"I saw him!"
"He's as ugly as a rotten baby born from two rotten avocados who fucked each other! Disgusting! "
"When I think of his face, I want to vomit. What a terrible experience!"
"What? Hope? Damn it, ma 'am, you can't feel any hope from that damn place! Yes, I saw at least 14 guys lying on the hospital beds around, and I heard their moans! "
The puppet sat on the ashtray, holding the cigarette that Saber threw to it with both hands as if it was playing with a big toy. Smoke came out from its ears. This damn guy even smokes!
Opposite the chattering puppet, which was mixed with all kinds of unpleasant words, sat Saber and Ororo. They were listening to the "first-hand" news brought back by the puppet.
"What those moans represent, ma 'am, you will never know, and you will never expect to know … But I know, I can hear that they want to die, but they can't. Yes, that place is hell, without a doubt!"
Fid dragged his voice exaggeratedly, but Saber was indifferent. After staying in Stryker's laboratory for three years, Saber could be considered a person who climbed out of hell, but Ororo was different. This woman had only seen the laboratory destroyed by Saber, and she had not really experienced despair at all.
In other words, Professor Charles protected her too well.
After Fayde finished telling her what he had seen and heard, Ororo remained silent. After a while, her gaze became firm.
"I want to go!"
Saber was indifferent. He flicked the ash on his finger. "You say it as if you didn't have to go …"
A white knife jumped back and forth between his fingers, like a butterfly flying through flowers. Saber's eyes fell on Fid. His nose twitched, and his eyes became dangerous.
"How many did you kill?"
"What?"
The puppet threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray with both hands, patted the ash on his body, and asked with a confused face.
"What did you say, boss?"
"I said, how many people did you kill on your way back?"
Seiber asked again, but Marionette still had the same confused look on his face. Seiber was about to come up with a lie, but the next moment, the sharp knife stabbed into the table under Fayde's feet. Fayde jumped up in fright and screamed.
"Three! I swear, only three! Three junkies, trying to rob a poor kid, and I killed them! Boss, I'm doing a good deed! I swear! "
"Do good deeds?"
Saber's cold gaze scanned Freddy's body. He knew that this puppet represented the dark side of Shauna's soul. It could be said that it was a murderous maniac with no morals. To be honest, Saber did not think that there was anything wrong with Freddy's actions. However, he had to warn this lawless little thing because its reckless actions would bring trouble to him sooner or later … and Shauna would be dragged into the trouble as well.
Saber hated trouble that was not caused by his own hands. Besides, Shauna was already a member of The Devil Gang. She was one of them.
"You should at least restrain yourself a little, Marionette … Don't tell me you need souls and blood to move … You and I both know who you are inside. If you are really willing to think for that poor girl, you should restrain your unscrupulous methods when you don't have to."
Saber extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray behind the puppet. The puppet lowered its head unwillingly and struggled, but in the end, it spoke honestly.
"Okay, boss. I won't do anything stupid again."
"Of course, you can be forgiven for making mistakes occasionally. I'm not an unreasonable person. Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Go and wake the little girl up. We're leaving."
Saber waved his hand, and the puppet's face instantly lit up with joy. It quickly jumped off the coffee table and ran into the bedroom. Saber picked up the alloy knife from beside his leg and put the silver mask on the table. He glanced at Orolo, then crossed his legs and spoke to the silent woman.
"You see, you and I both know why the professor insisted on putting you in this temporary team. To be honest, I didn't want to bring a burden with me. But since your performance on the ship was not bad, I have to remind you …"
Orolo looked up and saw Saber's strange eyes. Then, she heard him say softly, "Throw away all of your pity and pity.
I'm not forcing you to do evil. I hope you understand this. When you're free from the Professor's protection and you see the cruel side of the world, I hope you can be stronger. I also hope you can understand why the Creator gave you such a terrifying power … "
Saber looked at Orolo's blank face. He felt that he should make things clearer. So, he pondered for a moment and said in a magnetic voice, "The sword is born to kill.
"Swords are born to kill. Killing is meaningless, and I'm not a lunatic who would kill every ordinary person. It's just a means to an end. In my opinion, including the professor himself, all of you only have lofty goals, but you don't know how to use reasonable means … Oh, my God, why am I telling you this? Damn it … Clean up."
Seiber rubbed his forehead and stood up. He watched as Ororo mechanically put the two guns into the holsters on his belt. A smile appeared on his face.
"Don't be so serious. Come on, smile. We're going to do 'good'."
About ten minutes later, Seber, Ororo, and Shauna, who was wearing a Pixie Brat trench coat, walked out of the hotel. Seber put the two big boxes into the trunk of the car and drove the rented car towards the abandoned industrial area in the suburbs. In a cafe not far behind them, a young black man who was reading a magazine picked up his phone and said in a low voice, "Hey, Mr. Seber.
"I see them. Three people. Yes, it's them. I can confirm it! Flatfish and Angel should be with them. Should we move out? "
The voice on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment.
"No. Keep an eye on them and wait for backup. That's a tough guy. You can't handle him."
After the car sped into the abandoned industrial area, it was as if they had turned from modern society into a real lawless hell. Orolo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at everything in front of her. The order was withered. The glass on the once bright walls was shattered. The walls were covered with meaningless graffiti. The streets were filled with disgusting garbage and people hiding in the garbage.
No one knew if they were dead or alive, and no one had ever cared about them. There were people yelling and shouting as they drove their broken cars back and forth on the streets, and gunshots could be heard even further away. Everyone who lived here surprised Oro. She had never seen such a scene in the past twenty years of her life.
It was only when she saw a few kids sneak up on a drug addict from behind and snatch all his belongings that Oro closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat. She asked in a daze, "What happened?
"Why? Why is this place like this? "
"There's no why."
Saber threw the cigarette butt out of the car and pointed his middle finger at the people on the side of the road. "This is the human society you want to integrate into. I guess, in the entire academy, other than the professor and those miserable children, no one has seriously studied what human society is like."
"Do you know what you look like to me?"
Seiber put the silver mask on his face and said in a low, muffled voice, "You are like a group of believers who are waiting for the arrival of heaven, but you don't know that the place you want to go is not heaven. From this point of view, Magneto is obviously much wiser than you. He wants to destroy everything and rebuild the order. He is a" revolutionary. "If it weren't for the deep conflict between us, I would like to sit down and have a chat with him."
Saber let out a low laugh.
"We must have a lot in common."
"Do you think the professor's idea of a society where mutants and humans live in harmony will not come?"
Orolo stared at Saber. Unfortunately, after putting on the mask, she could not see any expression on Saber's face.
"Screech!"
Saber stepped on the brakes and stopped outside the garbage dump. He unbuckled his seatbelt and looked at Orolo. Under the silver mask, there was a pair of mocking eyes.
"This is a war that is clearly divided, and you think there will be peace if you put down your weapons?"
"You are really, so silly that it is cute."
On the other side, 150 meters under the garbage dump, in this terrible experimental field, Jax who was wearing a doctor's white coat was doing daily checks on his patients.
Of course, Jax wasn't his real name. In this line of work, the wisest way to protect oneself was to pretend that they didn't exist. In this way, other than yourself, no one would know who you were.
A woman who was wearing military pants, a black sports vest, a belt, and fingerless gloves followed behind him. Unlike Jax who was gentle and polite, Angela was a rough woman. Her face wasn't ugly, and if you looked closely, you would find that she had a special aura. However, her body was not delicate; especially the muscles on her arms, she looked like a bodybuilder.
She had a match in her mouth; this was her habit. From her eyes, it could be seen that she was someone who liked to talk with her fists.
Jax put down the small flashlight in his hand and looked at the patient in front of him. He waved his hand and said, "He is useless now; he didn't trigger the mutation of the serum in three months. Throw him out."
Soon, three fully-armored soldiers walked up and pushed the patient in front of Jax out of the room. Although they weren't wearing military uniforms, their military auras couldn't be hidden.
"How long will it take for this batch of goods to be ready?"
Jax washed his hands that were stained with blood on the water pipe as Angela who was behind him asked with a hoarse voice.
"Three days, but we don't have enough serum."
The doctor who looked weak picked up his razor and started to clean his messy face. A vicious expression appeared in his eyes, and he took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.
"There's nothing we can do about it. Stryker played himself to death … His damn" Weapon X "is still here, and the adamantium that he promised me is nowhere to be seen. Damn it … There's a problem with our supply channel. Angela, tell me, should I accept the invitation from a few days ago?"
Angela didn't answer; in fact, she didn't need to answer. Jax closed his eyes and thought for a few minutes before he let out a breath of relief.
"Since they're so resourceful to get enough serum … Help me contact them. After this batch of goods is sold, we'll leave Detroit. I've had enough of this damn place. Look at this damn laboratory, it's just like a garbage dump!"
After he complained, he seemed to have thought of something interesting. He turned around and looked at Angela, who was silent like a robot.
"How is our little Wade? Is he still as stubborn as before? Does he like to talk? "
A disdainful expression appeared on Angela's face when she mentioned this name.
"He is dying, and he is in a lot of pain. Unfortunately, your methods didn't work on him. He didn't give in, and I don't think he will ever give in. I admire him for that."
"No, no, no."
Jax's beard was clean shaven, and he stroked his smooth chin as a playful smile appeared on his face.
"I don't believe that a person can be indifferent to pain. When he is the most determined, he will collapse. We only need to give him a little push, and he will …"
"Boom!"
A loud noise sounded. Both Jax and Angela looked at the door at the same time, and a huge dent appeared on the iron gate. In the next moment, the gate was smashed open, and two corpses with twisted necks flew out of the gate and landed on the ground not far away from Jax and Angela.
A figure with a blade on his shoulder walked out of the dust, and he was wearing a black robe and had a twisted silver ghost face.
"Yo … Look, the little mice are having a party. Sorry for breaking your gate. Oh, it is our first time meeting, so you can call me … Creditor."
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