In the end, Saber was too embarrassed to drive the silver-grey limited edition Lamborghini, which was Bruce's disguise tool. One of the reasons was that the design concept of the car was not based on practicality, and it was too flashy. Saber did not like this feeling.
Therefore, he drove a low-profile Dodge SUV, which was his favorite black color. It was very powerful, and most importantly, there were two hidden compartments in the cabin that could store the armor, guns, and knives. When he returned to the "Hawk's Villa" in the dock area, it was noon, and there was music coming from the white villa.
It was his little brother, Kevin, entertaining his two "girlfriends".
After a big battle, he needed to relax. As for Kevin's unrestrained behavior, Saber did not mind. This kid had already proven himself in the previous battle. He had broken through the restraints of self-fear, and at least on the mental level, he was a qualified warrior.
The rest could be slowly cultivated, and Saber's trip was imminent. Kevin could use this time to recuperate. He also contacted the two injured mercenaries who stayed in Gotham to teach him some basic combat skills. At the very least, he had to learn how to use guns.
Saber drove the new car into the garage, opened the door, and walked out. He did not know the purpose of letting Kevin learn these things, but he needed help. There was no doubt about that.
After saving Bruce Wayne, the Wayne family rewarded him handsomely. On the first night he arrived at Gotham, he saw from his father's newspaper that Wayne Industries was investing in the port area, trying to revitalize the economy there. Therefore, the Wayne family decided to give Seiber 5% of the shares of the port company that was about to be set up. This was a huge sum of money, and most importantly, as long as Wayne Industries didn't suddenly collapse, with these shares, Seiber could live the rest of his life without any worries.
Of course, this was still far from being rich, but at least it allowed him to escape from the duckweed life.
"Boss, you're back. Do you want to have a drink?"
Kevin held a can of wine and leaned against the side of the garage. His arm was still heavily bandaged, but it did not affect his movement. However, from his slightly flushed face, this kid was already 30% drunk. He seemed to be having a lot of fun with the two girls he met at Bruce's birthday party.
Saber shook his head, opened the back door, and shouted as he packed his things.
"Kevin, bring the suitcase down from my room and settle your friends down. I have something to say to you."
"Okay, boss, wait a moment!"
A few minutes later, the noisy music in the room stopped. Kevin carried a large suitcase with one hand and walked into the garage with some difficulty. He handed the suitcase to Saber and stood quietly by the side.
Kevin's feelings towards Saber were very complicated. At first, they were enemies, then they were collaborators who exchanged information with each other, and finally they became companions. Especially after the battle four days ago, Kevin had a mixed feeling of gratitude and fear towards Saber.
He was grateful because Syber had avenged Ed, but he was fearful because the longer he interacted with Syber, the more he could feel the complexity and mystery of this person. He already had a strong sense of oppression, and it was like a new employee facing a boss who didn't like to smile.
Saber reached out and lifted the suitcase into the trunk of the car. It contained the luggage he prepared yesterday, a few clothes, and the passport he asked old man Afo to get for him. He pulled down the trunk, took out his wallet, and handed the black bank card he got from Jamie to Kevin.
"This is the funds for your activities while I'm away. It's not much, but it's enough to last you until I come back."
Kevin took the card. He did not say anything, but he instinctively felt that Saber had something else to say to him. A few seconds later, Saber lit up two cigarettes for himself and Kevin. The two smokers sat on the green wooden box in the corner, puffing away as they whispered about other things.
"We killed Ducard, but we both know that we did not completely destroy the Shadow Warrior."
Saber flicked the cigarette ash in his hand and patted Kevin's shoulder.
"This city is still here. Based on the way those people do things, they will come back sooner or later. When that time comes, it's time for you to avenge your brother. How can it be better for others to avenge you than to avenge yourself?"
"Boss, don't pat my wound next time, it hurts!"
Kevin yelled, holding his arm and grimacing in pain. Then he took the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth and put it on the ground. Under his slightly long hair was a pair of slightly hazy eyes.
"I know, I'll ask the two veterans for advice. Next time, I'll do it myself!"
In less than a week, Kevin's mental state had undergone a drastic change. Saber, who was quietly observing him, nodded. This was the change that true battle and victory could bring to a young man. After experiencing death and slaughter, he had become a real adult!
The child in his heart died when Ed was shot. Under Saber's guidance, a real man stood up from the dead body.
"Very good!"
Saber stood up, patted the non-existent dust off his body, and reminded Kevin, "In the future, we'll have a share of the docks. You can find a few trustworthy friends during this period of time and ask the two veterans for advice. I don't want to see people like Jamie appearing in the docks that have finally quieted down after I come back."
He waved his hand.
"You can use the weapons here, but don't cause too much trouble. Director Gordon isn't someone who's easy to talk to."
Kevin nodded and straightened his body.
"I understand, boss. I'll protect this place for you. No one can step into your territory!"
"It's us!"
Saber glanced at him and threw him a cigarette.
"Remember, brother Kevin, you're a free man. We're all free. No one is worth you giving everything, not even me. I'm not interested in these things, but if you operate well enough, you can also become one of the big shots in the dark of this city. With the Wayne family's relationship here, as long as you don't go too far, no one will cause trouble for us."
Saber put the sunglasses on his chest on his face, covering half of his face. He waved at Kevin.
"As long as you don't forget why you came to me. Don't forget the oath you made to Ed. Alright, I'm leaving. Don't forget to go to the Old Gun Bar. The workers are renovating it. Don't let it mess up again, or else my old man will really kill me."
These words stunned Kevin for a moment. It wasn't until the black SUV drove out of the garage and disappeared at the end of the road that he let out a sigh of relief. Kevin sniffled, then scratched his head. Finally, he reached out and opened the green wooden box beside him. Inside were ten brand new black pistols neatly arranged.
He took one out and placed it on the lid. He rubbed it with his fingers, feeling the cold temperature of the weapon in his hand. A flame appeared in his eyes. It was a thought, and it was also a thought that was triggered by Saber's words. Once it appeared, it could not be removed.
That flame was called ambition.
The Dark Boss of Gotham?
Kevin pursed his lips. The young man felt that this idea was very cool. Saber had also said that he couldn't live only for revenge. It wasn't easy to become the assistant of the "Red Devil", and he had a great battle with the difficult Shadow Dancer. After his hands were stained with blood, he also needed to have his own life and future, right?
And just as Saber was happily humming a song and driving on the interstate highway to Star City, another existence that he had almost forgotten was standing in front of another door, preparing to welcome the unpredictable fate of the future.
Bang!
The exquisite mahogany door was pushed open, and a man with a sack over his head was dragged into the house by two well-trained soldiers. He was thrown onto the luxurious carpet, and the soldiers left soon after. Thus, there was only this man struggling to remove the sack on the floor, and a middle-aged man sitting behind an office desk in front of him.
His face was bruised and swollen, and he struggled to remove the sack on his head. He was panting heavily, and there were wounds and blood stains on his face. After this Dark Boss left Gotham a week ago, he had been in endless trouble.
He brought his younger brother Boshkin, who was still in treatment, all the way to Canada, and was prepared to seek refuge with the powerful Russian gangsters here. In the end, the night they had just settled down, a group of armed soldiers in black rushed into the house and kidnapped him and his unconscious brother.
The next three days were a series of interrogations. In the pitch-black room, there was only one bright lamp. After a series of messy questions and interrogations, Jamie had completely lost his sense of time. However, this Siberian who grew up in a world of ice and snow chose to remain silent when it came to the biggest secret in his heart.
For this, he almost paid the price with his life.
Jamie, who had narrowly escaped death, lay on the floor and looked at the middle-aged man who was slowly organizing the documents in front of him. The guy was wearing a brown coat with a black sweater inside. He had messy short brown hair on his head, and a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. Together with his wrinkled face and his growing beard, he gave off an imposing aura.
This should be a soldier.
"Then, Mr. Jamie Crowe, right?"
The man asked in a gentle tone. Jamie took a deep breath, and this Dark Boss who had been in America for more than ten years tried to calm himself down. After a few seconds, he nodded with difficulty.
"Yes, it's me, and you are?"
"Let's get to know each other first. I'm the person in charge here. You can call me General Stryker."
The middle-aged man sitting behind the wooden table took off his glasses and supported his chin with both hands. He looked at Jamie and spoke his purpose without too much subtlety.
"I'm sorry to invite you here in this way, but this matter is urgent. Tell me, about the story of this letter!"
Stryker gently threw out a yellowed letter in his hand and it landed on the stall. Jamie didn't even need to look at it to know what Stryker really wanted to ask. He took a deep breath again, stared at Stryker who seemed to be very easy to talk to, and said word by word.
"What you want is about the origin of this letter, right?"
"This is what Boshkin and I found 27 years ago, when we were still teenagers. At that time, we were still living in a mountain village in the deepest part of the Siberian Plains. We found it on a cliff near our hometown in an accidental hunt. It was very valuable. We also tried to find the" base "mentioned in this letter, but we found nothing. But I'm sure it's hidden near the cliff. You want to find it, right?"
Stryker looked at the miserable Russian in front of him with cold eyes. He heard a trace of firmness in Jamie's tone. After weighing the weight of the two in his heart, Stryker smiled and said frankly.
"Of course, I'm really curious about the base of the former Soviet Union's" Super Soldier Project ". So, Mr. Jamie, what do you want to tell me the location of the cliff?"
"Cure my brother Boshkin. He's still very young. He shouldn't live in such a pathetic and cowardly state. I only have this one request!"
Jamie struggled to stand up. The pain in his body made him tremble, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "The day I saw Boshkin get better, I'll take you to that place immediately. And I can guarantee that even if you find Boshkin and my hometown, you won't be able to find the cliff accurately in the vast snowfield. But I can … When I left there, I left some signs that only I can understand."
Stryker nodded noncommittally. He reached out to put on his glasses, then stood up and stretched out his hand to Jamie.
"I just took a look at Mr. Boshkin's injury report. Tsk, tsk. Severe concussion, comminuted fracture of his fingers, contusion of his spine, and most importantly, damage to his brain tissue. This doesn't look like an injury from a fall … If there's a need, I can use some 'means' to help poor Mr. Boshkin take revenge."
Jamie's eyes lit up. He reached out and held Stryker's hand.
"That's great!"
"Very good, Mr. Jamie! Then congratulations on becoming a member of the "Weapon X" project! "
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