At the Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters, another group of new children walked in with confused and curious eyes. They were still wearing the prison uniforms from the secret base on Three Mile Island. It looked like they had walked into the normal world from another world.
This group of children was also carefully captured by Stryker. They were all gifted children, and most of them didn't even know where their home was. Except for a few children with particularly tragic backgrounds, most of them would only stay at the Xavier Academy for a month before being sent back to their respective homes.
Professor Charles abided by the rules in this regard. Since the establishment of the academy, he had never forced any children to stay.
Saber and Logan also came back together. The former sent Catherine back to school. After all, the girl had run away once and had a criminal record. The latter came back with Kyla.
He didn't know what the two poor people talked about, but it seemed like they had reconciled. Although Kyla's life was saved at Three Mile Island's hospital, her condition wasn't too good.
Stryker's bullet grazed her spine, and there were four bone fragments in her waist. With this injury, if there were no accidents, Kyla might not be able to stand up for the rest of her life.
Saber and Catherine walked slowly on the path of the Xavier Academy's large grassland with a wooden cane. After turning a corner, they saw Logan, Kyla in a wheelchair, and the girl behind Kyla.
Emma Grace Frost, Kyla's little sister, was very energetic and beautiful with long blonde hair. When she saw Saber, she wanted to run over, but she was stopped by her sister's stern gaze.
Logan waved at them and then pushed Kyla over.
"Thank you, little Catherine."
The two of them stood in front of Catherine. Logan bent down. This man, who had changed into a clean set of clothes and even trimmed his beard, had a very friendly smile. He patted Catherine's little head and said sincerely, "If it weren't for your final bravery, we might have really lost a lot of things."
Kyla, who was a little pale, also took Catherine's hand and said to the embarrassed little girl.
"You are a real hero, Catherine. You saved our lives."
This kind of praise made the silly girl's smile almost reach her ears. She, Kyla, and Emma sat on one side and chatted while Logan and Saber walked to the other side. The two exchanged cigars in a friendly manner. In the smoke, Logan asked softly.
"Stryker is dead, right?"
Saber took a puff of smoke and replied with a smile, "If he can still live in that situation, it means that he's not fated to die. By the way, what are your plans for the future?"
This question made Logan a little worried. He looked at Kyla, who was sitting on the side, and rubbed his hands.
"I heard that there is a neurologist in New York who successfully pieced the broken spine of a patient. I want to take Kyla and try my luck. She is a good woman, she shouldn't have to endure such a fate. but …"
"You're just short of money, right?"
Saber shook his head, took out a bank card from his pocket, and stuffed it into Logan's hand. "Here's three million. You can use it first. If it's not enough, call me. Money is meaningless to us. Don't reject it. I'll hire you."
Logan was going to refuse. A man like him had decided that he would never accept charity from a friend. However, Saber's next sentence stunned him. He took the cigar out of his mouth and pondered for a moment.
"What do you need me to do?"
Saber looked around and lowered his voice. "I need you to stay at Xavier Academy. I … I might have to go on a long trip soon. I don't know when I'll be back. I want to entrust Catherine to you first … until she has enough ability to protect herself. There are a few people in New York that I can trust, but there are not many who can teach her how to protect herself. I believe you can do it."
Logan looked at Saber suspiciously. Finally, his eyes fell on Saber's cane. He suddenly remembered that Saber would occasionally spit out a mouthful of blood during a battle. This man who had lived for more than 200 years might not be considered smart, but he was definitely experienced enough. Logan narrowed his eyes.
"Your body … has deteriorated to this extent?"
Saber shook his head. He didn't want to talk too much about this issue. Logan saw that he didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't continue to ask. He took the bank card and said solemnly, "I swear to protect her until you return safely."
Saber nodded and called out to Catherine. He then waved at Kyla, and the two of them walked forward.
At this time, on the other side, in the dean's office of the Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters, which was also Professor Charles' office, he and Beast, two close comrades, were talking to another person.
This guy was wearing a very old-fashioned suit. His gray hair was neatly combed. He looked coldly at Professor Charles and Hank, the chairman of the Mutant Council in the United States Congress, who were sitting opposite him. He said, "I'm sorry.
"Mr. President is very sorry about this incident, and I'm here to convey his apology. However, the executor of the Weapon X program, Major General Stryker, and the planner, General Wood, have both died in the accident. Therefore, Mr. President hopes that Mr. Charles and the forces behind you will not act irrationally."
He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, took out a handkerchief, and wiped them as he spoke.
"We will do our best to ensure that this kind of terrible incident will not happen again."
Professor Charles didn't answer immediately. He seemed to be deep in thought. After a moment, he spoke.
"It's not that I don't believe in Mr. President's promise, but I have doubts about your ability to execute it. As far as I know, Stryker and his Weapon X are not the work of some general who is eager for war on a whim. There are several similar projects going on in this country. I'm very willing to coexist peacefully with you, provided that …"
The professor's eyes had never been so serious. He folded his hands on the table. "You have to show your sincerity."
In the face of Professor Charles' aggressiveness, Senator Kelly said in a deep voice, "Please don't slander the national organization, Mr. Professor. I can guarantee that Weapon X was just a regrettable accident. We didn't …"
"In front of me … there are no secrets!"
Senator Kelly's argument was overturned by Professor Charles with a single sentence. Looking at the calm eyes of the professor, the senator seemed a little embarrassed and a little angry. Finally, his chest rose and fell quickly a few times, then he gritted his teeth and picked up the briefcase and hat that were placed at the side. He glanced at Professor Charles and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry.
"As you wish, Professor, but I hope you can also do what you promised! Peace is hard to come by, and no one wants it to be destroyed. "
After saying a lot of high-sounding words, Senator Kelly's style changed. He looked at Hank and then at Professor Charles.
"Next month, the global leaders' meeting will be held in New York, but recently, your compatriots seem to be a little restless. Mr. Charles, we don't want accidents to happen at this important meeting, do we?"
The professor nodded.
"I can guarantee that when I'm in New York, no one from the Brotherhood will ruin this meeting!"
"Very good."
Senator Kelly nodded in satisfaction, smiled coldly at the professor and Hank, then turned and left the office. After he left, Hank said to Professor Charles with some concern.
"Charles, do you really believe that they will keep their promise?"
Faced with this question, the professor did not answer immediately. He sighed and looked at the sky outside the window. "No, I don't believe it … but at least this will make them think carefully before they do anything. These are troubled times, and we don't know what Eric is plotting. There are too few compatriots on our side."
He reached out his hand, and a book floated gently from the bookcase behind him and landed in his palm. He flipped open the book and suddenly said to Hank, who was sitting next to him.
"Do you think we should add some practical combat classes for these children?"
"Hmm?"
Hank's eyes widened, and he looked at Charles in confusion. "Why would you have this idea? I remember that you hate violence. "
"But my proudest disciple was almost defeated by Saber," Charles said faintly.
"It wasn't until Seiber's arrival that I suddenly realized that I used to place too much emphasis on the power of wisdom but neglected the power itself. Eric is a believer in power. Even though we have different ideals, the strength of the mutants under his command is far superior to ours. This isn't just a battle of ideals. Hank, I know Eric. When it's necessary, he won't be stingy about spilling the flames of war on us. He's done this more than once. But whether it's Jean, Orro, or those children … we've protected them too well."
"Once it's a battle of life and death, I can't imagine what kind of terrible things will happen … Fortunately, it's not too late."
Professor Charles flipped open the book in his hand and asked softly.
"I wanted to invite you to teach them how to fight, but you are too busy, and your responsibility requires you to not leave your post without permission. So, what do you think of Saber?"
Hank's thick fingers tapped on the table. After a few minutes, he shook his head.
"Saber is not suitable. His combat ability is not a problem, but his personality and his chaotic logic … It's not that I don't trust him, but it's better not to leave this kind of thing to him. Just look at Catherine. I heard that the child killed 17 soldiers with her own hands this time … She is too aggressive, and this is not good. It could easily cause some negative effects."
Charles nodded.
"What about Logan?"
"As for Logan … Due to his excellent control over his own beastly senses and his 200 years of war experience, he has seen enough of society's darkness … What's even more commendable is that even in the face of hatred, he still hasn't lost his compassion for ordinary people. Unless it's absolutely necessary, he won't easily kill ordinary people. This is a point worth promoting."
Hank nodded. "I think he can do it, but Logan is a wanton person. I doubt he can stay here for long, especially after Kayla's injury. He will definitely be running around the country looking for a cure for her."
"Hmm … Then let's talk to him."
On the other side, Councilman Kelly got into the car. The driver turned the steering wheel, and the bulletproof black car drove out of the school's parking lot. It drove all the way outside. The councilman's eyes swept across the grass in front of him. When he saw two figures supporting each other as they walked forward, the councilman's eyes suddenly narrowed.
This change in expression lasted for less than a second before it returned to normal. However, a strange glint flashed in the depths of the Councilor's eyes. The color of his eyes seemed to have changed at this moment.
He muttered to himself.
"Saber Hawk … Very good, you are not dead … This is very good, we can continue to play …"
"What did you say, sir?"
The driver heard Senator Kelly's muttering and turned to ask. He was frightened by the senator's stern gaze.
"Drive carefully, Captain … Oh right, don't go to the Congress. Go to the Department of Defense first."
The black car slowly drove out of the Xavier Mutants Academy. The moment it drove out of the gate, Saber looked at the car suspiciously. He did not know if it was an illusion, but he suddenly felt a malicious gaze coming from the car.
Of course, it was also possible that he was too sensitive. After all, he had just walked out of the battlefield.
The little girl whined and clung to Saber, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Where are you going? Can you bring me along? I promise I will listen to you. "
Saber helplessly patted her head.
"I have to go back to Gotham. Hawkins needs my help with some research. If it goes well, I will be back next month. You stay here obediently. If there is anything you can't solve, go to Logan. If it is life-threatening, call May. Got it?"
Catherine did not answer. She raised her head and looked at Saber.
"What if it doesn't go well?"
Facing the little girl's serious gaze, Saber pursed his lips.
"It will go well … Trust me."
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