Saber had a good night's sleep. Too many things had happened recently, and he needed to relax his nerves. He was woken up by the sound of a text message on his phone.
When he saw the four words from Kevin, all of Saber's sleepiness disappeared. He quickly got up, but not because of the pressure brought by the four words, but because he had to put himself in a state of readiness for battle from now on.
In other words, he had to start recovering the highly sensitive state of mind he had when he was on a mission.
It was now 10: 43 in the morning, and he still had one hour left. The renovation workers that Bruce had hired would only arrive in the afternoon. By then, he would have to find a new place to stay. After all, this was his father's home. Although his father wouldn't chase him away, he didn't want to stay at his father's place forever. He was a troublemaker, and things would constantly come to him. He didn't want to implicate the old man.
More importantly, if he wanted to fight, he had to choose a good battlefield. A normal house wouldn't do. When he was surrounded by many people, he had to have a safe place to rest.
Such a place was hard to find, but when he was washing up, he remembered a good place. The boss of the dock area, Jamie, had left two days ago. His forces had collapsed, and his villa was renovated to suit Saber's taste. Moreover, it was specially built in the depths of the dock area. Jamie had spent a lot of effort to ensure his and his brother's safety. Saber could only attack it because his subordinates were too weak.
As long as there were more than 15 well-trained people guarding the key points of the villa, and with sufficient weapons and ammunition, and without using heavy firepower, it would be difficult for the enemy to break through. Most importantly, it wasn't too far from the bar. It only needed a car to reach within 10 minutes.
It was a perfect safe house and hiding place. The "little cuties" sent by the Wayne family could also be placed there.
"It's decided. It's there!"
Saber calculated. If he could get the Wayne family's help, he might be able to buy the place at a very low price. Using Jamie's money to buy Jamie's house, this feeling was simply … amazing.
He hummed a song and bit off a third of the red sausage that he had just taken out from the fridge. As he chewed, he stretched and opened the back door of the bar with a bag of trash in his hand. He was about to throw the trash away when he saw the person lying at the door, covered in blood.
Saber's chewing stopped. He narrowed his eyes and looked around. After confirming that no one was watching him, he threw the trash aside and switched the food to his right hand. His left hand grabbed the unconscious person's collar and dragged him into the house.
Kevin, this kid. When Saber saw his miserable appearance, he knew that this guy had been exposed. However, as long as he was still alive, there was no problem.
After all, fighting alone was a bit embarrassing. No matter how strong he was, he wouldn't be able to defeat 15 people. Originally, Robin could have been his best assistant. That guy's extraordinary perception would have made him the best fighter. Unfortunately, that unlucky guy was still in Star City. So, he could only settle for the next best thing, which was to find a less bad assistant.
It didn't matter whether he could fight or not. The most important thing was that he had a strong enough will. He couldn't be a coward.
Kevin was alone. That meant that his good brother, Ed, was either dead, captured, or betrayed him. This was good. This was very suitable.
Anger could destroy a person. However, if it was used well, it could make him invincible before it destroyed him.
Looking at the unconscious Kevin, Seiber's eyes flashed with a glint.
He picked up his phone, dialed a number, and put it to his ear.
"Hey, Alfred, it's me … Yes, I have something I need your help with. I plan to buy a house in the dock area … No, no, no, I don't need your money. I just want you to help me find some connections … Well, the sooner the better! The place is on the edge of the Seventh Avenue in the south of the dock area … Yes, the things I want will be sent there … This afternoon? Wow, your efficiency really doesn't seem like that of a sixty-year-old man! … No, no, this is definitely a compliment! I swear on my father's name. "
After a moment, he closed his phone. The house matter was settled. He paid for it, and he could move in this afternoon. The place had been listed for sale. Moreover, Alfred promised that the equipment he needed would be sent to the villa this afternoon. This good news made Saber couldn't help but whistle.
It seemed that Wayne was also anxious. In the face of a powerful enemy, their choice was just as Saber had imagined. This was very good!
However, when he saw the miserable Kevin's face covered in blood, he bared his teeth again. He turned around and walked into Robin's room with ease and took out two sets of clothes.
Damn it! I still have to take care of him!
Ten minutes later, Saber carried the unconscious Kevin out of the bar. It wasn't that he couldn't wake him up, but after going through an unimaginable experience, being unconscious was an instinctive defense line. This young man needed a good rest. Saber was very experienced in this aspect.
Although he knew that the enemy was coming, he wasn't very anxious. Wayne and Bruce were in front of him. Although he didn't know the story between Bruce and the Shadow Dancer, he was sure that most of their forces would be used to attack the Wayne family.
Saber drove to Jamie's villa. Just now, the real estate agent had called him. It was time for him to take over his new house.
There was no need to say much about what had happened. In short, at 2 o 'clock in the afternoon, Saber officially became the owner of this meticulously built villa. Less than five minutes after the very shrewd real estate agent left, the people sent by Alfred arrived.
Saber heard the low sound of a horn. He looked out of the window. Good heavens, a black truck specially used for delivering goods was parked in front of the garage. Saber couldn't help but rub his hands. It seemed that Alfred, the former mercenary, had really put in a lot of effort this time.
"Ka ka ka"
Following the opening of the garage door, the black minivan drove into this rather spacious but empty garage. Four capable people jumped out from the driver's seat. Without saying a word, they opened the compartment and carried out more than twenty green wooden boxes, placing them in the depths of the garage.
Saber didn't speak to them. These four people all had short hair and looked like valiant soldiers. However, they were very sloppy in the details. They chewed gum and smoked casually. However, each of them had a special bulge at their waist. It was obvious that they were equipped with weapons.
Saber recognized their background and identity at a glance. They were clearly four mercenaries. It seemed that Alfred had returned to his old profession. However, after thinking about it, if a battle really happened in this city, it would be impossible to rely on those lousy policemen. It would be too troublesome to mobilize the National Guard. Mercenaries who were good at fighting in all kinds of environments were definitely the best choice.
The unloading process took more than ten minutes. After the last bullet was loaded, the leader with a black baseball cap took out a gilded invitation from his pocket and handed it to Saber. Then, he got into the car and quickly left.
Saber opened the invitation and looked at it. Then, he curled his lips and shook his head. He threw the invitation aside.
"Bruce's brain is damaged. He actually wants to hold a birthday party at this time. He's really out of his mind …"
While complaining, he casually opened the box beside him. Inside was a brand-new shoulder-fired rocket launcher. In the alley next to it were 10 rockets. This weapon could be called a destructive weapon in this kind of street warfare. Its black exterior exuded a cold light.
Saber whistled with satisfaction. He liked this kind of thing. If he could kill his opponent at a distance of 1,000 meters, only a fool would rush in and fight them in close range.
"When a crisis comes, only these things can give us a sense of security. When human civilization was born, the first thing they made out of metal was swords. You see, this kind of bloodline that advocates violence has accompanied the progress of the entire civilization until now. Who dares to say that it's useless?"
Saber sighed with emotion as he opened another box. From it, he took out a military version of an M16. With a click, he loaded the magazine and made a standard aiming pose. He then turned his head and looked at the young man who was staggering into the garage. He grinned at him.
"Do you think I'm right? Kevin. "
"I … I don't know."
Kevin's dislocated left arm had been reattached by Saber. This guy was very lucky. He only suffered a superficial wound during the fight. His coma was not caused by excessive blood loss. Instead, it was caused by a heavy blow to his mind.
Saber was not satisfied with this answer. He held the cold gun in one hand and took out a palm-sized green gadget from the box with the other. It was covered with regular dents. He tossed it up and down in his hand as he walked towards Kevin who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
He stood five meters away from Kevin. Kevin was taller than Saber. However, when the two of them made eye contact, one was indifferent while the other was panicked and desperate.
"Hey … Look at my eyes, Kevin!"
The young man raised his head and took a deep breath. The light in his eyes stabilized.
"Ed is dead … He died in order to protect me …"
As soon as the first sentence came out, tears streamed down his bloodstained face. You could not expect a man with a normal sexual orientation to be too focused when cleaning another man's skin. In short, Kevin's tense emotions unexpectedly found a sense of support after seeing Saber who he originally hated.
The weak instinctively respected the strong and instinctively sought protection from the strong.
As he cried, his body trembled.
"I fought against the killer. I was no match for him. I was almost killed by him. Ed ambushed him from behind. He told me to run. I'm a coward … God, I'm a coward!"
He grabbed his hair and squatted down in pain. His voice was choked with sobs.
"I ran. If I didn't run, Ed wouldn't have died. He didn't let me down, but I let him down … God, I'm a brother who grew up with me. I let him down … I'm a coward."
Seiber held the cold cylindrical object in his hand and looked at Kevin who was squatting there. He let out a long sigh and asked, "What are you doing?
"But I didn't see your anger. I only saw your self-blame. You see, humans are actually very strange creatures. When faced with something that can't be changed, we often tell ourselves: I can't do it!"
Saber stretched out a finger and waved it in front of his eyes.
"You tell yourself that you killed Ed, but maybe after a while, you'll think that I can't save him because I can't do it! After a while, you'll be able to tell yourself with a clear conscience that yes, I couldn't do it. That's why Ed died so tragically. I'm very sad, but … I couldn't do it. Who can I blame? "
Saber was like a cold bastard. He mocked Kevin mercilessly.
"I've seen many people like you. I know the anger and self-blame in your heart. This uncontrollable pain will always be entangled in your heart until the guilt you feel for the person who died for you is turned into a poison flowing in your blood! One day, you'll wish that he had never … existed! "
Saber's face showed a strange smile.
"Because only in this way can you completely remove the pain entangling in your fate. You'll do it. I know."
"I won't! I'll avenge him! That's why I'm here! "
Kevin's eyes were red. He opened his arms and roared at Saber. He felt that the bastard in front of him had blasphemed the brotherly friendship between him and Ed, but he seemed to be fighting against something. Maybe, what Saber said was … true.
Saber shrugged in the face of Kevin's anger.
"Hey, brother, I don't believe in words. It's the weakest thing. You said you'll avenge Ed? Then let's test it. "
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