Dr. Morris had been living in Las Vegas for seven years. He didn't like the environment here. No matter how prosperous the city was, it was still a city in the middle of a desert. With the current level of human technology, there was no way to transform the desert. However, he loved money. Therefore, he had been practicing medicine in this place for the past few years.
As a famous local black market doctor, he would occasionally go to the casino to have fun. It made Morris feel like he was young again. Until today, four men in black suits with half-exposed black devil tattoos on their necks rushed into his private clinic and brought him to an unfamiliar five-star hotel. Then, he saw his patient.
"Oh God, with such injuries, he should've died a long time ago …"
The doctor angrily flipped John's eyelids and shrugged. "You should've brought me here earlier. He can't be saved. Just wait for death."
Bang!
A gun was placed on the table. Lewis, who had just sobered up, looked at the old man in front of him with an unfriendly expression. The latter frowned and thought for a while.
"Alright, I can give it a try. However, ordinary people can't survive with such injuries. So, he's a mutant, right?"
"What? You don't want to earn the mutant's money? "
Lewis rubbed his forehead and waved his hand impatiently. A suitcase was placed on the table. He opened it and looked at the man opposite him. Then, he turned to Morris. It was more than half a suitcase of cash. It wasn't as much as the doctor expected. However, it was enough for him to take a risk.
"No, I mean …"
Dr. Morris pressed his finger on the surface of the suitcase. He smiled and his originally cold expression softened.
"I have saved the lives of mutants a few times. Alright … Give me ten minutes to prepare. These freaks won't die so easily. However, I'll make it clear in advance. I'll leave after the surgery. I don't want to get involved in the mess between you two!"
The old doctor carried the money box in his hand and walked into the room that was specially prepared for him. His voice was full of energy as he said, "I'm sorry.
"Go and get my three assistants. Tell them that if they don't show up in 15 minutes, they can get out of my clinic!"
While they were busy operating on John, who was on the verge of death, Saber was leisurely leaning against the window of the hotel's large pool in the opposite room. Young and beautiful ladies were wantonly displaying their beautiful bodies and playing in the water.
Saber held a lit cigarette in his left hand and a glass of red wine in his right hand … It was not that he liked to drink this, he just took a bottle from the wine cabinet, but fortunately, his taste was very varied.
On the big bed behind him, there should have been a beautiful woman lying on it. Casinos and women were pretty much standard in Las Vegas, but now, there were three unconscious men stacked on top of each other on the bed.
Saber leaned back in his chair, took a sip of wine, and said in a low voice.
"How long are you going to pretend to be asleep?"
No one said anything. Saber sneered and ignored them, continuing to leisurely look at the beauties outside the window. Ten seconds later, the man lying on the top jumped up. He did not speak immediately. Instead, he walked to the full-length mirror in the room and frowned, examining the bruises on his face.
Remi Leber was not Wolverine or Sabertooth … He did not have that kind of insane self-healing ability, so the bruises from Saber's punch would take a few days to heal. He turned his head and looked at Saber with his hands on his hips.
"I say, how did you know I was pretending to be unconscious?"
"Your heartbeat dropped to ten beats per minute and your breathing became long. This is enough to fool normal people."
Saber put aside the wine glass in his hand and stretched his shoulders. "But in the eyes of professionals, your movements are like an earthquake. I can't convince myself to ignore that annoying breathing … Okay, we've wasted too much time. Tell me what I want to know."
He stood up and leaned against the window. He flicked the cigarette ash in his hand, a faint red light still dancing in his eyes.
"Tell me, and you can leave."
Remy stared at Seber's face. He tried to see if there was any emotion on Seber's face, but there was none. Remy had seen Seber's combat power clearly during the battle between the three of them. Seber was stronger than Victor and was on par with Logan. It seemed like Seber had some special method to increase his strength in a short period of time, and he also had advanced self-healing.
An opponent like this would make anyone despair. Remi was sure that this guy before him was the extremely cold type. It would be dangerous to deal with him. Thus, after weighing the pros and cons, he nodded and pulled out a chair.
"Ask away."
Saber glanced at him and tossed him a cigarette. Remi caught it, took out a very cool silver lighter, and lit it.
"Who are you?"
"Remi Leber, from New Orleans. I know what you want to ask."
Remi played with the lighter in his hand as he said casually, "I was tricked into that island by a bastard named Jax. He said he had a way to cure the migraines I've had since I was young. I was locked up there for two years. But now that I think about it, he didn't lie to me. My migraines were cured."
This guy was a talkative person. He pulled open his shirt slightly, revealing the scars on his abdomen.
"But this is the price."
Seiber nodded his head noncommittally.
"Why did you save Victor? I don't think that guy has a friend like you. "
When Remy heard this question, a big smile appeared on his face. He looked at Seiber.
"Then why did you save him? If I'm not wrong, our actions have the same reason … Victor is not a good person, but he is not a bad bastard who can't be saved. "
"I see."
Saber nodded. Remi was able to escape from Stryker's second base. It seemed that he also got the help of Saber Tooth, but Saber was very confused about why that guy did this, but he was very rational and didn't ask. He pondered for a moment.
"Where is that island?"
"It's very close!"
Remy Leber tossed the cigarette butt into the air. A purple glow flowed on the butt, and a second later, the butt exploded. The gray smoke seemed to have a mind of its own as it flowed between Remy's fingers. Seber narrowed his eyes at this scene. Seber looked at him and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?
"Do you know about the mutant riot in California four years ago?"
"Yeah."
Saber nodded. When he first arrived, he saw the news from his father's newspaper. It was also the first time he came into contact with mutants.
"Do you know why that riot happened?"
Remi's mood became gloomy. "Because in that month, a total of 23 students disappeared from 17 schools in California … All of them were mutants. The mutant brothers only added fuel to the fire, but the ordinary people called this demonstration a riot … They just wanted to protect their children, that's all."
"Stryker took them? Where are those children now? "
Saber's voice suddenly became soft. Remi glanced at him, stood up shakily, and turned to the door.
"I tried not to think about the answer … If you can really kill Stryker, all the mutants in California will be grateful to you … That place is on an island off the coast of Pennsylvania. It's the reconstruction site of the Three Mile Island nuclear power plant accident more than 30 years ago. They also call it the New Three Mile Island … Who would believe that there would be a secret base under a nuclear power plant?"
"Tell Victor that I've repaid the favor I owe him."
Remy opened the door and left. Seiber walked over to his chair and picked up the lighter that he had placed on the table. It had a silver case with a devil sculpture on the top. It looked extraordinarily gorgeous, and it was obvious that it was Remy's favorite item. The edges of the lighter were already glowing.
As for why he left it here … It was probably a ransom.
Saber chuckled and played with the lighter in his hand. This was another interesting guy. He didn't turn around and asked in a low voice.
"What about you? How long are you going to pretend to be asleep? "
"I thought you wouldn't notice …"
The pale Victor rubbed his head and sat up from the bed. He looked at the unconscious Logan with a complicated expression. Logan took two heavy blows from Remi in a row, and both were aimed at the head. Logan was destined to sleep for a long time.
"What? You want to kill him? "
Saber leaned on the table and said with a nasty smile, "If you want to kill him, then drag him out and kill him. Don't dirty my place."
Victor shook his head and stood up from the bed with some difficulty. Logan's attacks were very heavy. Even with his self-healing ability, it would take some time for him to fully recover. Logan's sudden increase in combat power made Victor, who had been hesitating about something, make up his mind.
When he walked out the door, Victor turned around and said in a low voice.
"Stryker has his final product on Three Mile Island … Weapon X. You have to be careful. It's best to find a few helpers."
"I'm curious, Victor... who exactly are you working for?"
Seiber's question made Viktor stop in his tracks. "You helped me and released Remi Leber. This makes me doubt your loyalty to Stryker … I don't really understand how you people think, but at least I know one thing."
He stared at Victor's back.
"A guy like you who doesn't hesitate to sacrifice his brotherly relationship in order to hide must have something amazing … Are you interested in telling me?"
Vidocq turned his head slightly. There was a smile on his stubble-covered face.
"You know too much … When it's time for you to know, you will naturally know. By the way, I've never been one of Stryker's people. He can't give me what I want. Since you helped me, I'll reveal a piece of news to you. You can treat it as a joke."
"Hmm?"
Seiber's interest was piqued. Then, he heard Victor's hoarse voice.
"The history of this world is actually the most interesting thing. When humans first began to develop civilization, they said that there was a god in this world. More than one person who left a name in history said that they had seen a real god. So everyone worshipped them crazily and regarded them as the masters of the world. Later, they said that there was no god in this world. Like neurotics, they denied all the history written by their ancestors … They used a set of specious scientific theories as the foundation of this pitiful society."
Victor paused and asked a question with a playful tone.
"But if god really doesn't exist, then who did our ancestors see?"
"Saber, be careful. Some existences hidden under the absurd appearance of this world have noticed you …"
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