When Rum Lowe came down from the third floor with a black suitcase, he saw the silent Syber and Coulson who was leisurely drinking watermelon juice. He was already used to this kind of scene. Whenever Coulson participated in a mission, it would basically end up like this.
As Saber said, Coulson was very good at "persuasion", and Coulson did not lie to Saber. It was really impossible for a Level 8 agent, a Level 7 agent, and him, the commander of the Rapid Response Agent Force, to be dispatched together for a narrow island incident.
They had another mission this time. They just passed by Gotham on the way and received the order from Director Nick Fury to deal with the trouble caused by Saber.
Although Rum Lowe also felt that Saber was a dangerous person, for SHIELD, which was as huge as Mount Olympus, Saber, who mysteriously appeared in Gotham, was just a dispensable little guy. The things he did may be terrible for the city, but for them, it was not worth mentioning.
Coulson turned his head and looked at Rum Lowe and the box in his hand. The latter nodded at him. Coulson understood. He turned his head and drank the last mouthful of watermelon juice with a straw. He stood up, straightened his clothes, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered.
"Seven days ago, assassins from the Alliance of Shadow Warriors hijacked a cargo ship with special equipment. They will arrive in Gotham in a few days. The equipment was made by the European division of Wayne Industries for the UA Army's Desert Battle Plan. Be careful, Saber, for the sake of our pleasant conversation, I'll give you a piece of advice. For those lunatics, don't be merciful. You can also pass this sentence to the" hero "beside you."
He took a small box from Agent Iceberg behind him and placed it next to Saber.
"This is a little" gift "from me to you. Klein once used drugs to kill nearly a hundred people in Eastern Europe. You killed him and comforted the souls of the dead. You did the right thing."
After that, he picked up the sunglasses on his chest and put them on. Then, he walked out of the Old Gun Bar with his two companions. Soon, the roar of the engine could be heard. Then, it slowly faded away.
In the bright black SUV, Rum was in charge of driving while Coulson and Melinda Mae sat in the back seat. The silent female agent was holding a black suitcase in her hand. She rubbed her fingers on the suitcase for a moment, then turned to look at Coulson and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's the matter?
"You seem to think highly of him, Coulson. It's not like you."
"Value him? No, no, no. Personal preference can't be the basis for our actions, May. "
Coulson took off his sunglasses and let out a long sigh. He looked at the brightly lit Gotham Pier outside the window. "This city is very special. It was once a symbol of the rapid economic development of the United States, but some people have already called it the 'Capital of Crime'. Look at these people outside the window. May, we should be protecting them, but we don't have enough strength. What can they do in the face of the violence happening around them?"
"Normal people can't protect themselves even if they have a gun. Batman alone is not enough to make it safer. It's not that I think highly of him, but he's very mysterious, isn't he? In this city where we are weak, it's good to have one more person who is kind to us, especially when he's a mutant. You've observed him for a long time, May. Do you think he's trustworthy? "
"How can someone like him be trustworthy? I can feel a threat when I stand in front of him. "
Agent May shook her head. She took out a document from the box beside her and opened it. It was a personal profile. The blurry photo was of Saber, the one who saved Robin that night. Rachel was right. Many people had seen the surveillance footage.
"Saber Hawk, a mutant who mysteriously appeared in Gotham a week ago. His abilities are suspected to be self-healing and temporary strength enhancement. Initial assessment is that he is an Epsilon class mutant. Master-level martial arts, proficient in firearms, violent tendencies, extremely egotistical and unrestrained. Suspected to have received strict training from a mysterious organization. Threat level B +. Necessary operation to deal with him. Special agents below Level 5 are not recommended to act alone."
After Mei finished reading Seiber's information, she flipped to the last page. However, it was completely blank. This surprised her. She looked at Coulson, who grinned at her.
"How is it? Did you feel it? Even with our investigative abilities, we couldn't find any information about his past even after two days. His family, his social circle, his religious beliefs, where he came from, we know absolutely nothing about him! I admit that I'm curious about him, but from the looks of it, he can't affect the overall situation. "
Coulson rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes slightly.
"Anyway, it's just some information about the mutants. It won't break the balance. I'm more worried about General Trisko and his' Weapon X 'project. It's hard to imagine that the Department of Defense would approve such a sensitive experiment. Although the director tried his best to get us to monitor it, I just hope that they can do it discreetly and not provoke the crazy' Mutant Brotherhood '."
"It's the Weapon X project. You forgot to mention the X"
Rum, who was driving, turned around and said, "I think it's pretty good. Oh right, Coulson, that box has been opened."
Coulson nodded.
"I know, but it's nothing. It's just the Fear Gas. The director doesn't intend to make all the insiders disappear. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent us. Facing the Shadow Warrior Alliance, they also need something special. Saber and that bat, I hope we don't have to clean up the mess in the end."
The conversation between the three agents was naturally not known to others. After they left, Saber turned off the lights and sat alone in the dark. He seemed to be thinking in this quiet environment, but from the cigar in his hand and the thick smoke, it was obvious that his heart was not calm.
Mutants!
He had always doubted whether his self-healing ability was abnormal. Now it seemed that his worst guess was confirmed by Coulson. He did not doubt Coulson's evaluation of him. In fact, he did not think that any agent from SHIELD would lie to him about this kind of thing.
Coulson should not be an ordinary person. Saber could feel a hint of a commander's temperament from him. He should be in the middle of the organization, and as Saber, who had experienced similar events, he also knew that the narrow island incident was not a big deal in the eyes of the mayor of Gotham.
There were eight million people in this city!
He opened the small box in his hand, and there was a data card in it. Saber took a deep breath. People who made a living at the muzzle of a gun would not give in so easily, even if life gave him one stick after another. He took out his mobile phone and put the data card in it.
A picture marked with the SHIELD logo opened on the screen and rotated. Saber gently pressed the OK button and a document popped out.
"Mutants, this is a mysterious existence almost as long as the history of human civilization."
This sentence immediately attracted Saber's attention. He put the cigar in his hand in the ashtray and began to read the document with rapt attention. Although Coulson modestly said that it was a "small gift", it was definitely one of the things Saber needed most now.
"At Pierce's invitation, I came from far away Europe to the post-war United States and began to engage in this amazing research work. I dare say that I am the first person to take full charge of this research after the unfortunate death of Professor Bolivar Trask. It is really an honor … blah blah blah."
Saber turned two pages. This should be a research report. Saber was not interested in the feelings and preparations of the scholars. He soon found the really important thing.
"I found that the genes of all 237 subjects in the experiment contained a part of the structure that was different from that of ordinary people. It was only a small part, but I believe that this was the reason why they were different from ordinary people. More importantly, in the genes of ordinary people, I also found some genetic fragments that were very similar to these messy but beautiful genetic fragments, but they were not 'activated'."
"Professor Bolivar named it the 'X gene'. Unfortunately, his research materials were lost in the chaos, so we had to start from scratch. After 15 months of research, after the discussion of the entire team, we believe that whether this short gene fragment is activated or not is the decisive factor that determines whether a newborn will become a mutant. There are two ways to activate it. The first is to activate it at birth, which means that the newborn will become a mutant."
"This situation is very rare, but in the research materials I have at hand, such mutants are all extremely powerful beta or alpha mutants, such as Magneto who destroyed 11 concentration camps in Nazi Germany, or Charles Xavier, the mutant leader who is kind to the government. It is worth mentioning that he is going to open a school in Queens, New York to provide education for mutant children. This is a real good thing. Ordinary people are afraid of this power, but we all know that ordinary people are stupid. Those poor children finally have a home."
After Saber finished reading this paragraph, several names appeared in his mind, but he did not stop. Instead, he continued to read.
"The second situation of activating the X gene is much more common. Most of them experience severe emotional fluctuations during adolescence, which will lead to the activation of the X gene. 95% of mutants appear in this situation, but it is undeniable that compared to the total number of people with the X gene in their bodies, the mutants who are currently activated are definitely a minority. Don't doubt it, maybe your best friend is a potential carrier of the X gene."
"If we look at it purely from this point, I have to regretfully conclude that mutants are actually more like the evolutionary direction of ordinary people. Due to the incomplete statistics of the past, I can only make a guess: with the passage of time, the number of mutants will increase and eventually reach a state of normalcy. Overall, the threshold of the number of mutants should be 10% -15% of the total human population. This is a number that is enough to affect the progress of human society and civilization."
"If we have enough time and energy to search in ancient legends and myths, it is not difficult to find that many of the heroes in those stories and those famous people in history have the characteristics of mutants, such as Merlin who used magic by King Arthur's side, the necromancer in the distant eastern legends who sailed a big ship to find the elixir of immortality for the emperor, the giants in Norse mythology, and so on. If this guess is true, we have to face a pessimistic fact: mutants have already left their traces in the history of human civilization, and they are more numerous and more gorgeous than ordinary people."
"So, whether we are willing to admit it or not, they are our stronger and wiser compatriots. They are not monsters!"
"Attached with Mutant Ability Classification Table – 1959 Edition."
The research report was not long. It took Saber 15 minutes to finish reading it. There was a document with the same name marked as the 1998 revision. Saber did not open it immediately. He needed to digest the knowledge he had just obtained.
The rigor and speculation in this article gave him a clear understanding of the mutants. Perhaps it was the last sentence left by the unknown professor, or perhaps it was because Saber had calmed down. In short, after reading it, he felt a special sense of security.
Humans were all like this. When they realized that they might be a freak in a crowd, they would always feel pressured. However, once there were many people like them around, that kind of pressure would disappear in an instant, even if they might not be able to see their own kind for the rest of their life.
But now, at least he was sure of one thing. In this new world, he was not a freak, and he faintly felt that the real door of this world had been opened to him little by little.
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