowed eyes, which made Santos a little cautious and a little scared. He hurriedly got up from the bed and bowed his head.
"Uh, nothing … By the way, thank you for asking Hawkins to save my sister, Mr. Saber."
The boy raised his head and said to Saber very seriously.
"My sister and I owe you two lives!"
Saber waved his hand indifferently and beckoned to Santos.
"Come, come with me to stretch your body."
After that, he turned and left. After a few steps, he turned his head and said to Santos, "By the way, bring the dagger."
Without giving Santos a chance to refuse, the latter looked at Saber who was walking farther and farther away. He was stunned for a moment, then he took two daggers from the bed, put them in his arms, and trotted to catch up with Saber. The two finally walked into a spacious hall, where the soldiers gathered.
Saber stood in the bright light, stretched his arms, and looked at Santos, who was a little nervous. He reached out and took the cigar from the corner of his mouth and squinted at Santos.
"Have you killed someone before?"
This question seemed to have startled the young man. He subconsciously looked left and right, and when he realized that there was only him and Seiber around, he nodded his head.
"Well, when they rushed into our house, I killed a soldier …"
"You killed him with your ability?"
Saber asked again, and the latter nodded silently.
"Very good … If I'm not mistaken, a few hours ago, those soldiers were also killed by you, right?"
"Yes."
"Clap, Clap, Clap!"
Saber suddenly clapped his hands, attracting Santos' attention.
"You're not bad, kid … Back then, I only killed one person for the first time. Your first time, you killed a total of 28 well-trained soldiers. All of them had their throats slit. Although your technique was immature, I'm very curious, how did you do it?"
His voice was full of admiration. This was a treatment that Santos had never received since he awakened his ability. The latter was obviously at a loss because the praise was a bit strange.
Saber noticed this. He realized that the person in front of him was only a 16-year-old child after all, so he whistled and waved to Santos.
"Come, attack me!"
"What?"
Santos' eyes widened, then he heard Saber lowering his voice, "Attack me like you attacked those soldiers! Try to kill me! "
"No, I can't do it! I can't do it! "
Santos was frightened by this request. He took two steps back and shook his head.
"You're different from them, I can't do that!"
"Huh?"
Seiber furrowed his brows. "So you think that you can hurt me with your mediocre skills? You're very ambitious, boy! "
"No, it's not like that!"
Santos shook his head hurriedly, but Saber sneered and strode towards him.
"Since you're not coming, I'm coming!"
Santos raised his left fist, and his eyes widened to the extreme at this moment. He couldn't even catch Saber's movements. After feeling the whistling wind of the fist rushing towards his head, he subconsciously dodged to the side.
"Bang!"
A clear fist mark was imprinted on the spot where Santos' head was. The boy was so frightened by the punch that he collapsed to the ground. Panting, he looked up and saw Seiber's squinted eyes, the cigarette ash falling from the corner of his mouth, the red glow in his eyes, the fist mark on the wall, and the tremors on the ground. All of these shocked him to the core.
"Cheer up, boy … Next time, it will be your head that explodes!"
"Ah!"
Santos saw Saber raise his fist again. The cold shadow wrapped around his body, making Santos tremble all over.
He's going to kill him! He's really going to kill him! If I didn't dodge just now …
"Hum!"
The threat to his life triggered Santos's instinct. Under Syber's watchful gaze, his body turned into a cloud of gray smoke and dissipated beside Syber. He stood up and looked around. In less than five seconds, the entire hall was shrouded in a layer of gray mist. It was so gray that even the lights in the hall were dimmed.
He looked at the odorless smoke above his head. He took off the cigar from the corner of his mouth and sighed.
"The Creator loves you so much … Santos, you will become … become the strongest assassin in the world … no one can compare to you!"
"Hum!"
A dark wind blew behind his head. Saber's neck tilted slightly to the left, and a sharp blade grazed his hair. Saber's left hand clasped Santos's right wrist like a shadow and threw him over his shoulder. But the moment it left Saber's hand, the right wrist disappeared into the fog.
In this state of fog, Santos was almost immune to physical damage.
"Swoosh!"
The cigar at the corner of Saber's mouth was cut in half by the blade. He took a step back, and the fog in front of him calmed down again.
"You're so hard to deal with … Kid!"
He stretched out two fingers, threw the broken cigar aside, then clenched his fist and slid it in the air, making a cracking sound. "Again, I'm going to get serious!"
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