"Ah, it hurts! Baby, be gentle! "
Tony Stark jumped up from the stool with a grimace. His face was covered with a funny bandage. His secretary, "Little Pepper" Potts, pouted as she fixed him back on the chair and carefully cleaned his wound.
On the other side, Yuriko Koyama, who was a little reserved, crossed her hands on her abdomen and looked at the scene in front of her very apologetically. During the power outage caused by Magneto's EMP last night, Tony was helping Yuriko to do the last test of the new life-support system in her body. As a result, the sudden power outage triggered Yuriko's subconscious defensive reaction. As a result, Tony had three hideous wounds on his face.
This playboy should actually be glad that Yuriko reacted at the last moment and withdrew the Adamantium Alloy Knife from her finger. Otherwise, he would have gotten more than three scratches.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, Koyama. It's not your fault. You don't have to be so apologetic."
Tony, this playboy, was so popular with women. It was definitely not just because of his appearance and his wealth. This guy was probably the kind of real playboy that people often said. He had an extraordinary generosity towards women. Of course, this was also because the wound was not serious and would only take a few days to recover.
However, Yuriko Koyama was a traditional Japanese woman. She took this kind of thing very seriously. Tony Stark in front of her was one of her saviors. Doing such a thing to her savior was simply an unforgivable sin.
"Beep Beep Beep"
Tony's phone rang. He kissed Potts on the cheek, causing Little Chili Pepper to raise her fist. Tony laughed as he picked up the phone and walked to the balcony. He lowered his voice and said, "You're right.
"Hey, Saber, what's the matter? The woman you sent almost cut off my head last night. Hurry up and take her away. The life-support system in her body has been completely repaired … What? A helmet? I'm very busy, man. I don't have time to copy a helmet for you … What? Immune to all psychic attacks? Are you sure you're not joking? "
Tony's face changed several times, and finally, he nodded.
"Stand where you are and don't move. I'll get Hogan to pick you up. Well, 20 minutes at most."
On the other side, Saber, who was sitting in the car, hung up the phone. The car and Tony Stark's specially made mobile phone had survived the EMP explosion last night. Saber could not help but rub his chin. If this was the case, then maybe some of the electronic products in this city might still work. After all, this was such a big city, it was impossible for it was 100% destroyed.
"Saber, Saber, when are we going back to Gotham?"
In the passenger seat beside him, Catherine grabbed his arm and shook it excitedly. Saber was a little helpless. After he and Professor Saber officially parted ways due to differences in philosophy, Catherine, who was standing in the same place, excitedly packed all her things, stuffed them into Saber's car, and left the Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters with him. She was not the only one.
In the backseat of the car, Santas and his sister were whispering to each other. Pixie was looking out the window impatiently. They all ran out with Catherine. Clarice missed her brother, and Pixie's profile had been modified by the professor. Now, Saber was her guardian in name. But to be honest, the girl felt that the academy was quite boring.
Emma, who was good friends with the three of them, also wanted to run away, but her brother-in-law, Logan, was going back to Japan. She missed her sister, so she could only say goodbye to her friends with tears in her eyes.
In the nanny van behind the car, the helpless boss of The Devil Gang, Lewis, was driving a few drunk young men. Three young men under the age of 18 were Catherine's "loyal followers". In fact, they were four of the children Saber rescued from Three Mile Island. They were all about 17 years old and already had their own values. It was very difficult to stay in the academy. When they saw Catherine running away, they simply ran out with their "big sister".
It was impossible that Professor Charles didn't know about this, but he chose not to stop them. This overly gentle and friendly old man made Saber speechless.
Even after they parted ways, he could not bring up a trace of resentment or blame toward Professor Charles. He was a sacrifice that had truly given everything to the mutant race. Regardless of whether his methods were correct or not, at least no one could slander his sacrifice and his kindness. He was a truly good man. Well, in the truest sense of the word, he was a good man.
Just as Saber was waiting for Tony's bodyguards to arrive, a large group of marchers holding messy signs walked past their car. They shouted noisy slogans and walked all the way to the city hall. Just as they reached the street corner, an accident happened. A young man wrapped in messy clothes rushed out of a nearby house. Four or five gangsters chased after him.
"Kill this mutant bastard!"
"Kill him!"
"They're the ones who destroyed our home!"
The young man was knocked to the ground and was punched and kicked by the hooligans. This scene was seen by the people in the parade. Some people waved their fists and rushed out, joining the ranks of the mob.
"Let me go, let me go!"
The young man was punched many times in an instant. His screams weakened. "No, I'm not a mutant! I was human yesterday! No, no! "
Catherine clenched her fists and wanted to get out of the car, but Saber held her down. He looked coldly at the young man who was beaten to the ground and shook his head.
"Eric is a victim of tragedy. Don't forget the advice of the Christian family. Little girl, we never save cowards."
"But he is one of us …"
Catherine whispered. When she saw Saber's stern gaze, she lowered her head and dared not speak again.
"He's not one of us, Catherine. I don't have cowards like him. Those who only have the power of a mutant but have the soul of a normal person are never one of us. They are just a bunch of indecisive scum who could become a ticking time bomb at any time. They are not worth … Hmm?"
Before Saber could finish his sentence, the gangsters screamed in pain. A black blade of light bounced off the ground and smashed two of the gangsters who were caught off guard. The young man who was beaten half to death struggled to get up from the ground. The black blade of light spun back and forth around his body. It was like a sharp blade floating in the air, but it was very unstable. It was obvious that this guy had just awakened and was still weak in using his power.
His eyes were still shining with the light of fear. It was only under the pressure of death that he released his ability.
"Wow … That's so cool!"
The little girl looked at the black blade of light and looked at Saber expectantly. The latter rubbed her head, opened the door, and got out of the car.
"Kill him!"
"He dares to resist!"
"Get rid of these Mutants!"
Two men dressed as policemen ran out of the parade, and there were other people with pistols in their hands. They aimed at the poor young man and shouted, "Surrender! Bastard, put down your … put down your weapon! We'll say it one last time! "
The entire crowd surrounded the street. Everyone poured their hatred, anger, and disgust on the young man. Even if they knew that all this had nothing to do with the young man in front of them, they turned a blind eye to the violence of the perpetrators. This … was human nature.
The gunmen looked at each other and raised their guns. As people who had dealt with the mutants, they knew that the mutants were not as scary as they thought. Most of them could be killed with a gun. The young man in front of them looked strong, but the unstable black blade of light could not stop their bullets.
He … He's dead!
Bang!
A bullet flew towards the young man from nowhere. At the same time, a figure jumped high and landed in the middle of the crowd, blocking the bullet for the young man. The young man was stunned for a moment, but then, stimulated by the sound of the bullet, the others also opened fire. Bullets from all directions were fired at the two people in the crowd.
Everyone quieted down. They saw the man in the black trench coat turn around. He held a long knife in a black scabbard in his hand. He looked at the burn marks on his clothes, his face wearing a silver ghost mask.
"You … You want to kill me with this kind of weapon?"
The low voice sounded in the crowd. Saber shook the bullet marks on his chest slowly. A few bullets were squeezed out by his muscles and fell to the ground. He walked towards the two policemen. Every step he took made the ground under his feet crack. With endless pressure, the two policemen retreated. Even the crowd behind them began to retreat in a hurry.
Bang!
Saber reached out and grabbed a policeman's gun. Under everyone's gaze, he twisted the metal gun into a pile of scrap metal and threw it aside.
"Now, how are you going to kill me?"
"Don't move!"
A voice sounded behind him. It was the guy who held the young man hostage. The muzzle of his gun was pointed at the young man's head. "Otherwise, I'll kill him!"
Saber didn't even turn his head.
Zeng! The long knife was unsheathed.
Swish! The three guns in front of him were cut in the middle.
Saber placed the alloy knife in his hand on the neck of the first policeman and looked at him.
"Kneel!"
The policeman gritted his teeth and glared at him. Saber let out a low laugh. "You think you're a tough guy, right? A tough guy who shoots at a minor, huh? You bastard! "
Swish!
Saber's blade slashed across his neck without hesitation. Blood splattered everywhere. This slash didn't kill him directly, but this scene made everyone around start screaming. They scattered in all directions. Saber grabbed a tall beauty and placed the sharp knife on her neck. He turned around and looked at the guy who held the young man hostage.
"If he dies, I'll bury everyone here with him! Do you believe me? "
"Shoot!"
Saber whispered. "Once you shoot, everything will be over. You'll be able to trigger a massacre caused by the mutated humans. You'll be able to trigger a real war. You'll be treated as a hero by your fellow citizens … Shoot!"
The man's body began to tremble. His finger was on the trigger.
"Kill him and thousands of people will die because of you! Shoot! I told you to shoot! "
"No! No, I beg you! Don't! "
Seiber's roar was accompanied by the screams of the terrified beauty. The man who was holding the young Mutant hostage finally gave in. There were already five ordinary people kneeling beside Seiber. One for five, and one for six. He wasn't that stupid. He threw his gun and ran away. Seiber shrugged and kissed the face of the beauty who was crying in front of him.
"I'm sorry, my dear. I scared you. Go home. Don't participate in such a stupid activity. After all, your life is more important, isn't it?"
The beauty fell to the ground after Saber walked away. Saber ignored her. He walked to the young man, squatted down, and lifted his chin with the blade.
"What's your name, kid?"
"Elred … My name is Elred Chassen. I'm not a mutated human. I swear … Last night, last night, I was just an ordinary student. But this morning … I don't know what happened. I'm not a mutated human. Let me go. I beg you, let me go! I'm not a mutated human! "
The young man was completely terrified. His body trembled. Saber scoffed at his weak words. He lifted him up with one hand and carried him on his shoulder.
"From now on, you are …"
Saber carried Chassen to his car. Behind him, the once clean road was a mess. It was as if they had arrived at a deserted city. Chassen was lucky to have met Saber in the nick of time. However, the other mutated humans who had their X-genes activated by Eric's crazy actions were not so lucky.
The protest lasted for five days and was finally stopped by the intervention of a powerful department. At least 340 new mutated humans died tragically in the hands of angry civilians, including 12 high-ranking government officials and participants who came to participate in the World Leaders Conference. Everything seemed to have calmed down.
It was not until more mutated humans had to leave New York because of their X-genes activation that the news spread around the world. This tragedy was eventually called the "New York Massacre." It directly led to a series of conflicts between the two sides. Even the first and second mutated human wars were a factor in this incident.
The greatest significance of these deaths was that their deaths had successfully dispelled the attitudes of many neutral mutated humans, allowing them to participate in the upcoming turbulent era in a more active manner. Even the initiator, Eric, would not know what kind of door he had opened with his own hands.
But now, the stage was not ready yet. The actors were also confused. So, let's wait patiently. The seeds of chaos had been planted, waiting for them to take root and sprout.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
