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Chapter 165

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With Saber's current strength, he could penetrate an ordinary steel plate with his bare hands. After activating the power of Devour, he could even tear apart a 150mm steel plate. Coupled with his S-Class self-healing ability, as long as it wasn't an instant death, he could be regarded as a humanoid tank.

If he was thrown into Gotham 3 years ago, there would be more than 200 gangsters who died on the Bloody Night. A large number of them were killed by The Devil Gang.

If it weren't for the hidden danger of the genetic chain collapse, Saber could even fight against Victor. Now, he had the strength to do so.

However, even if Saber was not at his peak state, to deal with a young man who was inexperienced and couldn't control his ability well, it was like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken.

Perhaps in the future, Santos would be able to fight against Saber, but that was in the future. Now, even if he had the ability that even Saber was envious of, he still couldn't fight against him head-on.

"Swoosh"

The sharp blade grazed Saber's hair. The latter's fists whistled through the air and dispersed the fog in front of him. The force carried by the blade suddenly weakened. Obviously, this blow had caused damage to Santos.

"The atomized body is immune to physical damage … but it's obvious that your control of the atomization is still weak."

Saber moved his fists, stood in the fog, and spoke with confidence.

"I'm guessing that if you can fully grasp your ability, you can even assassinate without revealing yourself. Unfortunately, you can't do it now."

"Bang"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned around and punched the dagger that was aimed at his back. The dagger was hit by a huge force and finally smashed into the steel wall on one side, creating a series of sparks. Santos also let out a muffled groan. The fog in the entire hall completely converged at this moment and finally swayed and converged into Santos' body.

His left wrist was bent at an abnormal angle. Obviously, Saber's blow caused great damage to the child. But the moment he appeared, Saber roared and rushed towards Santos. His steel-like left hand grabbed Santos' neck. The young man struggled violently. His body was about to vaporize, but he was pushed into the steel wall behind him.

"Bang"

This terrible impact made Santos' body go limp immediately. Blood even overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Saber tilted his head and retracted his hand. Looking at the child who fell to the ground, he squatted down and patted Santos' face.

"Are you afraid? What happened just now, are you afraid? "

Santos looked at Saber's gentle smile and nodded with difficulty. Saber's sudden attack just now really scared him. He subconsciously thought that Saber was going to kill him. Frankly, the crisis of death made his mind go blank.

"Very well, then remember this feeling."

Seiber stood up and took out two more cigars from his pocket. He put one in his mouth and put the other in Santos' mouth. He then lit it up in a relaxed manner.

"Cough cough"

Santos, who subconsciously took a deep breath, choked. He hurriedly took off the cigar. His wrist had recovered. For a mutated human like him, this kind of small injury recovered very quickly. This was the racial advantage of mutated humans.

"Hahahaha, boy."

Saber turned around with a laugh. He turned his head and glanced at Santos who stood up. "You want to protect your sister, right? But you can't do it now … You're too far away. "

"Don't forget the feeling just now, it can let you go further … That's the feeling of the weak, the feeling of being killed. If you want to protect something, you can't be weak … Your fangs are not sharp enough to make those who covet some evil thoughts fear you, just like a bastard like Stryker."

"The feeling of being imprisoned, you don't want to experience it a second time, do you?"

Saber smoked his cigar comfortably and strode out of the hall, while Santos stood silently. He reached out and picked up the dagger on the ground and put it in front of his eyes. Under the bright light, the dagger's blade shone with a cold light.

He was actually quite afraid of this kind of weapon, because he had used this kind of weapon to kill the soldier who shot a bullet into his father's body. He had even had nightmares for several days, but now, he suddenly felt that this cold light could calm his heart.

The mind of a teenager was like this … It could be as hard as steel, but it was also easy to be led in a strange direction.

Santos put the dagger into his pocket. He looked at the burning cigar on the ground. He leaned against the wall, picked up the cigar, looked at it a few times, then closed his eyes, put it in his mouth, took a deep breath like Saber, and then slowly exhaled.

"Fufu …"

Early in the morning the next day, Seber finished washing up. He was chewing on a cold sausage as he sat on the helipad above the Dam Base. An hour ago, Professor Charles called and told him that they were almost there.

In the biting cold wind, Saber closed his eyes slightly and leaned on the office chair he moved from Stryker's office in a very comfortable posture. He changed his clothes, which he found in Stryker's cabinet. He wore a dark wool shirt, trousers, leather shoes, and a well-made plush coat with a pair of military sunglasses. It was perfect.

There was also a straight blade with a scabbard beside Saber's leg. It was 1.2 meters long, silver in color, with a layer of black frosted material wrapped around the hilt and a rough handguard. Below it was a black scabbard made of high-quality steel, three-quarters of a palm wide. It looked like a cold work of art, but in fact, it weighed an amazing 30kg. If it weren't for the great increase in strength of Saber, he would definitely feel tired wielding such a heavy blade.

But for him now, the weight was just right for him.

The remaining 20kg of adamantium was made into some gadgets at Saber's request. They were put in Saber's coat in pieces. In other words, Saber carried 200 million US dollars with him.

In terms of cost alone, he could totally overlook Bruce now. He could just throw out his saber, and it would be enough to buy Bruce's armor, Batmobile, and other things.

But then again, how could Mr. Saber be so vulgar?

After finishing the sausage, he picked up a glass of Coke. As he drank, he looked at the sky around him. The moment he finished the Coke, his ears suddenly twitched, and he turned his head to look at the empty sky behind him.

Even though he couldn't see anything, he clearly heard a faint rumbling sound in the sky. It was still very far away, but as time passed, the sound grew louder and louder. The strangest thing was that even so, he still couldn't see anything.

"Strange …"

Saber stood up from the chair and picked up the blade beside his leg. He narrowed his eyes under the sunglasses. "High-tech stealth? Or … "

"Saber … Back off."

The gentle voice suddenly sounded in Saber's mind. He breathed a sigh of relief. It must be Professor Saber's doing.

He kicked the leather office chair down the waterfall and retreated to the edge of the large helipad. Three minutes later, an ear-piercing roar of the engine could be heard. The scorching air current blew Seiber's hair and clothes up, and the ground began to tremble. Obviously, something invisible had landed in a place where he couldn't see.

"Swoosh!"

A layer of light that was visible to the naked eye was pulsing with different colors. It fell along the surface of the light, and a huge black streamlined plane that almost occupied the entire tarmac appeared in front of Seiber. It was completely different from any plane that Seiber remembered. The sides of the plane were very thin, and the center of the plane was like a big black bird with its wings spread out. Even with Seiber's shallow understanding of aerodynamics, he could tell that this plane was definitely made for speed and stealth.

"Click!"

Before the small door at the bottom of the wing could be opened, a figure in a black trench coat jumped out from the metal cabin and dashed towards Seiber. Like a cannonball, the figure smashed into Seiber's arms.

Catherine hugged Saber's body tightly. Tears streamed down her face. Saber's expression was somewhat unnatural. He reached out and patted Catherine's trembling back. He didn't say anything. There was no need to say anything at this time.

Aurora, who was pushing Professor Saber out in a wheelchair, couldn't help but sigh when she saw this scene. Catherine was definitely a proper problem girl in the Xavier Academy, but Professor Saber favored her very much. Aurora had always thought that Catherine's bad habits were taught by her brother. However, when she saw Catherine and Saber hugging and crying together, her heart softened.

It wasn't that Catherine didn't have a heart and feelings … She just gave them all to her family.

Saber saw Professor Saber and nodded at him in a friendly manner. The professor nodded back. However, Aurora clearly saw a flash of red light in Saber's eyes. Even though she was an Alpha or even a suspected Omega Mutant, when the red light flashed, she clearly felt an indescribable feeling.

A gaze that could make people think of violence, blood, and death … This was indeed not a common thing.

"Ah, Saber boy, the next time I see you is three years later … This is really nostalgic …"

Beast walked out of the plane with his black-rimmed glasses. He originally wanted to give Saber a hug, but the moment Saber looked up, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He opened his arms and clenched his fists. He even bared his sharp teeth.

This was a completely subconscious reaction. As a Mutant with enhanced abilities, Beast also had a beast sense similar to Wolverine and Saber Tooth. When he saw Saber's completely abnormal eyes, he also felt threatened.

However, it was only for a moment. Beast very well restrained his instincts and changed the topic. He stopped in his tracks and asked loudly.

"Hey, Saber, where are the children?"

Saber patted Catherine's shoulder and let the little girl get down from him. He put his arm around Catherine's shoulder and shrugged at Beast.

"They're inside. You guys go in."

After that, he patted the crying Catherine's head. "You guys are really hard to find. I called Pops but couldn't get through. Robin also ran off to god knows where … Sigh, why are you crying again?"

"Saber … Sob … Pops, pops … He's gone … Sob sob sob …"

"Crack!"

The ground beneath Seber's feet cracked open, and dust flew everywhere. He stood rooted to the ground as if he was struck by lightning. This scene made Beast's eyes twitch. Even Orro and Grey Gin, who was the last to get off the plane, couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Three years ago, Saber was already full of violence … But three years later, he was even more dangerous than before.

"Pops … He … He's gone?"

Saber looked at Catherine in disbelief. After seeing the helplessness and pain in the little girl's eyes, his body began to tremble. He had never felt this feeling of his heart being torn apart. It was a feeling ten thousand times more unbearable than physical pain. It was as if the whole world was punching him in the face. He felt his chest was stuffy, as if there was an emotion called sadness that was about to burst out of his chest.

At this moment, he even felt the sky above his head lose its luster. He also felt the taste of blood coming from his throat. He wanted to suppress that feeling but was powerless.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of dark red blood spurted out from Saber's mouth. Catherine, who was standing at the side, was so frightened that she immediately hugged Saber and screamed. He struggled to support his body with the sword in his hand. Beast also wanted to rush over to support him. But at this moment, a dazzling cold light shone in front of Beast, forcing him to stop in his tracks.

In front of his eyes, the cold mist that was dispersing from the dam in the morning extended and surged as if it had a life of its own. However, within it, there were clearly two sharp silver-white daggers. He could not see them clearly, as if they were an illusion. However, the scene just now truly existed.

At the same time, a young but firm growl rippled in the fog.

"You're not allowed! Hurt Mr. Saber!! "

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