The villa that hid the underground prison had been completely destroyed, but it was now in a very bad state. The ground 150 meters above the ground was in a state of collapse and not collapse. It was like a state of quantum entanglement that could be completely annihilated at any time, but until that moment came, it could barely hold on.
No one knew when the ball of annihilation light that was left in the space below would calm down or explode, swallowing everything around it. It was like a super unstable bomb. Who knew what kind of consequences it would cause?
But this was not Saber's problem.
When he carried the unconscious Professor Xavier out of the ground, the members of the Devil Gang had already retreated far away. The three guys who escaped before, except for the red tank, who ran unstoppably and broke through the blockade with brute force, the other two guys were firmly pinned down in place.
The doppelganger James and Arc Light were miserable. The little devils were ruthless. The doppelganger's arms were stretched out, and Arc Light was lying on the ground with blood all over his face. No one knew if he was dead or alive. The surroundings had been completely cleared. Hydra left dozens of corpses and retreated in a hurry. The war mech that was left in place was also completely destroyed.
Saber glanced at the wreckage that looked like post-war ruins. He swung his hand and put Professor Xavier on his back aside. He turned his head and looked at Pixie, who lowered her head and did not speak. She felt the gaze that made her scalp tingle and did not know what to say. She could only lower her head and not speak.
"You've made a mistake, and you need to be punished!"
Saber looked around and whispered, "But now is not the time to talk about this. When all of this is over, you can go back to Gotham and be punished."
"Okay."
Pixie did not refute and nodded obediently. If she could say this, it meant that Boss Saber had accepted her again. However, The Devil Gang had always been very wary of betrayal, and the punishment would not be light.
"Boss, we just saw Magneto fly away with Grey Jean!"
Santals whispered behind him, "Should we chase?"
"Don't chase!"
Saber waved his hand. He pondered for a few seconds and looked at Professor Charles. "Let's go back to the base first. I know where they went. They can't escape."
However, when the group returned to the base, Seiber found an unexpected person waiting for him. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Level 8 agent, Phil Coulson, was standing in front of the base with a pair of sunglasses on. He came alone, seemingly unafraid of the Devil's Gang members who were armed with guns around him.
Seeing Saber coming out of the car, Agent Coulson stood up, showed him a very amiable smile, and extended his hand to him.
"I'm glad to see you safe and sound, Mr. Saber. I think it's time for us to talk about cooperation."
Saber looked at the hand in front of him. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he still shook it.
"Agent Coulson, thank you for everything you've done for me. You've won my friendship again. But SHIELD, I'll be frank. You have serious internal problems. I won't consider cooperating with you too deeply until you solve your internal problems."
He said very directly, "I'm afraid of being sold off by you."
The two men walked into the living room. The others saw that the boss wanted to talk about something and returned to their rooms. Catherine and Pixie carried Professor Charles to the medical room. The old man was seriously injured. Not only did he take Grey Jean's Obliteration attack head-on, but more importantly, the months of detention had damaged his body.
Coulson looked at Professor Charles who disappeared around the corner. He touched his chin and said to Saber:
"It's inconvenient to leave Professor X with you, isn't it? Why don't you give him to us … "
"Give him to you, and then join forces to kill me?"
Saber snorted unceremoniously. "I killed two of his students, made one of them crazy, and imprisoned the other two. He and I are already enemies. I don't have the habit of giving away my enemies."
"What if we can guarantee that the professor won't trouble you for at least five years?"
Coulson spread out his hands, leaned forward, and said in a very sincere voice, "Nick Fury has realized some of his previous mistakes, so now I'm in charge of dealing with you mystical forces. I'm a pacifist, I won't use force to solve problems that can be solved peacefully, and I won't hide it from you."
He pondered for a few seconds and organized his words.
"We will strive to bring the Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters, which exists in name only, under the jurisdiction of SHIELD. The professor himself is not the kind of person who will abandon everything for hatred. I believe we can cooperate well. Most importantly, if you give him to us, you won't have a chance to meet. If you don't meet, how can you be hostile?"
"Hmm … Well said."
Saber leaned on the sofa, rolled his eyes and glanced at him. He said sarcastically, "It's better than singing. It seems that you still treat me as an idiot. Everything has to be fair. If I give Professor Charles to you and strengthen your strength, what can I get?"
He took out a box of cigars from his pocket and threw it on the table. He took out one and lit it. Amidst the smoke, he crossed his legs on the table and whispered:
"You're not thinking of getting something from me without risking anything, are you?"
At this point, how could Coulson not understand that Seiber was waiting for him to name his price? Coulson raised a finger and said, "Alright.
"Agent May will resign from SHIELD. She will be a free woman."
Saber shook his hand. "I'm not a guy who has never seen a woman before. This is not enough!"
"We can give The Devil Gang the right to do business in the United States!"
Coulson added another piece of evidence, but Seiber didn't even look up.
"Not enough!"
Coulson gritted his teeth and threw out his trump card.
"Plus the information and intelligence sharing of the entire SHIELD!"
"I have Felicity, your database. I can come and go as I want."
Saber was a little impatient. He reached out and knocked on the table. "Can't you say something that's really sincere?"
"For example?"
Coulson took a deep breath and calmed down. He looked at Saber. "For example? What do you want? "
Saber's eyes narrowed. He put down the cigar in his mouth and softly spat out two words.
"Gotham!"
Coulson's expression froze. He knew what Saber meant by these two words, but he couldn't agree. It seemed that he couldn't even consider this issue! SHIELD has many rules, but it is based on only one: to maintain the territorial integrity and sovereignty of the United States and not be infringed by any force.
Syber wanted to carve out a city from this country … This was a direct violation of SHIELD's bottom line.
"Well, let's not talk about this issue anymore."
Agent Coulson waved his hand dispiritedly. "You don't want to give the professor to us at all, but you can't lock him up. You and I both know that."
"That's what I need to think about."
Saber snorted. He took a puff of his cigar and looked at Coulson. "Tell me why you're here. Let me hear what you plan to do."
"We're going to start a war with the Brotherhood in California!"
Coulson said directly. "Congress made a stupid decision. The drug to cure the mutants is a really good thing, but they chose the worst time to push it out. But we have to clean up their mess. Those stupid politicians have been scared out of their wits."
"But it's a pity that the ill-intentioned Brotherhood wants to completely destroy the existing order. This is an act of war that cannot be tolerated."
He said a lot as if he was complaining. Finally, he looked up at Saber.
"At present, the forces that have been identified are the resurgent Hydra, the Ten-Ring gang from Europe, and the Brotherhood, which is the main force of the attack. We don't know if there are other forces, but these three seem to be your opponents, so …"
He looked up and glanced at Saber.
"I'm here to invite you to join the war!"
The resolute and decisive words jolted Seiber's spirit, but he soon revealed a doubtful expression. He looked at Coulson playfully.
"Why are you so sure that I'll join the war? Maybe I want to take a break for a while … Maybe I'm still a hidden … How do you say that word? Oh, right, what about the Pacifists? "
"Then that's the funniest joke I've heard in the past ten years."
Coulson snorted. "Hydra's recent conspiracies have been against you and The Devil Gang. I believe you've already grasped their cooperation with the Hand. You're a thorn in their side. The Ten-Ring gang has enemies all over the world, but you might not know this yet, but you've already entered their internal wanted list. Your head is worth 30 million dollars!"
"What?"
Saber's eyes widened. "Only 30 million? Those bastards are underestimating me, aren't they? "
This interrupted the line that Coulson had been preparing for a long time. He rolled his eyes and could only say stiffly,
"I don't have to say more about your relationship with the Brotherhood … Look, your opponents have gathered. If you don't take advantage of this opportunity to wipe them all out, are you going to keep them around for Christmas?"
With that, he shrugged and put on his sunglasses.
"Most importantly, you'll be standing by the side of the Goddess of Victory this time."
This strong confidence made Saber's expression turn strange. He pointed at Coulson and said doubtfully,
"The Goddess of Victory's Beloved? You? No way. As far as I remember, SHIELD lost miserably every time. To be honest, I think I despise you a little. "
Coulson wasn't ashamed or angry at Saber's straightforwardness. On the contrary, he acted very naturally. He spread out his hands with an innate confidence.
"We've failed many times, but we've succeeded even more times in places you can't see.
"An organization like ours isn't afraid of failure, because we can afford to lose. Saber, this is also why I'm willing to get along with you peacefully. Even if The Devil Gang suddenly turns hostile, we have a way to deal with it … We can afford to lose, but you can't.
"To us, an occasional failure might only be humiliation and pain, but to you, a single failure means complete death."
Coulson shrugged.
"You see, occasional pain is not as irreparable as death. As a potential opponent and a private friend, I want to remind you …"
The Level 8 agent blinked and said softly, "Don't underestimate us.
"Don't underestimate us. Otherwise, if we really fight, you will … lose miserably! Speaking of which, are you going to fight with me in California or not? "
Saber spread out his hands. "Of course, why not? But I'm really curious, where does your confidence come from? Even I would have a headache facing the Mutants Brotherhood. "
"You want to see the source of our confidence? Okay. "
Coulson reached out and pressed his ear. To be precise, he pressed the headset in his ear and called:
"Helicarrier Command!"
"Roger! Level 8 agent Mr. Coulson, orders issued! "
The metallic sound rippled in the air around the two men. Coulson looked at Saber, reached out and motioned him not to panic, then looked up at the sky. There was only a cold ceiling in sight, but his eyes seemed to be looking at a higher airspace.
"Send us up!"
"Swoosh"
Two blue beams of light enveloped Saber and Coulson, and more beams of light enveloped the other people in the villa. In the next second, everyone in the villa was at a loss as the blue light dissipated, and their bodies disappeared directly.
Speaking of which, I know that you, like Saber, have underestimated SHIELD, haven't you?
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