Just like when they came, Agent May drove the car while Saber sat in the passenger seat. Saber was a talkative person, but Agent May's personality was a headache, so the two didn't talk much along the way. Saber felt that if this continued, he would be driven crazy sooner or later.
Back at the hotel, Saber threw the black handbag in his hand on the bed, then turned and walked into the bathroom. May followed behind him and sat on the chair by the window.
Saber wasn't worried that May would find out what was in the black handbag. Wayne Industries and Tony Stark had reached an agreement, and he could push all the blame to Lucius. If SHIELD was powerful enough, they could ask Lucius directly.
"I really don't like this feeling!"
Saber turned on the showerhead and let the hot water spray on his body. He stood there with his eyes closed. In the past two days, he had completely figured out his position in SHIELD's eyes.
He was a little tricky to deal with, but not that difficult to deal with. This could be seen from Agent Barton's appearance last night. They knew Seiber's personality, so they used a slightly overboard method to warn him whose territory he was in.
Frankly speaking, Fury's approach was not surprising. If Saber had that kind of resources and stood in that position, he would definitely be more overboard than Fury. But if the person being threatened was himself, the suffocating feeling in his heart was unbearable.
This was especially true for someone like Seiber.
"Phew … It's not time yet …"
Looking at the water droplets flowing down the wall in front of him, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the hot water wash away the depression in his heart. Tomorrow was the day to meet Professor Charles. If everything went well, he would soon leave New York.
Going back to Gotham … Although I was unwilling to admit it, at this stage where my strength was still insufficient, I couldn't afford to provoke him. I would just avoid him. After all, he didn't intend to get rid of S.H.I.E.L.D. and replace them. He wasn't one of those Chuunibyou youngsters who wanted revenge after being bullied.
As long as there wasn't any conflict of interest between the two parties, Seiber wouldn't mind taking a step back. However, there were many times when things didn't change according to one's wishes. There were many factors that would push everyone involved in the story forward. We usually called this situation 'fate'.
Although they didn't want to admit it, the vast majority of people didn't have the ability to resist fate. From another point of view, weren't those people who swore to take their lives by the throat, the weak who couldn't free themselves from fate?
A few minutes later, Seiber, who was wearing a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom while wiping his hair with a towel. However, he saw Agent Plum who was still sitting there. Seiber raised his eyebrows.
"Do you have something to tell me?"
Saber threw the wet towel on the table, turned around, and sat on the bed. He leaned against the headboard and picked up the cigarette box. After the first wisp of smoke rose, a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Or, are you not planning to leave tonight?"
Agent Plum turned her head, but her eyes didn't change at all. That kind of indifference was enough to calm down any man.
"Tsk, boring."
Saber pursed his lips, flicked the cigarette ash, and asked directly, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Plum put down the teacup in her hand, folded her hands on her lap, and said in her unique hoarse voice,
"Professor Charles' schedule has changed. I just received news that he might need to stay in California for another 1-2 days. That means we won't be able to go to Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters tomorrow."
"Ah …"
Saber let out a howl of despair. He reached out and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his face full of despair.
"In other words, I have to stay in New York for another 2 days? Can't we take a look around the academy first? "
"As you know, Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters uses closed teaching. In fact, any appointment to visit the campus needs to be submitted 5 days in advance."
Plum also had a bitter smile on her face. "That place is Professor Charles' family business. If he doesn't want to, no one can enter. They have enough power to protect their existence. Although Mr. Charles' cooperation with SHIELD is deep, his stubborn self-protection is a headache for us. In fact, you may not know that Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters uses elite education …"
"Huh? You haven't mentioned this before. "
Saber raised his head and looked at Agent Plum curiously. His hands were behind his head, folded on the wall, and he asked, "What do you mean? Explain. "
"Do you know what the lowest level of mutant ability is in Professor Charles' academy?"
Agent Plum picked up the teacup and took a sip. She looked at Saber and stretched out three fingers.
"Gamma-level … The castle can only house 120 people at most. Including the students who just enrolled this year, there are only 64 people in the academy. All of them are Gamma-level mutants, without exception. Although Professor Charles claims that he treats all mutants the same, frankly speaking, I don't think you're worthy enough to impress him. After all, your ability rating is only Epsilon-Level, isn't it?"
Saber's face immediately darkened. His eyelids twitched.
"The document that Coulson gave me didn't mention this, and you didn't mention this before."
Plum smiled gently. She reached out and brushed her short hair behind her ear.
"That's because it's different now. Saber, Director Fury thinks that you are a force to be reckoned with, so I got permission to reveal some other things to you. But in exchange, I need you to do something for us."
She looked at Saber, who opened his eyes, and said with a heavy tone.
"Believe me, compared to your ability, this is nothing."
"What do I get in return?"
Saber asked directly. "Do you know what I want?"
Agent Plum leaned back on the sofa. Tonight, she was more active than before, probably because she got permission. She did not hesitate to show off her beautiful body in front of Saber. She was still wearing the uniform from the weapons fair, so under her short skirt, her legs were wrapped in black stockings. Saber could not help but raise his eyebrows.
"Although you didn't say it directly, from our analysis of your personality, you came to New York for two things. First, you have solved the problem with Catherine. Second, you want to see Professor Charles to clarify the limits of your ability and how to improve it, right?"
Plum put the teacup in her hand on the table and crossed her fingers.
"This is not a secret. In fact, every ambitious mutant will pay attention to these two questions, and you are no exception. But I have to say, Saber, we have what you want!"
She straightened her body a little, and her tone became playful.
"Don't underestimate S.H.I.E.L.D."
Hearing this, Seber lowered his hands from his back and placed them by his side to support his body. It was obvious that he was a little agitated, but he quickly controlled his emotions and pressed his fingers on his back.
"Then … tell me what you need me to do."
Plum stood up and moved her shoulders. She put her hands on the window and looked at the dusk scenery outside. Her voice sounded.
"Tomorrow, in Queens, New York, the Mutant Brotherhood will have a special gathering. I need you to sneak in and help us get something. The Brotherhood will never suspect its own people. Get that thing, and we will give you what you need."
"Why don't you send Hunter?"
After a few seconds, Saber's voice was heard. "The big bald guy who appeared with you and Coulson in Gotham last time, he is also a mutant, isn't he?"
Plum did not answer immediately. After a while, she sighed and slowly turned around.
"Hunter has his own mission, Saber … Listen to me, this is what I got for you …"
Agent Plum's voice came to a halt as a black muzzle stopped right in front of her forehead. The expression on Seiber's face disappeared as he held the gun. All that was left was coldness, just like the cold blade of a knife in winter.
"Who are you? What did you do to Plum? "
A hint of surprise flashed across' Plum's' eyes, but after seeing the mockery on Seiber's face, the surprise disappeared and was replaced by a satisfied smile.
Under the threat of a gun, she did not care. She took a step back and leaned against the window. Her face showed a charming smile that Plum would never have.
"Clap, clap, clap."
She even extended her hand and clapped for Saber. "Ah, I knew it. I shouldn't have answered that question. You are indeed a powerful person, Saber Hawk. Can I ask, how did you find out? I am very confident in my disguise. "
Saber's eyes were cold.
"Plum may be beautiful, but she is as conservative as the old women of the last century. She will not allow me to admire her beautiful body, and she will not speak to me sincerely … To be honest, I quite like Plum in this form. Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful you are, you are just a fake … Where is Plum? I will only ask twice! Next time, it will be Bullet asking you. "
"Oh, what a violent person."
"Plum" covered her mouth and laughed. She spread her fingers, and a small golden object fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. She looked at Saber with a playful expression.
"Do you really think that I have not done anything after being here for so long?"
Saber looked at the bullets on the ground, but his smile did not change. He waved the gun.
"Oh … Then maybe you can take a gamble. Maybe there are no bullets in this gun?"
"Plum"'s expression turned cold. She stood up straight and said with gritted teeth, "You are a lunatic.
"You lunatic, you actually carry a loaded gun with you …"
"Uh, how should I put it?"
Saber scratched his head. "This world is dangerous, isn't it? I don't even dare to relax when I sleep. And it turns out that I was right to be careful. You are standing in front of me now. Isn't that the proof? "
"Pa!"
As soon as Saber finished speaking, "Plum" waved her left hand and a black shadow with barbs wrapped around his wrist. He felt a sharp pain and his vision blurred. Before he could react, the gun was already in "Plum's" hand. She held a long black whip in her other hand and pointed it at Saber proudly with a mocking smile on her face.
"Now, I have the advantage! My kind … Ah! "
However, Seiber didn't care about the gun at all. He dashed forward and punched her in the stomach. His voice was cold to the extreme.
"Stop joking. How can someone who can be killed by me be my kind?"
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