"So, I've been sent here?"
Pixie looked around at the dusty room with a pained expression. She scratched her head in frustration and finally sighed. She began to tidy up her surroundings in resignation. This was Queens, New York. It was a room that was not considered luxurious. It was where Pixie would be staying for the next few months, or even the next few years.
Behind her was a curious boy in jeans, a baseball cap, and a bag. He looked to be about 15 or 16 years old. His eyes were filled with unconcealable fear. He did not seem to like talking, but he was one of Mischievous Brat's future companions.
Leech, who had just joined The Devil Gang, had a new name now.
"Hey, Eric, why don't you come and help?"
Mischievous Brat turned her head and looked at the boy who was standing there in a daze. She naturally reached out and grabbed his hand. If there was one thing that made Mischievous Brat the happiest, it was probably this.
She had finally found a companion that she could interact with without killing. Leech's special ability meant that Mischievous Brat could not hurt him at all. As long as he used his ability, Mischievous Brat could freely be an ordinary person. This gave the girl, who had been depressed for years, a new hope in life. It also allowed her to become best friends with Leech Eric in just a few days, and their relationship was still improving.
Yes, Leech was now called Eric, Eric Hawke.
This name was given by Leech himself, in memory of the old man who died in front of him that night. Especially after knowing about Magneto's deeds, Leech no longer hated him, and even faintly worshipped him, even though the old man wanted to kill him completely that night.
However, Magneto's deeds were indeed irresistible to a young man like him. Magneto was a respectable ancestor who fought his whole life until he died.
"Let me sweep the floor!"
Eric was still a little unaccustomed to Mischievous Brat's enthusiasm. He broke free from Mischievous Brat's hand and picked up the broom to sweep the floor. He turned around and was hugged by Mischievous Brat. She took a deep breath and said softly, "Don't misunderstand.
"Don't misunderstand, I don't like you. I just want to experience the feeling of hugging. Oh my god, I haven't hugged anyone in five years."
As she spoke, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Erick the leech. Erick had delicate features. Suddenly, Naughty Girl thought of something. She suddenly reached out her hand and slammed it against the wall. Erick, who was caught off guard, took a step back and leaned against the wall.
Oh no, Eric the Leech was cornered.
The next moment, Pixie kissed him. Eric's eyes widened, but soon, that special feeling made him a little lost. When a boy and a girl were together, this kind of thing was sometimes difficult to control. So when they woke up, the two were already sitting on the bed, and they looked very intimate with each other.
'This is awkward …'
Mischievous Kid clenched her teeth. She flipped over and straddled Erick's waist. She clenched her teeth and glared at the terrified Erick.
"If there are no accidents, I can only be with you for the rest of my life … Don't be as fickle as Boss Saber! Otherwise, I'll cut it off! I mean what I say! "
Erick the leech was dumbfounded. He subconsciously nodded. Pixie's cheeks flushed red.
"Now … Kiss me, idiot!"
At this moment, in Gotham, Saber was sitting on the balcony drinking tea. A weak figure walked out of the house and leaned lazily on the chair opposite Saber. Riven the Mystic looked like she had nothing to live for. She picked up a cup of tea and drank it while looking at the scenery in front of her. Her eyes were unfocused.
"He's dead, right?"
"Yes, he's dead. I killed him with my own hands."
Saber's eyes didn't open. He said as if he was sleep-talking, "He's buried in the graveyard next to Pops. You can go visit him when you're free. The old man died very stubbornly. He was a Warrior until he died."
Shing!
A dagger was pressed against Saber's neck. Saber's expression didn't change. He just looked at the tea in his hand. It was soaked with blood. He sighed.
"Sigh, what a waste of a good cup of tea."
He raised his head and looked at Riven.
"Did you vent your anger?"
"No!"
Riven roared crazily. "How could you kill him! Why did you kill him! You didn't have to kill him! Even if you want to imprison him, that would be fine! Why did you … Why did you have to be so cruel? "
Saber looked at the Mystic who was like a lunatic. He didn't say anything. He waited until the Mystic was squatting on the ground like a child. She hugged her head and cried. He stood up and walked to her side. He said in a low voice.
"Don't you understand? He wanted to die. "
"If he didn't want to die, I wouldn't have killed him so easily. He was too tired. He needed to rest. His friendship with Charles, his responsibility for the Mutants, his pursuit of self, and this cruel world. He was already too tired. This was the best result for him."
"But I want him to live!"
Riven screamed. "I don't care if he can become the Mutants' hero! I don't care if he fails again and again! I don't care! I just want him to live! Even if he's old, even if he can't walk, I still want him to live! You don't understand what he means to me! You don't understand! "
"Fuck off! Fuck off! "
Riven was emotional. Saber helplessly shook his head. He wasn't bored enough to get angry with a pitiful woman who had lost everything. He just patted Riven's shoulder and said softly.
"But we can't be too selfish, right?"
"His name might not be on Heaven's list. He was never born, never died, never existed! Magneto, Eric Lancher, he is a legend among legends. You and I both know this … Let him live in your heart. If the world has forgotten him, you are responsible for remembering him. "
"I need you to go to New York to monitor Hydra's movements. You know very well who killed him. I don't think you will refuse, right?"
After a long time, Riven wiped away her tears. The blue scales on the surface of her body changed quickly. In an instant, she turned into a cold intellectual beauty. She glanced indifferently at Saber and crossed her arms.
"I will never work for you! Saber Hawke, this is for Eric! I will personally send the people who killed him to hell one by one, and the last one will be you! "
Saber shrugged. He closed his eyes and continued to bask in the sun.
"Do whatever you want. As long as you can kill me, I welcome you."
Riven turned and left. When she walked out of the room, she hesitated for a moment and said,
"Be careful of Eric's son and daughter, Pietro and Walter. They are two Mutants with great potential. I don't like them, but if they want to surprise you … Then you are destined to be in trouble!"
Saber waved his hand and said lazily, "Let them come.
"Let them come. When the trouble reaches a certain number, I don't care anymore. By the way, before you leave, can you help me look for Professor Ethan at the port's logistics office? He seems to be having a good time in Gotham. Have him come to me. I have something that I need him to do. Don't let too many people know about this, okay?"
Riven didn't answer, but this silence in itself was actually a kind of answer.
Far away in Sokovia, a city on the edge of Eastern Europe. This was a civilized world for tourism. 70% of the people here were tourists, and the remaining 30% had been living here for hundreds of years. It was said that for a period of time, many Jews from Nazi Germany lived here. Many of them had settled down here. Generally speaking, this was a peaceful city.
It was so peaceful that people who came here quickly fell in love with it.
In a mansion on the edge of the city, it was usually very lively. The owners of this place were two young people. They always liked to hold banquets here, inviting people of the same age and the old to come and play. Everyone liked this pair of siblings, but their father was very mysterious. He only showed his face a few times. He was a very dignified old man, but he was a real Jew, so he had a good relationship with the people nearby.
But today, the mansion was dead silent. Walter Django Maximoff and her brother, Pietro Django Maximoff, sat in the living room in silence. She was holding a letter in her hand. It was from their father's allies, the people her father called "untrustworthy."
This letter brought with it terrible news. Their father, Magneto Erik Lancel, was dead. He was killed by the new leader of the Mutants, Saibo Hawke.
This was a bolt out of the blue for the Maximoff siblings. Although they didn't get much fatherly love from Magneto when they were growing up, and Eric was more often seen as a strict father figure, he was the last family member to the siblings. Now, their father was dead, and they were all alone. That kind of maddening loneliness echoed in the house.
Streaks of red lightning flowed on Walter's fingertips, indicating that this girl had some kind of terrifying power, and also indicated that she was not calm at the moment.
Her brother, Pietro, was obviously more impulsive. His figure flashed, and the letter appeared in his hand. Holding the letter, he looked at his sister in silence. He gritted his teeth and strode out of the door.
"Pietro, what are you doing?"
Walter shouted coldly. The boy turned around and looked at his sister. "I'm going to avenge father! I'm going to kill that Saber Hawk! "
"Reckless!"
Walter slammed the table. The next moment, the marble table shattered into pieces as if it had never existed. Red lightning flashed in Walter's eyes as she questioned loudly, "What are you doing?"
"How are you going to kill him? Don't forget, you saw how Saber killed those mutants with your own eyes. You're no match for him! "
"Then let's go together!"
Pietro said stubbornly. "You and I will do it together. We can definitely kill him!"
"We don't know much about that country. If we go there recklessly, we'll just be walking into a trap!"
Walter sighed. She stood up, walked forward, and grabbed her brother's arm. The beautiful girl brushed her flame-like hair and said softly,
"We have to find someone familiar enough with Saber to make a plan … Don't be rash. We'll kill him!"
Pietro's eyes were red. He asked in a low voice,
"Then who are we going to find? Are we going to find those Hydras? Dad said that they're not trustworthy! You saw how they fought Saber. They're no match for him at all. "
"No! Of course not! "
Walter looked at the sky in the distance. Behind her, under the power of Chaos, the luxurious house suddenly collapsed. It was like a sand ruin being pushed to the ground. There was not a single sound during the entire process. It disappeared silently, reminding people of Grey Gin, the black phoenix.
She said softly, "Let's find Charles Francis Xavier! Dad said that he's the only trustworthy person. I believe that he'll help us! And the members of the Brotherhood. We have to find those who are loyal to Dad. Saber has a force. We need one too. Don't worry, Pietro. We'll find him in the end. "
"In the name of Dad, I swear that we'll kill him!"
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