Saber is a very stubborn and demanding person. Nick Fury has a very profound experience of this. It's hard to persuade him to change his mind. Once he has made a decision, it's not that he can't change it, but the price he has to pay is generally very painful.
The relationship between Saber Hawk and SHIELD is very delicate now. Both sides maintain self-restraint. Saber doesn't pursue the responsibility of the main cannon of the Helicarrier, and SHIELD can't interfere with The Devil Gang's slow infiltration of Mutants all over the world. It's like a tacit agreement. For SHIELD, which urgently needs to clean up the internal cancer, maintaining the status quo is actually the best way to deal with it.
Therefore, Nick Fury handed over Robbie's matter to Carter Slade, and he leisurely returned to the Helicarrier cruising over New York. Selectively turning a blind eye to an opponent you hate but can't deal with always makes you feel very relaxed. Between the current situation that is slowly getting better, but still serious, Fury felt that he needed to be in a good mood.
"He almost killed me, damn it!"
Saber sat in a chair, pointed to the ruins behind him and said, "He also destroyed my house! What's wrong with asking for compensation? Is that wrong? "
Old Carter looked at Saber with a pained expression, and then looked at Robbie Reyes who was paralyzed at his feet. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Kill you? Him? Don't joke around! With his current combat power, even ten of him can't kill you. Compensation is not a problem, but don't you think you're asking for too much? 30 Spiritual Weapons! You'd better kill him. I've been searching for 200 years, and I've only found less than 10 Spiritual Weapons. I'm telling you! Five at most, no more than that! "
"Bang!"
Saber slammed his fist on the table, his face gloomy:
"My house can't even be exchanged for 10 Spiritual Weapons? I'm telling you, Old Carter, if it wasn't for the trouble of killing him, do you think I'd be sitting here talking to you? I'm telling you! 15 Spiritual Weapons! Not a single item could be missing! Otherwise, I'll burn down the Delta Wing building tomorrow! Don't think I don't know who you're working for now! "
He pointed at Robbie Reyes's body.
"Don't think that I don't know who took the scroll, I just don't want to bother with you for the sake of Ancient One!"
"Can the Ancient One control you? Don't joke around. "
Old Carter did not back down. He shouted, "The whole magic world knows about Sorcerer Supreme's preference for you! I'm now wondering if you're her illegitimate son or distant cousin … 10 items! This is the most we can offer. "
“...”
Saber was silent for a moment and began to calculate whether the deal was worth it. The so-called Spiritual Weapons referred to some magic items that had great power but did not reach the level of Mystical Items, such as the legendary inexhaustible spring water and the endless golden bag. These ancient alchemy items were regarded as hard currency for high-level transactions in the magic world. These things were useless to ordinary people, but they were very useful to The Devil Gang, who was getting more and more into magic. They could be regarded as a kind of strategic material.
To be honest, 10 Spiritual Weapons were already quite a lot. If he could get some really good stuff from them, Saber would have made a lot of money this time. However, just as he was hesitating to agree, he saw Carter Slyle opposite him winking at him. The old knight's hand secretly flipped back and forth three times. Saber immediately understood and waved his hand with a gloomy face:
"15 items! Not a single item is missing! "
"You're such a scoundrel!"
Old Carter was grumbling, but his face was beaming with joy. He gestured a "3" sign to Seiber, indicating that he wanted three of the items. Seiber nodded discreetly, and a classic deal of betrayal was completed. The old knight stood up with a gloomy face and carried Robbie on his shoulder.
"You greedy bastard! The items will be sent over in a few days! "
But just as he was about to leave, Saber suddenly stopped him:
"Slyle … do me a favor in a few days! For the sake of our 'good conversation'. "
Old Carter turned his head to look at him and nodded. The next moment, a blue light enveloped Carter Slyle. After the light dissipated, the old knight and the new knight disappeared.
Turning his head to look at the ruins in the house, Saber snorted. He looked up at the empty sky, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
S.H.I.E.L.D.? Hmph, let them be arrogant for two days. After Raven sneaks in, and after Hydra really makes a move, Saber doesn't mind personally setting the fire and completely burying this disgusting organization.
You see, not only is Fury enduring to give Saber a fatal blow, but Saber is actually doing the same thing.
"Eat! Let's find a place to fill our stomachs. "
He wiped his growling stomach, took out a set of clothes from the sandalwood fan's space, changed into them, and walked out of the ruins. It wasn't that he was soft-hearted enough to let Robbie Reyes go, but he wasn't stupid enough to hand over an important combat force to S.H.I.E.L.D.
"I say, do you really not need me to kill him?"
The voice of the Berserker Demon Sim sounded in Saber's mind. The demon said in a deep voice, "I've memorized his scent. I only need one surprise attack, and I'm sure I can kill him!"
Saber opened the door of the luxury car driven by Chandler, sat in the back seat, closed his eyes slightly, and responded in his mind, "Simmer, stop fooling around.
Old Carter has already made it clear that knights can't kill each other. If I kill Robbie, it will cause a lot of trouble, but it's just trouble. But if that bastard wants to kill me, it will bring a real disaster to himself. More importantly, I've already figured out Robbie Reyes's fighting style and ability. "
He stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead.
"Compared to Johnny Blaze, who is possessed by the strongest Spirit of Vengeance, Zartanos, the Spirit of Vengeance in Robbie's body is nothing special! Do you know what this means? "
How could the Berserker Demon Overlord, who was born in Hell and spent his entire life in battle, not understand what his master meant? He let out a cackle.
"Ha, this means that even if you give him enough time, he won't be able to threaten you. Talent and potential are the most important cruel rules in Hell. If you don't have enough talent, no matter how hard you work, it's useless. I've seen demons with insufficient talent more than once. Almost none of them can truly grow. But speaking of which, accidents are inevitable. Can you really be sure of his future development?"
"Hmph, it's already a blessing for him to reach two-thirds of Johnny Blaze's strength."
Saber said in a low voice in disdain, "Bastards are bastards. Fury still treats him like a treasure. Of course, I don't mind giving SHIELD a beautiful 'hope.' The more they immerse themselves in hope, the more their current strength will stagnate or even decline. Only with hope can they endure the pain of being suppressed by me. Only when they grasp what they're looking forward to, only to discover that nothing has changed in the future, will they collapse from the very beginning."
He turned his head and looked at the scenery flashing by outside the window. He sniffled.
"Any seasoned hunter knows how to use hope to make the prey willingly jump into the trap. Hope … The word itself is the biggest trap."
"Cackle, you really are a cruel and cunning, vicious and crazy madman …"
Sim cackled and hid his voice. The demon felt that he had learned something from Saber again. He couldn't wait to go to Hell to practice it.
"Thanks for the exaggeration."
Seiber snorted. After a moment, he blinked his eyes and turned to Chandler, who was driving, and said, "Hey!
"Chas, stop here. This restaurant's Chinese food is very authentic."
A moment later, Saber opened the door and walked out. He threw a bank card to Chandler. He pulled the brim of his hat and patted the fat driver on the shoulder. "I only found out about your marriage yesterday, Chas … This is my gift to you. I'll give you a month's leave. Take your wife out for a walk. You don't have to pick me up in the afternoon. I'll walk around the city by myself."
"Thank you, boss!"
Chas happily gave Saber a very non-standard military salute. He then drove away and disappeared at the end of Chinatown. Saber stretched his back, but he didn't go to the hotel next to him. Instead, he put his hands behind his head like a Chinese in Chinatown. He walked slowly on the street and occasionally exchanged a few words with the street vendors in Chinese.
He carried a bunch of bananas that he bought and ate as he turned into an alley. He walked forward slowly until five minutes later, in an empty alley, Saber threw the last banana peel aside and coughed softly.
"Have you seen enough?"
There was no one around, only the sound of the wind blowing against the walls that were no longer illuminated. Syber pulled on his baseball cap impatiently, his voice turning colder, "What's wrong with you?
"You've been following me for 15 minutes. Do you plan to continue?"
"Bang!"
As soon as his voice fell, Saber was punched hard in the face. His body leaned to the side. He touched his cheek and felt a trace of pain. But to be honest, he didn't even catch a trace of a shadow. It was like a fist appeared out of thin air.
When the fist hit his skin, he felt a trace of it, but he didn't have time to dodge.
It was very rare for him to not be able to keep up with his movements. This could only mean one thing, the ambusher was extremely fast. It was so fast that even with Seber's senses, he couldn't capture the movements of the ambusher.
"Clang!"
Another kick landed on the back of Seiber's leg, but it only made his body tremble slightly.
"You're fast enough …"
Saber looked left and right. A flame rose on the surface of his body. "But the difference in strength is too big. If it continues like this, I won't play with you anymore!"
"Puff!"
A bloody wound appeared under Saber's ribs. His clothes and chest were cut open with a finger-long wound. The scorching flame didn't play a protective role. In other words, the flame didn't have time to display its scorching power before it was cut open by the sharp blade.
But to be honest, this kind of small wound was really nothing. It couldn't even make Saber feel pain. The wound was healed in an instant, but this was a dangerous sign. This kind of extreme speed coupled with a sharp blade could do things far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. In a sense, he already had the ability to really kill Saber.
"Puff puff!"
Two wounds burst open on Saber's arm, one on the left and one on the right. Blood splattered everywhere. He still didn't feel any breath. It was as if he was facing a ghost that didn't exist. However, the wound on his arm was so real. This was not the first time Saber faced an opponent who was good at speed. But in all the previous battles, there was no guy who was so fast that he was caught off guard.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh"
His left arm, which was beside him, was like an orange that was thrown into a press in an instant. Blood and minced meat splattered everywhere. In just one second, his wrist to elbow was shaved clean by the sharp blade, leaving only a horrifying white bone. But in less than two seconds, his left arm was as good as new. Saber took out a mask from his arms and put it on his face.
This was used to protect his neck. His arm could quickly regenerate, but if his neck was cut off … it would be very troublesome.
"Cough cough, you are a very troublesome enemy. I don't even know if you are a man or a woman. But to be able to kill me, either you are carrying a mission or you have a personal grudge."
Saber's arms were completely demonized. His ferocious claws scratched the air. His muffled voice sounded in the alley.
"You want me to experience extreme pain before I die, right? So there is a deep hatred between us … Did I kill your friend? "
No one answered. But in an instant, the clothes on Saber's back were all cut open. It was as if a layer of skin had been peeled off from his back. Hideous wounds were all over his skin. As the wounds healed rapidly, the increasing pain made Saber's expression turn serious under the mask.
He started to treat this somewhat inexplicable assassination seriously. At the same time, he closed his eyes slightly. In a battle where he couldn't even see his opponent, the effect of vision was very small. He started to spread out Beast Perception to calm himself down. He started to use another method to capture his opponent.
But before that, he had to disturb his opponent. It would be best if he could give himself away.
"Answer me … I killed your lover? I killed your brother? "
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Swoosh! The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air was heard. Saber took a step back and raised his left arm. The sharp blade cut through the scales, causing sparks to jump. But the next moment, the guy changed his direction. Another deep wound appeared on Saber's body, taking away a piece of flesh from Saber's abdomen.
However, this didn't affect Seiber's rhythm at all.
He continued to ask, "It seems that you are very angry that I killed your family, right? Was it your elder brother, your younger brother? Or your father? "
Swoosh!
This time, the sharp blade pierced through the air and pierced Saber's heart. With a special fluctuation of emotions, Saber turned around and dodged. Beast Perception was raised to the highest level. He even felt an impulse to tear everything apart in his heart.
"It seems that I killed your father. How tragic … But you know, a person will only reveal his true face when facing death. A tough man may become weak, a coward may become determined, and a disguise is a human's instinct. Even in front of the people closest to him, a coward will often pretend to be a hero."
"Hehe, so I am the only one who knows his true face."
Saber laughed maliciously. He said softly, "Guess, your father, the poor guy who died in my hands, is a hero, or a … weak coward?"
"Shut up!!! Go to hell! "
"Ha! Got you! "
[Push book, push book, Wizard Abel. It is said that the first one-fifth of this book is about knights. Melon Seed Boss has a lot of things that I am envious of. In addition to his five-digit QQ account, I am looking forward to his strange thinking and imagination. In short, a good book should not be missed. My friends who are out of books can go and have a look ~]
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