Although it was good to know that he was not a monster, what made Saber very unhappy was that according to the order of mutant abilities at the end of the text, he could only be sure of one thing no matter how he looked at it.
He was just an Epsilon Class Mutant, the weakest one.
Self-healing was definitely a very powerful ability. Even after the highest level of self-healing, it would add the attribute of immortality. Because its essence was that the cell activity was strong to the extreme, and there was no limit to the number of cell divisions of ordinary people. This meant that they could divide infinitely, and as long as there was an energy supply, they could live for many, many years.
The text also specifically cited an example of self-healing. In the Asian battlefield of World War II, there was a US soldier who was tortured after being captured by the Japanese army. He was even imprisoned in the prison of Nagasaki, and finally, he was attacked by an atomic bomb, but even then, he still did not die.
Later, he was active in the Vietnam War battlefield. After the war ended, he disappeared, but one thing was certain, he was definitely not dead.
He called himself Logan, and no one knew his real name.
That was the most powerful manifestation of self-healing.
It sounded good, but if there was a basic level in front of this ability, it would be boring. Saber was in this situation. He could only recover by consuming energy, and he did not have the powerful immortality of the soldier Logan. It was said that even if his arm was cut off, Logan could complete self-healing in less than 10 seconds.
"Even if he wanted to commit suicide, there is probably no weapon on this planet that can kill him."
This was the last note of the text, and Saber was very envious. If he could have such a self-healing ability, would it be so difficult to fight Batman? Using his body to resist was enough to solve most of the problems he encountered.
However, this kind of thing was not impossible. It was said that the ability of Mutants could be improved by long-term training. Saber did not know where his limit was, but he believed that he did not come to this world to be killed by a bullet in the end.
His thoughts about the mutants didn't last long because there was another matter in front of him.
An hour after the agents left, it was close to midnight. Seiber drove around the city a few times and finally found a decent sized villa in the suburbs. He was wearing a black casual outfit, a long coat, and an old-fashioned pair of sunglasses left by his father. He jumped out of the car and walked into the white villa with a large suitcase in his hand. There was a small garden in front of him that was meticulously taken care of.
He walked to the door and knocked on it. A few minutes later, a middle-aged black man opened the door.
He seemed to have just fallen asleep, and his face was still filled with anger after being woken up. He looked at Saber who was standing outside the door and scolded him angrily.
"Bastard, don't you know what time it is? Take your things and scram. Come back tomorrow morning! "
Just as she was about to close the door, Saber stopped her with his arm.
"Brother Lucius, I'm not just here to repair this armor. Tell me, what weapon did Wayne Enterprises' European Division design for the UA Army's Desert Battle Plan?"
This sentence quickly made Lucius' remaining anger fade. He frowned and looked at Saber. He reached out to open the door and turned sideways.
"Come in and talk!"
Seiber shrugged and looked around. After confirming that there was nothing out of the ordinary, he walked into the room.
Lucius was a middle-aged widower. After his divorce, he had been alone. Because of his focus, he was able to become the think tank of the development department of the entire Wayne Industries. Unfortunately, in recent years, after Earl, the big-hearted chairman, took control of the overall situation, Lucius, who had always been at odds with him, was transferred to a salted department and was recently fired.
This middle-aged man with a high IQ took good care of his house. After entering the room, Saber felt as if he had returned to the last century. The place was full of nostalgia. Saber even saw a well-preserved metal compass from a ship.
"Well, you and Dad must have a common topic."
Saber shrugged, put the box in his hand aside, and sat on the sofa with his hands leaning on the edge. Lucius, in pajamas, went to the kitchen to make two cups of coffee and sat across from Saber. He smelled the cigar in Saber's hand and frowned.
"Tell me, where did you hear about this thing? This is a project that only the higher-ups in Wayne Industries know about. Even Earl may not know about it. "
"Don't worry about where I got the news."
Saber puffed out a mouthful of smoke, straightened his body, and narrowed his eyes. "Just tell me, how strong is this thing? Can it destroy a city? "
"Destroy? A city? Watch less movies, kid. "
Lucius leaned back on the sofa with a cup of coffee. He took a sip of the hot coffee to calm himself down, then glanced at Saber and shook his head. "You think too much. Wayne Industries is not an arms group, and we can't create a weapon that can destroy a city. That thing can't even be called a weapon. It's part of a complete combat system, codenamed '47B1ME.' The first sample was just taken off the production line from the German branch a month ago."
"Then what is it used for?"
Saber asked again. Lucius put on his black-rimmed glasses and rubbed his forehead. Being awakened from his sleep made him feel tired. He whispered, "It's a high-power microwave.
"It's a kind of high-power microwave emitter. It's designed to evaporate the enemy's water resources. In a desert battle, the evaporation of one party's water resources will lead to the collapse of the battle line in an instant. However, I heard that the military design department has done some dangerous tests using clean water as a medium. When necessary, this thing can be used to spread water-soluble chemicals … This is an illegal design, but the law can't affect the military."
Saber's face instantly turned cold. He thought of Klein, who was the vanguard of the Shadow Warriors, and the fear gas that he and his subordinates poured into Gotham's sewers. He immediately understood what these lunatics were planning to do.
"Then, Lucius, when you were treating Bruce, you came into contact with Klein's fear gas, right? Tell me, how long will it take for the Gotham City Government to clean up the poisonous substances in the city's sewers?"
"Why are you asking this?"
Lucius curiously placed the coffee in his hand on the table. From his point of view, Saber was not the kind of person who cared about the safety of the city. However, his strange questions came one after another tonight. However, Saber did not answer. Instead, he looked at him. His gaze made Lucius feel uneasy. He pursed his lips and guessed.
"Currently, Gotham City is using a water system that was designed decades ago. I've seen the blueprints before, and they are designed to recycle the underground water. So, if you ask this question, the answer will be … if there are no special circumstances, with the efficiency of the Gotham City government, it will take at least one month! That's underground water. Saber, that's not drinking water! "
The middle-aged man sighed.
"That won't affect the normal order of Gotham. Don't expect the bureaucrats to put in the effort."
"Hehe, then they better start putting in the effort now!"
Saber placed his phone in front of Lucius and reached out to press the play button. A slightly distorted voice sounded.
"Seven days ago, assassins from the Alliance of Shadow Warriors seized a cargo ship equipped with special equipment in the Atlantic Ocean. They will arrive in Gotham in a few days. The equipment was made by the European division of Wayne Industries for the US Army's Desert Battle Plan. Be careful, Saber. Seeing that we have a good chat, I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't show mercy to those lunatics. You can also pass this sentence to the 'hero' beside you."
Coulson's warning!
Of course, Saber recorded it. This was an instinct left in the deepest part of his body. After the voice finished playing, Lucius smashed the coffee cup that he had just picked up on the ground. The slightly warm liquid spilled everywhere on the neatly maintained floor.
"This … where did you get this news? Earl! Damn it! No wonder he used such a lame reason to fire me that day! That bastard! He hid the news! He's going to kill everyone! "
Lucius put his hands on the table and looked at Saber sternly. He questioned, "How reliable is this news?"
Saber spread his hands on both sides of the sofa. His eyes narrowed slightly as he replied in a detached tone.
"I have my sources … I can only tell you that the reliability is above 80%. Do you understand? Lucius, this is proof of my goodwill. Afo said that he hired me on behalf of the Wayne family, but now I haven't even seen the shadow of the weapon I wanted. Please tell Afo that I brought the news and fulfilled my responsibility. This news is enough to compensate for the value of the armor! As for how to deal with it, that's your business. "
After that, Saber stood up and was about to walk out of the door when Lucius' voice sounded behind him.
"Seiber … are you trying to express your dissatisfaction? If I remember correctly, three days ago, you and Bruce had just turned from enemies to friends. "
"Oh my God! My time is very valuable. Brother Lucius, I've long said that I need something powerful to protect myself, but you see, I kept my promise, didn't I? I came to share the news with you as soon as possible, but unfortunately, Old Afo's promise hasn't been fulfilled. Don't tell me that the famous Wayne family in this city can't even get some guns … That's not a funny joke. "
Saber came back to his senses. He stroked his hair and said in a helpless and amused voice.
"I'm simply using my life to play games with you overcautious bastards. You see, I killed Klein. With your wisdom, do you think those lunatics will let me go when they come? On one hand, you want to rope me in, but on the other hand, you're restricting me. I admit that I lost to Bruce. I don't kill people! I'll fulfill his request! But when those people come, brother, do you want me to deal with them with two pistols and a knife? You don't really think I'm a god, do you? "
He stretched out a finger and shook it in the air. There was a trace of stubbornness and cunning in his eyes.
"Children understand that if you want to play together, you have to show your sincerity, right? Why don't you play your game, and I play mine … Anyway, I'm alone. No one will feel sorry for me if I die. "
Lucius was silent for a few seconds. He raised his head, took off his glasses, and solemnly said to Saber, "I'll talk to you about this matter.
"I'll talk to Alfred about this. Seber, we're on the same boat now. Don't use this method to express your dissatisfaction. When disaster strikes, I hope we can stand together."
"Then show your sincerity!"
Saber took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He cracked a bright smile. "You see, as long as you fulfill my request, I'm a very easy person to talk to, right?"
Lucius looked at Saber, wanting to say something but hesitating. Saber knew what he wanted to say. Wayne was obviously worried about what Saber would do after he obtained enough resources, especially after the arrival of the Shadow Warriors. The entire city would inevitably be in chaos. At that time, even Bruce would not be able to restrain Saber.
Some people could never be restrained. Saber losing to Bruce did not mean that he had lost all his freedom. Bruce also knew this. Saber's meaning was obvious. Wayne's suppression made him very unhappy, and now, unless Batman thought he could handle everything, they had to stop suppressing Saber.
They had no other choice!
Choose the lesser of two evils … This was a principle that Afo and Lucius, who were old and wise, would not fail to understand.
(I was in a bad mood yesterday. Sorry, I shouldn't have posted those negative emotions in the book … What I meant was, I have considered all the problems that everyone raised, whether it was my weak ability, my relationship with Batman, or the problem of the chaotic plot. I have considered all of them. Please, brothers, give me some confidence. How can he be a weak Level E self-healing ability? How can he kneel down and lick the boots of other superheroes? In addition, let him grow bit by bit. It's much better than letting him explode from the beginning. This way, at least the power system won't collapse in the middle and early stages. If there's anything that can't be done in the original story, we can skip it. We can't always ask for more. Also, I apologize to the brothers who were attacked by me yesterday. This chapter said that the PC version would not display it, and I messed around with it for a long time. It was very annoying, and then I saw that … Did you really think I would quit? You underestimated me … I'm a man who once wrote 2 million without signing a contract. Well, this chapter has too many words, but it's still a free chapter, so it doesn't matter. Please continue to support me! Thank you! I'll give you a different story!)
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