Life is short, and most of the time, you need to think about it over and over again. But if you spend too much time thinking about it, your life will become boring. Sometimes, you need to be more straightforward and do what you want to do.
At the same time, everyone had their own beliefs. There were some things that one had to do. For example, right now, the black Dodge had run through seven red lights and was speeding towards Third Avenue in Queens. It was getting closer and closer to the time that Raven had mentioned. To the Mutant Brotherhood, the life and death of an ordinary person was not a big deal. However, to Seber, Mae's life had a special meaning.
It was not because of love. It was simply because he did not want to see the people he had implicated die in vain. Furthermore, he had been getting along well with Mei for the past few days. Most importantly, he wanted to see what kind of people the Mutant Brotherhood was made of.
Raven was a strong opponent, but she was right about one thing. With the Mutant Brotherhood's style of doing things, even if Saber escaped this time, there would be a next time. Next time, it might be Poppa or Catherine.
Once a person has something to worry about, there are some things that really have to be done.
On the other side, 457 Third Avenue, Queens, was a dilapidated warehouse. It was located alone at the front of the road, far away from the residences. It looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, but tonight, there was a faint light coming on, and there was also the sound of noisy conversations.
The door of the warehouse was half closed. It was already evening outside. In a big city like New York, nighttime didn't mean the end of entertainment. In fact, nightlife had just begun. But for the people sitting at the old table in the warehouse, the nightlife of ordinary people had little to do with them.
They looked like ordinary people, old and young. Some were holding bottles of wine, some were smoking cigarettes, and some were leaning against the side and sleeping. On the big table in front of them, there was a variety of food and enough entertainment. Three guys were sitting at the table on the other side, playing cards. It was hard to believe that these guys were the ones who kidnapped a Level 7 S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
Some of them had messy tattoos on their arms. Some of them simply had non-mainstream mohican hair dyed in various colors. At first glance, they looked like a group of chuunibyou teenagers. However, under this chaotic appearance, they had another layer of identity.
Mutants were hidden among ordinary people, but they were different from ordinary people.
Their abilities were a mess, each with their own characteristics, but they were not particularly powerful mutants. This was a test. The big shots hiding behind the scenes would not put their elite soldiers here for Saber to slaughter. In fact, these were all mutants who had recently joined the Brotherhood. Their loyalty was very questionable, otherwise, they would not have been placed here.
But if you think that they are easy to deal with because of their terrible appearance, you will definitely be at a disadvantage. The Mutants' various abilities combined together will definitely cause a great deal of trouble to the opponents who break into this place, even fatal.
Bang!
A fist slammed on the table. A half-drunk man stood up unsteadily. He turned around and walked towards the deeper part of the warehouse. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him until a person sitting in the dark stopped him.
"What do you want to do?"
The person standing in the dark asked. His voice was not loud, but it was very clear to everyone's ears. The drunk man said casually, "There's a beautiful woman in the warehouse.
"There's a great woman there, and I'm a normal man. What do you think I want to do?"
These words with a special meaning made everyone laugh. Some of them even whistled and slapped the table. Obviously, the drunkard wasn't the only one with such thoughts.
"Go back … For your pitiful little life."
The figure in the dark slowly walked out. It was a man wearing a black furry trench coat. He was dressed like an upper-class person. He had short black hair and neatly trimmed sideburns all over his cheeks. In the dark, one of his hands was behind his back, while the other was rubbing his chin.
He did not look up at the drunk man.
"Plum is a Level 7 agent. If she wasn't tied up, she could easily kill everyone here. Listen to me. Go back to your seat. Our guests will be here soon."
It sounded like advice, but the black-clothed man's impatient tone turned the advice into mockery. The drunkard in front of him immediately flew into a rage.
"Who the f * ck do you think you are? Get out of my way!"
He reached out his hand to push the man in front of him away, but his hand landed on the man's shoulder. He pushed with all his might, but the man in black did not move an inch. He did not even move an inch.
This situation made the drunkard feel uneasy, but when he remembered that there were so many people looking at him from behind, he gritted his teeth and raised his fist. His muscles bulged, indicating that he was a strength-type mutant. However, the moment he raised his fist, the man in black waved his left hand that was behind his back. His five fingers were curved like the claws of a beast, and his sharp nails cut through the air like a howling wind.
In the eyes of the others, it was as if five blood-red shadows flashed in the dim light. It was like a red afterimage, as if nothing had changed. However, two seconds later, the drunkard's body swayed, and like a falling tree, he fell to the ground of the warehouse. Scratches that looked like the claws of a wild beast tore through his throat and left five horrifying wounds on his chest. Blood splattered everywhere, almost dying his upper body red.
He was dead. There was no doubt about it.
"What's the difference between you and a normal person?"
The man in black looked like he had done something insignificant. He shook his left hand in boredom, and the blood and flesh on his fingernails were flung to the ground. The fingernails retracted at a speed visible to the naked eye. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hand, and threw the blood-stained handkerchief on the cold body of the drunk man.
"Do you really think that you can do whatever you want after joining the Mutant Brotherhood? Do you really think that every one of us is a kind person like Eric, who would not harm his own kind? Do you really think that you can do whatever you want just because you have the ability to make people laugh? "
"No, no, no. Remember this clearly. Without the Brotherhood, you are nothing. You are trash!"
He casually said something that would anger anyone, but no one dared to stand up and refute him. The drunk man's body and the smell of blood in the warehouse brought a message to everyone.
It was fear. No, no, no. It was not an exaggeration or a literary statement. It was real fear.
The black-clothed man's nostrils twitched. He abruptly raised his head to look at the ceiling of the warehouse. The next moment, two silver-white objects were thrown into the warehouse. The moment they landed, a green gas was squeezed out by a small air pump inside and quickly spread out in all directions.
At the same time, the only three dim lights in the warehouse were extinguished at the same time. In the darkness, the highly compressed green gas quickly spread. The man in black shook his head hard. Even a powerful mutant like him could not escape the infection of the poisonous gas.
As long as he still needed to breathe, the infection would always be there. Victor felt an emotion that he had not felt for a long time. He turned his head and looked around. The air and scenery around him were slightly distorted. As a powerhouse who had experienced countless battles, Victor knew that his senses were being deceived.
There was something wrong with the green gas!
Viktor covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve. Even though the weakened version of the Fear Gas could not completely affect his emotions, but to be honest, it was not Viktor's habit to stay here when he knew there was danger. He quickly rushed to the entrance of the warehouse and kicked away two bastards who were charging at him under the influence of the Fear Gas.
The Mystic Woman had requested him to observe Seiber's strength and assess the threat of the Red Demon. But now, it seemed like the few scumbags she had brought along were no threat to Seiber at all. Viktor knew very well that in this situation where their senses had been distorted, even though they appeared to be in a frenzy, in reality, in a situation where their minds had been affected, it would only take a slightly calmer person to wipe them out one by one.
The moment he rushed out of the warehouse, he looked back and saw a dark red shadow falling from the sky. It landed among the bastards who were either a little out of shape due to inhaling the poisonous gas or had their will completely crushed by the fear in their hearts. It was hard to see clearly in the dark, but the moment Saber landed, two of them fell to the ground.
He did not even use a gun. He must have used some kind of cold weapon.
"It's over."
Victor no longer paid any attention to the battlefield that was on a completely different level. He quickly stood on the ground outside the warehouse and breathed in the slightly chilly night air. He was trying to suppress the poisonous gas that he inhaled with his powerful self-healing ability.
Other than that, he, who was originally uninterested, was now interested in the Red Demon. This kind of sudden attack, coupled with a clean and efficient attack, did not look like an interesting Epsilon Mutant like Raven had said. Saber was obviously underestimated.
"Puff!"
The black straight blade penetrated the heart of the mutant who had transformed his arms into insect claws. Saber pulled his left hand out, and the mutant who did not look like a normal person fell to the ground. Under the influence of the poisonous gas, their will was severely weakened, and their senses were magnified. This meant that they could not block a sharp and accurate attack.
In the five seconds after he fell from the sky, he had already killed two of them. This was the third. Including the drunkard who was killed by Victor, there were only three left.
It wasn't because the three of them were strong, but because the moment the toxic gas exploded, a middle-aged Mutant waved his hands and summoned a gust of wind to blow away the toxic gas around his body. This Mutant seemed to be able to control the flow of air, and he even protected the two people beside him.
However, by the time they came back to their senses, the guy with the dark red ghost mask, dark red armor, and black long saber in one hand had already killed everyone except for them.
Under the influence of this rapid killing, Saber's shadow in the dark became dangerous.
"Who … Who are you!"
The voice of the middle-aged man who manipulated the wind trembled a little. He couldn't be blamed. Before joining the Mutant brothers, he was just a failed businessman. After the California riot, his identity made him hated by almost everyone around him. He had never seen such a character before.
The other two were not much better than him. One of them was bent over, black hair popping out from his skin, and a tail swaying in the dark. The other was holding a dagger. If one looked closely, one could see that the blade of the dagger was flashing with electricity.
"Tsk tsk, what a strange ability …"
Saber kicked the lifeless corpse on the ground. Even after death, this guy's arms did not return to their normal form. Instead, they remained in the form of insect limbs.
It looked very intimidating, but in fact, it was … unbelievably weak.
"I heard that you wanted to see the real Saber Hawk, so I came … But is this the strength of the Brotherhood?"
"Are you … Are you kidding me?"
(From my conscience: "Divine Magician", purifies the bloodline and the will. This is a story about the origin of a civilization that transcends the heavens. It's a rare fantasy masterpiece in 2017. It has the potential to be a great god … I've already said so, why don't you go and take a look?)
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