"I need to borrow something from you."
In the café where they met last time, Saber sat alone on a chair facing the street. This place should be one of the camouflage facilities of the New Xavier Academy. There was not a single customer inside. Even the coffee was made by Saber himself.
He took a sip of the extremely bitter coffee, faced the empty air, and said in a low voice:
"I need to ask you to help me find someone."
No one answered. On the surface, it looked like he was talking to himself. However, after a while, Professor Charles' cold voice sounded in Saber's mind.
"What do you need? Who are you looking for? "
"Walter misses her brother very much, so I'm bringing that kid to see his sister. Of course, I need him to help me with a small matter."
Seiber placed his coffee cup on the table and closed his eyes as he leaned on the table. He seemed to be resting, but he didn't stop talking when the conversation got deeper.
"As long as you're willing, you can always find all the mutants in this world. Now, I want to find Victor the saber-toothed tiger. Consider it a personal request."
The professor did not answer immediately. He obviously hesitated for a moment.
"I can give you the location of the saber-toothed tiger, but Pietro … No. Although I don't want to pry into your heart, it's obvious that you're not looking for this kid just because of Walter's request."
Seiber, who was lying on the table with his eyes closed, smirked. He didn't plan on using this lame excuse to deal with Professor Charles. Since he was exposed, there was no need to hide it any longer. He said straightforwardly:
"I want to give this kid a chance. With his speed, his talent should be further developed. He should accept stronger challenges instead of wasting his time and squandering his talent. Eric's blood flows in his body. He shouldn't be an ordinary Alpha mutant."
Saber opened his eyes and touched the cold coffee. Under the orange glow of his fingers, the coffee was quickly heated up again.
"Eric has always been looking for the power to change the world, but he didn't realize that his two children have such potential. Give him to me. When I bring him back, you'll find that I'll give you a successor that you can rely on."
This provocative language was almost useless to someone like Professor. He automatically filtered out the exaggerated parts of Syber's words. He keenly grasped the key point of the question and asked, "What's the point of the question?
"What if Pietro fails in the face of your" chance "? What price will he pay? "
Saber's eyes flashed. He picked up the coffee cup.
"He'll die, and he'll die miserably."
"Then I won't agree!"
Professor Charles flatly refused. Seiber shrugged his shoulders. He had already expected this stubborn old man's answer, but he didn't give up. Instead, he asked,
"Have you forgotten the tragedy of Grey Jean again? I thought your disciple's death would make you more sober. Don't make decisions for others in the name of doing good for them. This opportunity belongs to the child. You should ask him for his opinion. If he still remembers his father's hatred in his heart and wants to find Hydra or me for revenge, I don't think he will refuse. "
"Fufu …"
Saber breathed a sigh of relief and slowly turned his head to look at the quiet Xavier Academy.
"Eric always complains about your conservatism, your rationality, and your weakness. You lost your legs for power. You think it's bad, but how many people would be willing to pay twice the price, or even more, just to get the power you have now? You always say that I impose my own thoughts on others. Aren't you the same? But listen, I'm not here to argue with you about these things."
"Let's give the choice to the children like last time. They're not just your future …"
Saber stood up and straightened his clothes. "They're my future now."
The professor didn't answer. Seiber gave the seemingly gentle but stubborn old man enough time to think. He moved a stool to the street in front of the café. In the dead silence of the street, he allowed the warm sunlight to cast a shadow on his body.
He sat there as if he was the only person left in the world. He leaned against the back of the chair with his eyes slightly closed. There was a burning cigarette in his hand, but he did not smoke it. It was like a lit incense stick.
It was always difficult to make a big decision. The difficulty of this choice was reflected in the outside world. When the fifth cigarette butt fell to the ground, a gust of wind blew in front of Saber's eyes. He looked up and saw the unruly boy.
Compared with the last battle, Pietro, who had just recovered from his injury, was less frivolous and more steady. Failure was always the best way to make people grow. Even through the sunglasses, Saber could see the desire in the deepest part of his eyes.
The desire for power.
"I heard that you can make me faster?"
Pietro put his hands in his pockets and asked, "Am I not fast enough now?"
"You're far behind, boy. I met two speedsters a few days ago. Each of them could easily run to the speed of light. What about you? Now you're at most a dozen times the speed of sound. Compared to them, you're as slow as a turtle. "
Seiber stood up from his chair. Due to various factors, his height had already reached 1.95 meters. The 15-year-old Pete was still growing, so he was only 1.70 meters tall. He lowered his head to look at the skinny young man in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"I can make you as fast as light, or even faster than light, faster than time! But if you fail, you'll die! Have you really thought about it? I can give you a few more minutes. "
"It was you who killed my father. It was Hydra and SHIELD who killed him."
Pietro lowered his head. "I can't deal with one of them, so I think I need to be faster. I'm ready."
"Good!"
Saber breathed a sigh of relief. He patted the young man on the shoulder and motioned him to follow. One tall and one short guy walked out. Their shadows were longer in the sun. "Do you have a nickname? Pietro is a silly name. "
"Then call me … Quicksilver."
"Dr. Kyrian! I don't think you have the authority to call 15 pilots to you at a time! "
A bearded man who was obviously of Arab descent roared madly. Opposite him, Dr. Kyrian, the new head of Hydra in New York, was wearing a white coat and concentrating on debugging the final liquid. He turned a deaf ear to the roar of the bearded man.
It wasn't until five minutes later that the doctor carefully took out the final product from the ultraviolet petri dish. It was a small bottle of purple liquid mixed with red spots. It looked very beautiful.
Kyrian held it in his hand and shook it in front of his eyes. A strange halo shone on the reagent bottle. For experienced researchers, they can distinguish some of the quality of the medicine by the light refracted by these reagents. After looking at it in the sun for a few seconds, a touch of regret flashed on the face of Dr. Kyrian, who had a European face.
"Mass production still can't reach a concentration of more than 65%, but this is enough."
The doctor took off his gloves and threw them aside. He didn't pay attention to the bearded man next to him who looked at him angrily like a fool. He picked up the communicator and whispered to the other side:
"Let them in!"
He glanced at the bearded man next to him, who was already angry to the extreme, and added, "By the way, let the guards drag Mr. Julio out to calm down so that he can figure out his current identity!"
"What the f * ck are you talking about!"
The bearded man named Julio took a step forward angrily, the muscles on his chest bulging. He looked like he was going to teach Kyrian a lesson, but the latter was not afraid of him at all. He pointed at Julio's eyes with a cold face:
"Because of your failure, we have to pay a precious fortune to Hydra to unblock its joints! Do you know that according to the leader's temper, you should have been thrown to the battlefield in Central Asia by now! You ungrateful bastard, if I hadn't protected you, you wouldn't even have a bone left! "
"Remember this clearly! I am now the leader of Ten Rings in New York! If you dare to shout at me again! "
A trace of indescribable irritation flashed through Kilian's eyes. The outburst of this refined researcher made Julio take a step back involuntarily. A cold glint flashed through Kilian's eyes behind his spectacles.
"I'll treat you as my next living test subject … You don't want to become one of them, do you?"
Julio's arrogance from before had completely disappeared. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead submissively, like an obedient child in an instant. Kyrian was very satisfied with this attitude. He tidied his clothes, glanced at Julio, and waved at him. The bearded man hurriedly left the room.
He looked at Kyrian's back with a trace of fear in his eyes. The moment Kyrian roared at him, he felt like he was facing a tiger that had been freed. It would only take a moment for the tiger to tear him to pieces.
A moment later, the 15 warframe pilots that Dr. Kilian called over stood in a row in front of him. Unlike the leaders like Big Beard, these people were all selected from the large number of grassroots members of Ten Rings. Almost all of them were veterans who had participated in the war in the chaotic Central Asia and Eastern Europe. Just by standing there, they exuded an awe-inspiring aura.
More importantly, they were all pilots who had been inoculated with the first generation of Extremis. According to Tony Stark, Ten Rings Gang failed to crack the secret of Arc Reactor, so they used this virus carrier itself, which could increase the bioelectricity in the inoculated person's body, as the energy source of the Battle Armor.
To put it more vividly, these soldiers in front of him were not only the pilots of Ten Rings Gang's Battle Armor, but also the batteries of the Battle Armor.
"Clap Clap"
Dr. Kyrian clapped his hands and attracted all the attention to him. He picked up the bottle of purple liquid from the table with his left hand and placed it in front of him.
"You are all the best fighters of Ten Rings Gang. After being inoculated with Extremis, you are no longer ordinary humans, but you must also be able to feel that the power flowing in your body is unstable, and there is even a risk of self-destruction when you are emotional … But this shortcoming will end today!"
"This!"
The doctor raised the liquid in his hand above his head and said loudly, "This is an advanced version of Extremis that has truly stabilized! It will stabilize the power flowing in your body and make you truly become the Divine Warriors of Mandalin! It will make you faster, stronger, and make you truly immortal! "
"However, any weapon needs an opponent to show its true sharpness, so I have chosen a good opponent for you!"
He snapped his fingers, and a city map opened in front of the 15 pilots with 15 marks marked on it.
"The Devil Gang is one of the biggest challengers to Ten Rings Gang in the American continent. This time, I want you to destroy 15 of their strongholds in Central City!"
"Saber Hawke arrogantly declared war on us. He ignored the ancient and immortal power behind us. Now let him know that Ten Rings Gang's counterattack has begun!"
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