In a theater in the East Side of New York, the Broadway classic "Cat" was being performed here. The actors' performance was very high, and the audience below the stage burst into warm applause from time to time. There didn't seem to be anything wrong here. It was like a leisure entertainment for ordinary people, and it wasn't worth paying too much attention to.
However, in Box 13 of the theater, there were some unusual people.
"So, are you sure Saber Hawk is dead?"
The lady who seemed to be wholeheartedly involved in the play asked in a low voice. Beside her, a man in a suit bowed his head and answered very respectfully:
"I'm very sure! Madam, I went to the ruins of the battlefield and saw that the incompetent Purple Man is dead. He died at the hands of Saber. Dong Bing was barely saved, but he was seriously injured and needs a long time to recover. But Saber Hawk is dead! He was poisoned and fought with Charles' students. Our people saw with their own eyes that he was burned by the flames and finally lost his breath. "
"Alas … you are always so blindly confident."
The lady with her hair in a bun picked up the tea on the side and took a sip. She had a very delicate face and a slight scar on the left side of her face. She whispered: "In that world, losing your breath doesn't mean you're dead, but you're right. It's difficult for him to survive under my poison. After all, it's specially prepared for those Mutants."
She closed her eyes slightly and leaned back in the chair as if she was closing her eyes to rest. After a few seconds, she said: "You're hesitating, I can feel it. Why are you hesitating? Do you think it's meaningless for me to send you to kill Saber Hawk? Am I right? "
The bald guy hesitated and finally nodded. He seemed to be afraid of the woman in front of him. He could lower his voice:
"Isn't our biggest opponent now SHIELD? As long as we can control it, the existence of The Devil Gang is meaningless. I really don't understand. It doesn't make sense to attack Saber at the risk of exposing our identity. "
"Three reasons!"
The lady rubbed her temples and refocused her attention on the drama in front of her.
"Firstly, Saber Hawk has sabotaged our plans many times. He seems to be born with some kind of conflict with us. Eric Lancher and Charles Francis Xavier can't suppress him at all. If we let him and his forces continue to develop, it will cause big trouble sooner or later. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity … We can't miss it again."
"Secondly, Saber Hawk has something we need! The unlucky Stryker had already gotten it, but he died an unnatural death. That thing fell into the hands of Saber. We have to be glad that he hasn't discovered the secret yet. Otherwise, he would be more difficult to deal with. "
The lady paused for a moment, and her expression became playful. She said with a hint of delight, "You're right.
"As for the third point, it's out of my personal curiosity. I really want to know if someone as strong as Seb Hawk could still escape from the hands of the God of Death when faced with my poison. Now, it seems like he lacked luck. His story has come to an end. Hehehe, look at that. What a tragedy."
The woman's laughter made the bald guy take a step back. He nodded, straightened his clothes, and said to the woman, "Then, I'll leave first. Madam, Nick Fury has been investigating very urgently recently. I still have a lot of work to do. By the way, I heard that the antidote you developed was very satisfactory to the idiots in Congress. It seems that your plan is finally going to bear fruit."
"Go, Sitwell, don't forget your identity."
The lady didn't turn around, nor did she reply to the topic just now. She turned her back to the bald guy and whispered, "I mean the one behind your back. Many people who live in the sun for a long time will forget that they were born in the shadows. I hope you don't make mistakes, Sitwell … Really, I don't want my poison to appear in your cup one day."
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Her voice was soon drowned out by the applause. Sitwell turned around and looked at the lady who stood up. He exhaled and said softly,
“HailHydra！！”
Hearing this, the lady's lips curled into a smile. However, her good mood didn't last long. After Sitwell left, her cell phone rang. She answered the call, and after listening for less than two seconds, she clenched her fists.
"Trash! All of them are trash! Poison! I don't believe he can escape a second time! "
Five minutes ago, Chas Chandler was driving a luxurious Bentley all the way to a certain square in Manhattan. The dutiful driver couldn't help but look up at the person sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror. That face was obviously Saber Hawk, the boss of The Devil Gang. However, that face had an expression that would never appear on Boss Saber's face.
It was a kind of wild indifference, completely different from the gloomy indifference that Boss usually displayed.
"Saber Hawk" raised his head and looked at the driver in front. He couldn't help but scratch his face and whisper, "What's wrong?"
"Is there a problem?"
"Uh … if I have to say it."
Chandler hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Boss wouldn't show such an expression. You have to be more indifferent, like … like a piece of ice in winter. When you fight, you have to laugh wildly and say strange things. In short, although your face is similar, I can tell at a glance that you're an imposter."
Logan rolled his eyes and spread his hands.
"Come on! Buddy, I thought you guys asked me to come here with a knife to kill some disgusting bastards in their territory. No one told me that I have to act here. But if it's necessary, okay, okay … I'll act well. Oh my god! "
He took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it. Chandler suddenly slapped the steering wheel and shouted, "That's right!
That's the expression! The way you smoke is exactly the same! "
A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of a jewelry store. Chandler opened the door and took a few quick steps forward to open the door for his boss. Logan imitated Saber's appearance in his memory. He walked out of the car, looked around, pulled down the brim of his hat, and took out a wooden box from the car. He carried it on his back and turned to walk into the jewelry store.
Bang!
He propped his hands in front of the confused cashier and took off his glasses, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Saber's. The strange mask even mimicked the eyes of Saber's. Everything seemed to be going according to plan. But just as Logan was about to speak, he suddenly froze.
We all know that Logan had some memory problems because of the Adamantium injection. He would have symptoms of forgetfulness from time to time. He looked at the girl in front of him, who was at most in her twenties. He couldn't help but scratch his head and whisper to himself,
"What was the first sentence?"
"Uh? Sir, do you need any help? "
Logan rolled his eyes and pressed his left hand on the wooden box on his back. He revealed an awkward Saiber-style smile and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
"I'm looking for someone!"
"Who are you looking for?"
"My enemy!"
Bang!
Logan pulled out the black war hammer from the wooden box and smashed it on the exquisite glass cabinet in front of him. He grabbed the little girl who was scared silly amidst the flying shards and threw her out. She landed on Chandler's car. Logan turned around and glanced at the crowd fiercely. He took out a silver, twisted ghost mask and put it on his face. His voice became low and muffled.
"The Devil Gang is here! Miscellaneous people! Get out! "
Boom!
Logan waved his hand and a ball of flame smashed into the glass cabinet that was scattered around. Of course, this was not Hellfire. It was a small flamethrower that Logan had hidden in his hand. SHIELD agents had a lot of these gadgets, and it was enough for Logan to use a rough disguise.
Of course, if you took a closer look, you would be able to tell that something was different. But the problem was that a ferocious-looking man had already started smashing the shop and was heading straight for the lair. How could you expect the guy hiding in the dark to slowly distinguish between right and wrong?
Bang!
There was the sound of a fist hitting the table in the dark room, followed by a roar, "Damn it! Who is this! Saber Hawk! Didn't you say he was dead? "
The Hydra Field Commander, who was wearing a combat uniform and maintaining his weapon, roared at the team members beside him. He pointed at the guy who was crazily setting fire and smashing everything in his way on the monitor. "This is what you said, he's dead?"
"He's dead! I'm sure! "
A team member stood up, gritted his teeth and stared at the monitor screen. He shouted, "I saw it with my own eyes! This must be a disguise! "
"Okay!"
The Captain turned around and pressed the button on the control panel. The next moment, two muzzles that were wildly spraying bullets shot out from the wall. Blood splattered all over Logan's body, but this did not affect his pursuit of the guys running in the flames at all.
"F * ck the disguise! A person can disguise, but can an ability be disguised? "
The Captain kicked the team member down and picked up his phone to make a call. "Look at the speed of his self-healing! Look at his flames! Damn it! Tell me, does Siber Hawk have a younger brother who is also an Advanced Self-Healing Mage? They look exactly the same! Damn it! Damn it! All of you, go and stop him! Since he's not dead, kill him again here! "
As he spoke, the call was connected. The Captain spoke into the microphone with some fear.
"Madam! Their mission has failed. Saber is still alive! "
"Hmm?"
The female voice on the other side snorted. "Alive? What do you mean? "
The Captain swallowed and said with difficulty,
"He found our stronghold and is attacking here … Also, his self-healing is still there. It's not suppressed!"
"Trash!"
The female voice suddenly became high-pitched. "You're all trash! Use poison! I don't believe that he can escape a second time! "
"Yes, madam! Yes, madam! "
The Captain hung up the phone and reached out to take out a small iron box from the console in front of him. He carefully loaded seven bullets filled with poison into his pistol. He gritted his teeth. Even in such a situation, he did not think of running away because he knew that the price of betraying the organization was too high compared to dying here. He turned around and kicked open the door and quickly walked into the passage.
Logan was in a killing mood at this time. He almost completely ignored the Sacred Silver bullets, which had no effect on him. He waved the war hammer in his hand. This heavy thing felt especially good when it smashed people. It was almost one person per hammer. In the burning shop, blood soon flowed like a river.
"That's enough … Logan, lure them out, or we won't be able to support you."
Coulson's voice came from the earpiece. Logan would swing his hammer and send the guy in front of him flying. He was very engrossed in the scene and shouted:
"You bastards! How dare you stand in front of The Devil Gang? I'll burn you to death! "
After saying that, he strode towards the door. The flamethrower in his sleeve kept flinging out flames, looking extremely cool. At this moment, the muscular captain rushed out with his soldiers. He raised his hand and aimed at Logan. At the same time, a cold voice sounded in Logan's ear. "You're right. You're a Samurai.
"Get down!"
Logan instinctively jumped out. The next moment, three whistling arrows were shot from the air into the flames, nailing three people beside the Captain to the ground. At the same time, the members of The Devil Gang who were lying in ambush rushed out and joined the battle.
"There's something wrong with the gun in that guy's hand. It's very likely that he's your target!"
Hawkeye, who was wearing a pair of goggles, stood up from the roof of a building not far away. He took out three arrows and nocked them on his war bow.
"Be careful not to get hit by the bullets. It's very troublesome!"
After that, Hawkeye turned his head and looked at Coulson. The latter nodded at him with some hesitation. Hawkeye closed his eyes slightly and quickly slid down the speed rope to join the battle.
On the other side, the Captain looked at the Mutants rushing out and instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he still pulled the trigger at Logan. Two bullets flew towards Logan's heart. Wolverine threw away his war hammer, and the sharp claws on his hands popped out to block the two bullets in front of his chest. The Captain saw this scene and suddenly widened his eyes.
"You! You're not Saber Hawk! He doesn't have claws! "
"Of course he's not!"
Catherine's figure jumped out from the ground behind the Captain. Her katana drew a beautiful light curtain in the air, bringing with it a cold bloody light. The black pistol flew a few rounds in the air and was firmly caught in her hand. The little girl carefully withdrew the remaining five bullets and put them in a special box. She glanced at the headless body at her feet with relief.
"You'll soon see the real Saber Hawk … your hell is coming!"
On the other side, Coulson heard Hawkeye's voice in his ear.
"The liquid residue has been collected … Let's withdraw!"
A complicated light flashed in Coulson's eyes. He paused for a few seconds, then picked up the communicator.
"Battle plan successful! Withdraw! "
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