Canada was a very suitable place to live, except for the temperature here. It was close to the Arctic Circle, and except for a few places, the temperature was not too high all year round. Of course, this would not have much impact on daily life.
Wearing a baseball cap, a pair of large sunglasses, and casual clothes, Seiber wandered around the small town near Toronto with a camera hanging in front of his chest. From time to time, he would pretend to take a picture with his camera. He was chewing gum with a gentle smile on his face, looking exactly like a backpacker on a holiday.
Beside him was Santals, who was dressed the same as Saber. The difference was that he carried a huge travel bag and a long wooden box on his back. From his temperament, he looked like Saber's sidekick.
Saber hung a black water cup on his chest and put on a pair of big glasses for him, completely concealing Santals' uncontrollable aura, making him look like a nerd.
In the afternoon, the two of them walked on the streets of the small town after a day of wandering. Seiber looked left and right at the buildings of the small town and whispered.
"Did you notice anything today?"
Santals scratched his head.
"The population of this town is quite small. Hmm … The roads are not complicated, and … I keep feeling that the people I met along the way are strange."
"Strange?"
A smile appeared on Seiber's face. "Why do I feel that they are 'strange'?"
"I can't tell, but I just feel that they are not the same as ordinary people."
Santals rubbed the stubble that he had just shaved and said doubtfully, "I feel … I feel that they are quite strange. It's as if they don't fit in with this town."
"Very good."
Saber nodded with satisfaction. "Only the lowest-level assassins will fight like a brute. You have to be good at observing your surroundings and always find a way out for yourself. The most important thing for a real assassin is to protect himself. A retracted fist, a dagger hidden in the dark, and a loaded bullet are the three most threatening things."
His eyes secretly looked behind him.
"As for those people … Although I don't know who they are, since they have shown malice … Get rid of them and confirm their origin."
Santals froze for a moment, then nodded. After the two turned a corner, his big backpack and wooden box were transferred to Saber's shoulder, and Santals had disappeared from the town.
Seiber strolled along the snowy road. He pushed open the door to the only bar in the town and was welcomed by a gust of hot wind. The people who had nothing to do in the town were eating and drinking here. Not only were there men, but there were also some boorish women. The area of the bar was quite large. In the deeper part of the bar, there was a large iron cage. Inside the cage, there were two drunk men fighting.
A group of people shouted and cheered, and some guys waved money in their hands. Next to the cage, there was a strangely dressed supporter, but the two men's fighting skills were so poor that it must be just the town's leisure entertainment.
Saber didn't look at the cage for even a second. He walked past the noisy crowd and went straight to the bar. He picked up the collar of a drunk man who had fallen asleep on the table and threw him aside. He then sat down on a chair and snapped his fingers.
"Two glasses of beer."
Every place had a natural gathering place for information. Generally speaking, if you wanted to ask for information, you had to go to a person who was in contact with a large number of people, such as a local bar or hotel. As long as the owner of the place wasn't too muddle-headed, he could always give you some useful information.
Two glasses of local beer were quickly served, but just as the bartender turned around to do his thing, Saber pulled out five green dollars from his pocket and put them on the table, attracting the attention of a middle-aged man with a red nose.
He looked at the banknotes, then looked at Seiber, and gulped.
"That's … too much."
"It's indeed too much for two glasses of beer …"
Saber finished the first glass of beer in one gulp, feeling the cold liquid flowing in his stomach. He let out a satisfied moan and threw the glass on the table. He narrowed his eyes at the bartender and reached out to move the money to his hand.
"But with some information that I want to know, it's enough."
The middle-aged man looked timid. He looked around and stared at the money for a few seconds before finally making up his mind. He quickly put the money into his pocket and gave Saber a look. The two of them sat in a quiet corner of the bar.
"I didn't know that a tourist like you would care about something in our town, but for the sake of the money, I'll tell you everything I know."
The middle-aged man rubbed his hands. It was probably his first time doing business like this, so he was a little excited. He looked at Saber and said, "Ask away."
"Don't be nervous, buddy. I'm not asking you to do anything bad."
Saber smiled and patted him on the shoulder. He whispered, "Actually, I'm not here for a vacation. I'm here to look for my sister … My parents left us three years ago. I live with her in the old part of Toronto. A few days ago, she and I had a quarrel. When I came home, I only saw a note … The child ran away from home."
"I searched for her in Toronto for two days before I found out that she took a car and left in this direction, but I don't know where she is. I suspect that she's deliberately hiding from me, so I'm dressed like this …"
Saber's voice was sad, helpless, and worried. The middle-aged man sitting in front of him immediately understood what Saber meant. He scratched his messy hair.
"Ah, I have to help, but I'm here every day, so I don't know much about the town. Wait a minute … If it's a girl, how old is she?"
Hearing this question, Saber's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at the bartender, who had his head lowered in thought, and said softly, "15 years old.
"Fifteen years old, beautiful chestnut-colored hair. She doesn't interact with people often, so she's afraid of strangers. Oh my God, I can't imagine what would happen if I let my sister stay outside alone for four days …"
"Was she wearing a pair of long black gloves?"
The bartender asked. Saber didn't answer immediately. He just looked at the bartender suspiciously. "You've seen her?"
"Well, if it's a girl wearing black gloves, I did see her a few days ago," the bartender said worriedly.
The bartender said worriedly, "She had lunch at my place, but then she left in a hurry. It seemed like … someone was chasing after her. If you ask me, you'd better go and take a look. I remember that the child ran into the wilderness behind the town."
"There are often wild beasts here …"
The bartender wanted to persuade Saber to hire a few people to go with him, but the next moment, Saber stood up, took out three bills from his pocket, and put them on the table.
"Thank you, I'll go find her right away."
The middle-aged man with the red nose didn't immediately put the money away. In fact, he was scared because when Saber stood up, he saw the pair of eyes under the sunglasses. They were glowing red, like … like the devil!
Oh my God! What did he do?
Seiber walked out of the bar and waited for a few minutes at the exit of the town. A gray weapon slowly materialized in the night sky. Santos walked over while rubbing his abdomen. He said with a grim expression, "What are you waiting for?
"It's the Mutant Brotherhood … One of them escaped! This is my fault. "
"No, son, it's not your fault."
Seiber tossed his backpack to him and gestured for him to follow him. The two of them walked into the dark wilderness one after the other.
"That girl has been in this wilderness for at least two days. The Brotherhood is hunting her. We are just people who accidentally ran into the net. Even if you don't do anything, they will still find us …"
Seiber opened the wooden box, put the alloy knife on his back, and took out the shiny silver revolver. He twisted open the magazine, and there were six shiny bullets inside. These were the spoils of war he got from Stryker. The bullets made of Adamantium could be said to be indestructible, and the warhead would never be damaged and could be reused.
He put the gun in the holster at his waist. Santos also quickly took out his black combat suit from the backpack, which was custom-made from Lucius. There were four holsters under his ribs, legs, and a row of daggers on his belt. The most important thing was the helmet. It was almost the same as Robin's. After putting it on, there was only a red tactical goggles, which looked very cool.
Saber was much simpler. He just took out the silver mask and put it on his face. His voice became muffled.
"Since they are still here, it means that the child has not been caught yet. The Brotherhood is not easy to deal with …"
"I know, I will be careful!"
Santos whispered, but he saw Saber shake his head.
"I mean … since they are not easy to deal with, you should be more ruthless. Don't hold back."
He threw a miniature headset to Santos. "Do you know how to use it?"
"Yes, Robin taught me!"
Saber put the headset in his ear and glanced at the wilderness shrouded in darkness. "Let's split up and look for her. Contact me as soon as you find her. It's not safe here. We have to leave as soon as possible."
Santos' body turned into a gray mist and dispersed in the darkness. Saber's nose twitched. He did not have Logan's abnormal sense of smell. In such a large-scale environment, it was difficult to find a person's breath, but he still found something.
A faintly discernible smell of blood entered his nostrils. He turned his head and quickly rushed in that direction.
His agile figure trekked quickly in the wilderness. The place was full of coniferous trees, and the ground was covered with thick snow. It was not easy to hide. As the night deepened, Saber heard a few wolf howls in the distance. Damn it, this place was really primitive.
On the other hand, Santos had bad luck. His mist could only spread up to a range of 100 meters. After all, he was just a young man. But ten minutes after entering the wilderness, he encountered his first battle.
"Huff … Hurry up and inform the boss. Someone is coming. They are probably coming for the girl!"
A pale-faced woman wearing a bloated down jacket rushed into a cave and said to the two people inside, "We were attacked in the town. Sus and Modi are dead … It's a ruthless character who can turn into mist."
"What?"
A man in his thirties with dyed hair stood up beside the fire. He helped the woman up. There was a hideous wound on her abdomen. Her intestines had almost been severed.
"When did you meet him?"
The man asked quickly. The woman opened her mouth and was about to speak when a cold light flashed behind her.
"Pfft!"
The dagger accurately pierced through the back of his neck, and the blade came out from the front of his neck. The green-haired man was stunned for a moment. This sudden death made him unable to react for a moment, and in the next moment, another knife mark appeared on his neck. His windpipe was cut open, and blood spurted out.
The two bodies fell to the ground weakly. The last woman was petrified. She flew out of the cave in a panic. Yes, she had two dragonfly-like wings on her back. But when she was a step away from the cave, a heavy weight pressed down on her from above. Santos, who had turned into mist, rode on the woman's back. The dagger in his hand was aimed at her heart.
There was no mercy under the red tactical goggles. As Saber said, the kid was a fast learner. He was a natural assassin, wasn't he?
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