The ideal is plump, but the reality is always thin.
As a bipolar member of the Mutants society, Professor Charles is not someone that Seiber can meet whenever he wants to. Even if he is lucky enough to get on SHIELD's good side, after Agent May sent a private request to Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters, the reply she received was that it would take at least three days.
Mr. Charles is not in New York now. For such a person, no one in the world can find his whereabouts as long as he wants to, but judging from the recent Mutant riots in California, the gentleman is likely to be in California.
However, Seber wasn't willing to travel all the way to a dangerous place to meet an important person. Therefore, he decided to stay in New York for three more days to relax his tense emotions.
However, if it's just for fun, Agent May won't accompany him. Although Saber has a little affection for this iceberg beauty with the same skin color, unfortunately, Agent May is busy, so no one will accompany him in the streets and alleys of New York for 3 days.
There are too many things for a Level 7 agent to deal with, especially for someone like May who has transferred to a civilian job.
Seiber wore a pair of sunglasses and a black baseball cap as he walked leisurely on the streets of Queens. He held a half-eaten chicken roll in his hand as he strolled leisurely on the streets like an ordinary traveler.
Aimless, even he doesn't know where he wants to go, but there is no doubt that this seemingly time-wasting walk is a very effective way to relax the nerves. When Saber completely integrated into the crowd, his spirit also cooled down. He likes this kind of wandering.
And most importantly, New York's order is much better than Gotham. When he's wandering, he doesn't have to worry about 4 gunmen jumping out to surround him.
But even the most relaxed Saber can feel that there are always some people around him silently watching him. His own kind can always recognize his own kind. He glanced around and found 2 guys not far from him, wearing casual clothes, like the most ordinary pedestrians on the streets of New York, but he can see the same people in 4 consecutive blocks. Saber said that they are too fated with him.
There is no doubt that SHIELD is telling him in this way: We are watching you, don't cause trouble.
"What a domineering style."
Saber sat on an outdoor chair, stuffed the last bite of the chicken roll into his mouth, and bought a cup of Coke in the convenience store. He continued his stroll while drinking with a straw.
Queens has a nice name and good public security. Saber looked at the road signs on the street and figured that since there is still plenty of time, he plans to go to Chinatown. The main reason is that he has been eating fast food recently, which made his stomach a little uncomfortable. Although the food in Chinatown is also bad and full of weird "China taste", it is at least better than hamburgers.
However, just as he turned a corner, a few shouts suddenly attracted his attention. He looked back and saw that the shouts came from an inconspicuous alley on the side of the street. It seemed to be the voice of a teenager. This piqued his curiosity. He took a sip of his cola and walked toward the alley.
In the dim street, a fight had just ended.
Peter Parker was punched twice in the face. The school uniform of this thin high school student was full of dust and stains. Obviously, the ground of the alley was very dirty and rolling on it in this season is not a good pastime.
He looked at the four students blocking the way in front of him and took two steps back in fear. In Midtown High School, no one did not know Parker's name. On the one hand, this guy's academic performance is particularly good and he is often called a "genius" by the teachers. On the other hand, Parker always has a dull look except during class.
"Nerd" is simply a perfect portrayal of him.
As we all know, in the life of a middle school student, nerds are usually the target of bullying. Even Parker, who has a superhuman IQ, can't escape this fate. Everyone bullies him because he rarely resists. The raging hormones of puberty make these silly children use this method to show off their "strength" to others. Just like the colorful tail of a proud peacock, it attracts girls who are just as silly as him.
No one would care about the feelings of a bullied child like Parker. After all, he has no one to confide in, right?
"Hey, Parker bro, that fatty Pride praised you again today. You're very impressive."
A big guy, who is two heads taller than Parker and bulging with muscles, grinned as he flexed his wrists. From the school uniform he is wearing, it is obvious that he is poor Parker's classmate.
He is the star of Midtown High School's football team, Thompson, who is known as "Lightning". Ugh, an unlucky name, but Thompson is indeed the star of Midtown High School. He changes girlfriends every month and has a lot of prestige in his class.
The most unfortunate thing is that he is in the same class as Parker. The three guys behind him who are rubbing their hands together are also his classmates.
In the face of Thompson's mockery, Parker gripped his school bag tightly with both hands. There is a hint of anger on his battered face. His eyes were flung to the side, the lens is broken. This is a common occurrence for Parker. He is a good child. Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei are already under a lot of pressure to pay for his school fees, he does not want them to have to pay more.
But unfortunately, a guy like Thompson will not be considerate of him. In fact, at their age, not many children would take the initiative to be considerate of others.
"Thompson, I didn't do anything to you!"
The skinny Parker shouted at Thompson. This is the only resistance he can muster. In the next moment, Thompson rushed up. The big boy felt his "dignity" is being humiliated. How dare this nerd Parker resist him?
"Beat him up!"
Thompson shouted, and the three boys behind him charged towards Parker. Parker, on the other hand, was trembling as he crouched on the ground, his hands covering his head. He was obviously used to this kind of scene.
The first punch landed on his shoulder. It was painful, but it was followed by a series of punches and kicks.
The pain made Parker's body tremble non-stop. Tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably. He felt wronged, really wronged. Ever since he entered Midtown High School, in the past year or so, everyone had been looking for trouble with him. Parker didn't know why such a situation had happened.
Is it wrong to be friendly to others? Is it wrong to not get into conflict with others? Why is everyone bullying me? Is it just because of my good grades?
Thompson's satisfied roar reverberated in his ears. It was as if he was mocking Parker's cowardice. The child's heart was at its limit. Amidst the laughter of Thompson and the other three boys, Parker's heart snapped. He didn't know where the courage came from, but he charged forward and aimed a punch at Thompson's face.
Even though he knew this will only lead to more violent beatings, even though he knew this will disappoint Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei, he still did it.
Because no one should lose their last shred of dignity in this kind of unreasonable humiliation. Either fight back or succumb.
"Ah!"
The punch did not have much power behind it, but Thompson still held his cheek in shock. The other three kids were stunned as well. They had never seen Parker fight back, but when they came back to their senses, Thompson's heart was burning with rage. This bastard, this coward actually dared to fight back?
"Kill him!"
Thompson clenched his fists, uncontrollable rage flashing in his eyes. He raised his fist and punched Parker's face. The punch sent half of the high schooler's body flying. Still, he was not satisfied. Like an enraged bull, he charged at Parker, who was sprawled on the ground.
A thought flashed through his mind. He wanted to kill him!
Parker curled up on the ground silently. He knew he was done for.
But he maintained this position for three seconds. He did not feel Thompson's attack. He raised his head and saw another figure standing in front of him and Thompson. He could not see the person's face, but he could see that the person's hand was holding Thompson's raised fist. It was as if it was a cotton ball instead of a heavy punch.
"Go away! Bastard! Son of a bitch, go away! "
Thompson stared at the yellow-skinned man who dashed out from the corner of the street and stood between him and Parker. He had never seen him before, but the anger and humiliation he felt when his fist was blocked almost drove him crazy. Seeing Seiber sucking on the straw in his mouth, Thompson cursed as he raised his other fist and yelled, "What the f * ck is this?!
"Yellow monkey, get out of my way!"
Bang!
In the next moment, under Parker's incredulous gaze, Saber let go of Thompson's hand in a flash. Then, he threw a punch. The tall and strong Thompson was sent flying backward as if he had been hit by a bull. He crashed into the three helpless kids.
Saber walked slowly to the four wailing high schoolers. He bent down, reached out, and pulled Thompson up from the ground by his hair. The smile on his face did not change, but there was a hint of malice in it.
"Excuse me, does my skin color annoy you?"
"F * ck! You bitch! "
Bang!
Another punch sent Thompson's body rolling on the dirty ground for more than three meters. This time, Saber did not use his hand to grab him. Instead, he stomped on Thompson's calf. He did not use much force. After all, Thompson was just a kid. There was no need to use the methods used to deal with criminals. But even so, the pain was enough to make the high schooler scream.
"Come on, tell me, you don't like me, right?"
"Bastard! Bastard! "
Bang!
"I'll allow you to say that one more time."
The three kids with Thompson were petrified. Seiber held the almost empty bottle of cola in one hand and punched Thompson's body mercilessly with the other. Thompson, the strongest of them all, couldn't even fight back in front of Seiber.
For people who liked to bully the weak to show off their power, persistence and willpower did not exist. Hence, their pitiful minds collapsed in an instant. They turned and ran, but Saber's cold voice came from behind them.
"If one of you runs, I'll chop off one of his hands. If all of you run, he's dead meat."
The three kids turned around and saw the dagger dancing in Seber's hand. It was like a butterfly dancing between his fingers. They were scared out of their wits. They were like helpless sheep that didn't know what to do. They stood rooted to the ground and didn't dare to make a move.
"You see, you're always like this. You think you're strong and ruthless. But to be honest, you're not even as good as the insects on the ground. Now, you're facing me, someone who's even more ruthless than you. How are you going to deal with me?"
Saber stretched his shoulders. He looked at the small kid who was getting up from the ground. He did not stand up for him. He only saw the punch he used to retaliate.
He saw the same fear in Parker's eyes. But when Parker looked at Thompson, who was under his foot, there was a trace of joy that could not be ignored. At least he knew that Saber was on his side.
What about Saber?
Saber admired people like Parker who dared to retaliate. He was not the kind of person who only knew how to endure. Since he had already retaliated, then he would let him do the rest. Just like how he taught Catherine not to go easy on her opponents at Fatty Jon's place, now he was going to teach this high schooler, a total stranger, what a real retaliation was.
Against a tiger, you had to fight with your life to survive. But against a wild dog, all you had to do was swing a stick and hit it hard on the head. Then it would remember you and not dare to bare its fangs at you again.
"Ah … Bitch! Bitch！”
Thompson was still cursing. In response, Saber raised his left foot and stomped it down. Then, the scream drowned out everything. He hooked his finger at Parker.
"That punch just now was not bad, kid."
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