"Bang!"
The door of the office was pushed open, and May, with a serious face, walked into the office with a folder. She put it on the desk behind the tall figure with his back to her.
"Director, 15 minutes ago, two super large-scale lightning strikes broke out in the mountains near the border area of Quebec. A secret military base was completely destroyed. No casualties have been detected. The Department of Defense held an inquiry meeting 5 minutes ago … about this matter."
"Huh, lightning strike?"
The figure didn't look back. He stood on the edge of the floor-to-ceiling porthole on the 37th floor of the triangular building in Manhattan, looking out the window at the city that had just woken up from its sleep. His voice was very penetrating, and just by hearing it, one could feel a special will in it.
"May, you were the best agent here. Do you really believe that it was a lightning strike?"
Faced with this question, Agent May, who had been transferred to a civilian job, didn't answer, but her silence was actually an answer.
"Professor Charles's moderate faction has been quiet for decades. Those fellows in Congress may have forgotten how that man single-handedly saved the world from the ravages of war. They may have forgotten the terrifying power he wields. But there are always people who like to see the world burn. What's even scarier is that when he gathers a bunch of restless idiots around him, his arrogant fantasy will become a terrifying reality."
"Huh …"
The man in the black leather coat held the guardrail outside the porthole with both hands, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "The professor is demonstrating. He is using this way to let us express our dissatisfaction. Are the results of Stryker's investigation out?"
May nodded.
"It's out. Do you want me to show it to you?"
"No … send it directly to the old guys in the Department of Defense who are no longer clear-headed. Let them see what kind of person they rely on!"
"Then do we need to intervene in the matter of Mutants and Stryker? I'm worried that things may change. "
May whispered, "Coulson has monitored the Weapon X program for four months. His report said that Stryker is likely to have another research base on the mainland. I'm worried that the Mutants of Charles' faction will attack that place, which may cause panic among the people."
"Intervene? No! We won't intervene! "
Nick Fury, the current leader of SHIELD, the king of agents in the world, shrugged.
"We just need to finish the job. It's also time to teach those stubborn people a lesson. Let them know that this world doesn't work according to their ideas … But strengthen the monitoring of the Mutants Brotherhood. I have a feeling that Magneto has been dormant for so many years. He must be planning something big."
"That's right, let Coulson speed up a little … Facing the increasingly complicated situation, we need some stronger trump cards."
On the other side, in Gotham Public Cemetery, the place was as quiet as ever. Saber stood in front of the tombstone with the cross, and Catherine, who was wearing a white dress, stood beside him.
"Three years later, this city is still shrouded in this disgusting haze …"
Seiber's hand gently slid across the tombstone in front of him. His eyes had never been so sorrowful and gentle before. He said softly, "Don't worry.
"Old man … I'm back to see you."
A gust of wind blew, blowing Saber's hair. It was as if a deceased relative was greeting him.
"I thought I'd see you after I came back, but you left first."
"You know what? Although we've only known each other for a year … But in my heart, you're very important. A stubborn, violent, unlikable old man … "
Saber closed his eyes slightly and whispered softly, "But you're the first truly good person I've met in my life. How I wish you were murdered … At least then, I could kill some idiots to vent my anger …"
"But now, how do you expect me to fight against time?"
His fingers tightened, and a tear fell from the corner of Saber's eye. He had always been crazy, but in the end, he inevitably revealed his weakness. He used to hide it well, but now, in the face of the people he had lost, there was no need to hide it.
"You said a million times that you hated Gotham, but in the end, you still chose to die in this place where you were born. You still liked it in the end, didn't you?"
"This annoying city, you still can't let it go in the end, right?"
Saber took a bottle of hard liquor from Catherine, whose face was full of tears. He opened it and gulped down half of it, and poured the other half on the ground in front of the cemetery.
"Then I'll help you … take care of it."
"No one will disturb you … Cough cough."
Saber coughed and covered his mouth with a handkerchief. When he let go, a shocking dark red color appeared. Catherine could not help but grab Saber's arm. The latter smiled at her.
"Don't worry, little girl. I haven't finished what I need to do. I won't collapse like this."
"Tap, tap."
Heavy footsteps sounded behind them. Neither of them turned around. After a while, Gordon, who had aged a lot, walked forward and placed the flowers in his hand in front of his father's grave.
"He passed away peacefully … He just couldn't let go of you."
Gordon squatted down and reached out to clear the weeds around the tombstone. He then whispered, "But I think he'll be very happy to see you visit him. He might even scold you … You know, he's that kind of person. He'll scold you to your face and make you feel like you're worthless. But very soon, he'll use his own methods to make you accept his kindness, not knowing whether to laugh or cry."
"Mm."
Saber nodded silently. No one spoke. After a few minutes, Gordon clapped his hands and stood up. There were clear wrinkles on his face, and there was gray hair on his head. Compared to the last time Saber saw him, he seemed to have aged more than ten years.
But he was still in the same attire, black-rimmed glasses, and a stern yet warm gaze. The police chief stood beside Saber and said softly.
"Thanks to you, Gotham is doing well … So well that it's hard to believe. But I can still smell that feeling coming from the darkness of this city. The danger has never left. Sometimes I'm curious. How did a mere Gotham attract so many freaks … Is The Devil Gang coming back?"
Saber shook his head in response to Gordon's straightforward question.
"I don't know. Maybe. After all, this is where our roots are. Will you welcome us?"
Gordon shrugged.
"Why not? Although the gangs in this city are just reviving, I'm still happy to see some of my old friends here to share the burden. But just like before, it can only be the dock area and the narrow island! "
"Phew …"
He sighed in relief as he removed his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief. Suddenly, he asked in a low voice, "Seiber, do you think there will be a day when Gotham's order is fully restored?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know."
Saber's finger gently slid across the tombstone in front of him. Gordon chuckled. "Yeah, who knows what will happen in the future? We've all lost our loved ones because of a damned lunatic. They've already treated the Joker as a story on the streets. Look at this city, it's really disappointing. "
He turned and left. As he walked away, he said softly,
"Come to my house for dinner tonight. Barbara and Jimmy miss you and Catherine. Robin will be there too."
Gordon patted Saber's shoulder and said firmly,
"You're not allowed to not come! Do you hear me? "
"Okay."
Saber's finger moved away from the tombstone. He turned to look at Gordon. "Can I bring another guest?"
Gordon pursed his lips. "Whatever. My place is spacious anyway."
Let's rewind time slightly by four hours. In Queens, New York, Saber and Catherine were about to leave New York and return to Gotham when someone knocked on their door.
"Come in."
Saber said without turning his head. A moment later, Santos walked in, looking a little reserved. He had changed into a set of fitting clothes, but because he was too thin, he looked like a bamboo pole. After he walked in, he stood at the door a little helplessly. He probably wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.
Seber ignored him. After a few minutes, they finished packing. Seber sat on the edge of the bed and lit up a cigarette. He looked at Santos and threw him another one. This time, the young man didn't refuse. He put the cigarette in his mouth and took a clumsy puff. This kind of entertainment at the expense of his health made him feel less stressed. He looked up at Seber, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
"Mr. Saber, I … I don't think I'm suitable here. Can I follow you?"
"Hmm?"
Saber raised his eyebrows. "Why? We do everything for a reason, don't we? "
"I … I just feel that this place makes me feel weird …"
Santos shook his head uncomfortably. Saber snorted.
"To be honest, child, I can tell that you're lying."
This sentence discouraged the young man. He lowered his head, looked left and right, and then lowered his voice and said, "You're right.
"What you told me before, I don't want to be weak. I want to protect my sister. I've lost my parents, but I can't do it now … I want to learn how to fight from you."
"But if you want to learn how to fight, it's more suitable for you to stay here, isn't it?"
Seiber flicked his fingers. "Professor Charles is currently one of the strongest bipolar mutants in the world. There's also Lady Orolo. You've seen it for yourself. She can destroy an entire base with a wave of her hand. I'm far inferior to them."
"No! It's not the same! "
Santos explained, a little unconvinced. "I also saw Ms. Orolo's battle. How should I put it … She gave me a feeling … She's very powerful, but she doesn't have the aura I want. You said that I'll be a natural killer. I think killers also need that aura, but they can't teach me that. This academy doesn't have a way for me to learn that aura and killing methods. The guys who came here a few years earlier than me haven't even killed a single person. When I talked to them, I felt that they were a little … a little childish."
He stretched out his hands and spread his fingers.
"I've already killed almost 30 people … They really can't teach me."
"But if you follow me, you might die tomorrow …"
Saber flicked the ash from his cigarette and said noncommittally, "If you die, you'll lose everything. Isn't it good to live a peaceful life?"
"I'm not afraid of death!"
Santos put down his fingers and whispered, "I'm not afraid of death. I'm only afraid of being locked in a cage again. The despair of losing my freedom and the possibility of being dragged away by someone at any time. I'm not afraid of death! I'm only afraid of being slaughtered! "
He bowed deeply to Saber.
"Please train me! Mr. Saber! "
The atmosphere in the room was a little stagnant. Catherine sat on the other side, looked at Santos, then turned to look at the silent Saber. The little girl pursed her lips and asked.
"What about your sister? Will Clarice agree to let you come with us? "
"She … She will agree!"
Santos said bitterly. "She will understand me!"
"Okay … Go pack your things. We'll leave here in an hour."
Saber put the cigar back into his mouth and said vaguely, "This is the path you chose. If you die, don't blame me!"
Santos looked up in surprise. He nodded, turned around, and opened the door. Then, he stood there in a daze. Outside the door, Orolo stood there with a disgruntled look on her face. She held her teaching materials and looked at Saber with an unfriendly expression. After a while, she said loudly,
"I want to fight you!"
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