His father was reluctant to part with Catherine. Old people were all like that. They were especially fond of children, especially sensible little girls. Robin was also reluctant to part with them. Even though he complained a lot to Saber, in the end, he still requested that Saber take good care of Catherine.
Although he didn't explain the reason, his experienced father could roughly guess the reason. However, he didn't say much, and only instructed Seber to protect Catherine's safety.
On the second day of the hangover, they packed their things. On the morning of the third day, his father and Robin boarded the train back to Gotham. Saber and Catherine, on the other hand, were driving on the interstate highway in the early winter plains. In this season, it was difficult to see too many tourists on the road. Both sides of the road were covered with withered yellow weeds. Occasionally, there would be one or two farms or motels. It was a lonely trip.
However, when the two of them were driving on the road, they unexpectedly felt the freedom of the world. It was like when people occasionally wanted to go on a trip when they wanted to, driving on an endless road.
However, the journey would eventually come to an end. Just like how people could never rely on literature to survive, the journey from Star City to New York was not as far as Saber had imagined. In fact, after three days of driving, they could already see the huge outline of the metropolis built on the mouth of the Hudson River.
However, at the same time, the two of them had reached the limit of their patience for this lonely journey.
"My head hurts! Saber! "
Catherine, who was wearing a fluffy coat, pressed her head against the constantly vibrating car window like a sick kitten. She bared her fangs and brandished her claws at Saber, who also had two big circles under his eyes. "Drive faster, hurry up and go to the city to rest! I'm about to throw up! "
The unshaven Saber did not want to say a word. On the first day, he could still laugh and enjoy the scenery around him. However, on the second day, he was a little tired. On the third day, he was like Catherine. He was extremely disgusted by this very literary trip.
Right now, he really wanted a warm bed. What he wanted the most was to have a good sleep.
"Next time, I will definitely not drive by myself!"
Saber yawned and stepped on the accelerator fiercely. After three days of sleepless travel, the SUV, which had changed beyond recognition, once again burst out with a violent driving force. It carried the two extremely exhausted guys all the way to the distant metropolis.
It was natural for them to be tired … They had completed a journey that would normally take seven days to complete in three days. At first, it was Catherine who urged them to move forward, but later on, it was better to grit their teeth and move forward. In short, a beautiful journey required a peaceful state of mind, but unfortunately, neither of them had it.
When traveling is just for the sake of hurrying, it is naturally not fun, but fortunately, the torture is finally over.
At the beginning of the moonlight, in a good-looking hotel in Brooklyn, Saber carried the sleeping Catherine into the hall and got a big room. The tired Saber didn't know that five minutes later, his and Catherine's registration information appeared on a computer in an office on the 17th floor of the triangular wing building.
Agent Plum, who was a little pale, looked at the information data jumping on the screen in front of her. After confirming Saber's identity, she picked up the special mobile phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, Plum, haven't you rested yet?"
Agent Coulson's gentle voice came from the mobile phone. At this time, he was still in Canada, continuing to perform the supervisory duties of "Weapon X". The cooperation with General Stryker was bad … very bad. Coulson felt that staying in that base was like a prisoner in the hands of the enemy.
If it weren't for the protection of SHIELD, I'm afraid that the headstrong General Stryker wouldn't mind having one more "test subject".
But this kind of self-concern can't be known to Plum. After leaving Gotham, Plum received a special mission. The mission was completed, but Plum suffered a great blow and even retired to become an office employee. Coulson knew very well that his companion was currently in a very bad state, so he deliberately made his tone very relaxed.
"Coulson, the young man you're concerned about is in New York, with a … little girl."
Plum rubbed her forehead. When she saw Catherine sleeping on Saber's back, the pain and the memories of being rejected by her were evoked in her head. Her eyes were even a little evasive, and she didn't even dare to look at the magnified surveillance video on the screen.
"Saber .Hawke?"
There was a hint of surprise in Coulson's tone. He pondered for a moment, "The incident in Gotham is over. He and Batman joined forces to repel the attack of the Shadow Dancer Alliance. If I'm not mistaken, he should be out to relax, right? Or, does he have a specific goal this time? "
Plum's fingers tapped on the keyboard a few times, and she coughed lightly.
"When he checked into the hotel, he specifically asked the front desk about the Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters. It seems that he is not just here for a trip this time. Do you need to monitor him? Coulson. "
The Level Eight agent was silent for more than ten seconds. He should be thinking, and finally, his voice sounded again.
"Recently, the Mutant Brotherhood has been somewhat abnormally active. Saber may not know what kind of trouble his bloodline will bring him. Let's do this, Plum, you monitor him. If the Mutant Brotherhood comes forward to contact him, you will show up and warn him. If he just communicates with Professor Charles, you don't have to stop him."
"Me?"
Plum's fingers on the table tightened at this moment. She gritted her teeth, and there was a trace of struggle on her face. As a former Level Seven agent, she had a rare moment of retreat. "Coulson, can you send someone else? I … I have already transferred to a desk job."
"Sigh … Plum."
Coulson's voice had a trace of frustration. He took a few deep breaths.
"Saber is a dangerous person. He single-handedly killed Lars Al Ghul. Once he senses a threat, he will not hesitate. I don't believe that he came to New York without a weapon to defend himself. A Level Six agent will definitely not be able to deal with him, but a Level Eight agent has their own mission. That guy's personality has also determined that he will not trust a stranger. Most importantly, you have the same skin color as him, and you have interacted with him before. It will be easy for you to gain his trust. Listen to me, you are the most suitable person …"
Coulson did not finish his sentence. Plum's inner demons mainly came from the little girl she killed. Even if everyone thought that she did the right thing, she could not get over herself. If it were someone else, it would be fine to transfer to a desk job, but Agent Plum was different.
She was an ace agent who was chosen by the founder of SHIELD, the legendary agent Carter Page, and was trained by herself. She became a Level Six agent at the age of 24 and a Level Seven agent at the age of 28. She was known as a rising star in SHIELD. If she transferred to a desk job, not only Coulson, but even Director Nick Fury would feel that it was a pity.
Therefore, this time, Coulson asked Plum to monitor Saber and Catherine. His purpose was to let Plum overcome her inner demons. This psychological problem could not be avoided. Once it became a habitual fear, it would become quite troublesome. Coulson did not want his excellent colleague to be crippled.
“...”
Plum did not speak, but her silence actually represented an answer. Coulson simply added another one.
"Then, you are only responsible for monitoring. Agent Barton has recently participated in a special experiment in the triangular building. If there is a battle, you can summon him at any time. I will say hello to him. It's a pity that Agent Barbara is out on a mission. Otherwise, she could perfectly accompany you."
"Okay! Coulson! "
Mei screamed and interrupted Coulson's persuasion. She closed her eyes. As a Level-7 agent who was treated differently by a legendary agent, how could she not know what Coulson was thinking? She leaned back in her chair and stared blankly at the dark top floor of the office. She reached out and took a pack of cigarettes from the table. She took a deep breath in the midst of the cloud of cigarette smoke.
"I will go! But I don't intend to hide myself, Coulson. Go there as an ordinary friend. With Saber Hawk's personality, he will not dislike this kind of open contact, especially when we have already expressed our goodwill. "
"Okay. This will also serve as a warning to those who are secretly observing them. Treat this as a trip, Plum. I hope the next time I am on a mission, it will be you standing beside me. Good night, my friend. "
"Good night … Coulson."
Plum hung up the phone. She stayed in the empty office, holding the lit cigarette in her hand. Her originally cold eyes were now emitting a touch of melancholy and silence. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes slightly. It seemed like she was resting, thinking, or even persuading herself.
Ten minutes later, she reached out and pulled open the work cabinet. Under the documents, there were two well-maintained special pistols. She picked one up, and her hands danced like shadows as she disassembled the gun into more than 30 parts. She moved her fingers, and the corner of her mouth revealed a satisfied smile.
"Agent Plum, let's go!"
In the same night, Gotham was not as peaceful.
"Bang!"
The door of the morgue was violently kicked open. Five tall figures strode into the place that no normal person would be willing to enter. The leading figure was as tall as a mountain. He reached out his left hand and waved it gently. Behind him, four armed soldiers wearing black helmets began to search for the corpses that were placed in the morgue.
They seemed to be searching for a specific target.
"Ka Ka"
While the others were busy, the tall figure stood at the same spot. He moved his hands and the joints of his fingers made cracking sounds. When his fist, which was wearing a black combat glove, was closed, it was like a war hammer.
His breathing was heavy, like a trapped beast. In fact, it was indeed so. The leader's face was covered with a black respirator that was connected by a special tube. It extended down to his body. He seemed to need the aid of the respirator to complete his breathing. However, the respirator did not make him weak. On the contrary, every heavy breath he took was like a release of his own strength.
Just by standing there, he was like a wild beast! It was hard to believe that there could be such a strong person in this world.
On his bald head, there was a black strap that held the respirator in place. His eyes were extremely cold. Whether it was looking at the corpses or his own team members and soldiers, his expression did not change at all.
If Saber was here, he would definitely be familiar with this gaze. Because he once had the same gaze.
"Leader Bane! Found it! "
His team member's voice made him turn around abruptly. He strode into the depths of the morgue. There, a black body bag was carefully placed on a metal rack by the side by four team members. Bane personally opened the zipper of the body bag. Hidden inside was a beautiful woman with long chestnut-colored hair. However, at this moment, her eyes were closed. Her face was pale, as if she was in a deep sleep.
"Thalia …"
When Bane looked at the woman, his beast-like eyes were unexpectedly gentle. His fingers gently brushed across the cold, scarred face and finally stopped at a scar on the woman's forehead.
"I'm late … I'm sorry."
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