Bruce's lightsaber was gone,
In a literal sense. He remembered it when he was playing with Jack,
He remembered Jack saying in a soft voice, "Mommy said you protected us,
You defeated the bad guys,
You're a hero. "When Bruce couldn't help but smile.
In the eyes of a child, the world was either black or white. The simple word "bad guy" could cover almost all the darkness,
Of course, when Bruce asked, "Who's your favorite hero, me or your father?",
He was defeated by Jack's "Daddy is the best,
I like Daddy the most "matter-of-fact tone.
Bruce guessed that Foyet probably took it away when he checked his weapons,
When he woke up at Haley's house, he found that the lightsaber was no longer with him,
But after that, he fainted, was arrested, and escaped from prison, and a series of events made him forget about it.
At first, he thought that he had left it at Haley's house. Haley was still in the hospital at that time,
He was afraid that Jack would accidentally hurt him when he picked it up, so he quickly told Hotch about it. Of course,
He used a "dangerous weapon" and described the shape of the lightsaber's hilt — a round metal disk about 20 centimeters in diameter, less than 5 centimeters in diameter. Then, when Hotch asked him if it was a bomb with a dark face, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry and explained that it didn't have any area-of-effect lethality,
It could be used as a sharp knife.
Unfortunately, after searching, he found nothing. The lightsaber could have been abandoned anywhere on the road from the house outside Arlington to Haley's house,
It could have been found by random people on the way, or it could have been taken away or thrown into a garbage bag by the cleaning staff for Haley's house,
It could now be in a junkyard or a metal recycling place somewhere. In short, it was almost impossible for Bruce to find it again.
It wasn't that Bruce was reluctant to part with the lightsaber,
Although he had become familiar with the use of the lightsaber through training, to be honest, he had never encountered a situation where he needed to use the lightsaber,
But it would be fine if this kind of high-tech item that only appeared in movies was destroyed,
But if someone found out how to use it, it would be quite simple to turn on the switch on the hilt,
There would definitely be complications. Although this might not have anything to do with him, there was still a possibility that it would implicate him.
Now, he could only hope that the lightsaber had been taken away by the cleaners as garbage, and then disposed of at some garbage station, causing damage or burying it so that no one would find it again.
"Meggen, what can I find out from this URL?" Bruce sat in front of the computer and looked at the URL displayed in the address bar. That was what he got from Foyet. Foyet said that he hired helpers from there.
The URL was a black page with a white line in the middle: Welcome to T. However, there was nothing that could be done. There wasn't even a place to enter the login name and password that Foyet had obtained.
"I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't find anything useful." Meggen's image was displayed on the screen. She shrugged and made a helpless expression. She looked very cute.
Excuse
me？ This was too much of a regression. After all, he was someone who had been through the Reincarnation Realm and the future world many times. Artificial intelligence?
Bruce felt that Meggen wasn't very useful. He still remembered that when he was in the Reincarnation Realm, he had experienced some derivative worlds similar to the world he originally lived in. Alicia had easily hacked into various systems of the government with high levels of defense. Was this probably because Meggen's code wasn't complete?
"To access this website, you need to go through multiple proxy servers, and these servers have related verification programs, so the source can't be traced …"
Bruce didn't know much about this and was a little annoyed. After thinking about it, he wrote all of this into the case report and submitted the reincarnation application.
oo00oo
Bruce's reincarnation application was still not approved. Half a month had passed. The good news was that he was acquitted of the matter with Foyet, and so was the prison break. He had to thank the doctor for playing a role in this.
Bruce realized that Tribute wasn't just a loose organization like he thought. It wasn't like the X-Men or the Brotherhood. Instead, Tribute was the main force in dealing with mutant-related matters. Tribute was also in charge of communicating with the government. Of course, this was with the support of Professor X.
If the mutantkind was like a group with a certain degree of autonomy, then Tribute was probably like the elected members of this group, representing the wishes of the majority of the mutantkind. Whether it was the government or the mutantkind, Tribute had a strong voice.
It was a lawyer sent by the doctor who argued for him. The core point was that the mutantkind were also American citizens and had all the rights that a citizen should have. In times of crisis, they had the right to defend themselves. In addition to the evidence he produced from the eye camera, he was finally acquitted. Of course, Bruce knew that the presence of Professor X and several powerful X-Men was also the main reason. Otherwise, he might not even have the right to talk to others about his own rights.
At this time, Bruce was sitting at a table by the window in Bluetears Café, playing with a key ring in his hand. This café was one of Tribute's businesses.
The key ring looked familiar. Bruce had seen it many times in the previous case. A small sign about the thickness of Bruce's index finger was strung on it. The whole sign was black, with a dark green "Tribute" on one side and a string of letters "10MS004" on the other side.
"Good afternoon." The doctor sat opposite Bruce. "Welcome to Tribute."
Bruce responded with a "Hmm". The sun shone through the window and he looked a little lazy. "What's the meaning of this number?"
"10 represents the year of joining, S is the rating, and 004 is the serial number of the joining."
"Rating? I heard that in the past, it used to be Alpha, Omega, and so on. "Bruce seemed to be indifferent.
"That kind of rating is more vague. There are references between the control of the ability and the potential. This kind of rating from S to E by the government is clear at a glance. Other than S, it is completely based on the destructive power of your ability. S represents the ability to show great lethality or strategic significance without being limited by the environment. From A to E, from high to low, it is based on the destructive power. We also use this kind of rating method. "
Only based on destructive power? Bruce curled the corner of his mouth and did not say anything else.
Of course, Bruce joined Tribute not because of the current purpose of Tribute, which was to serve the mutants or fight for the rights and interests of the mutants. He had no interest in these, nor did he have any consciousness of doing something for the race as a mutant.
It was just because he owed the doctor more than one favor. The doctor saved Haley and put in a lot of effort in his matter. Even if the doctor did not befriend him, the doctor did help him a lot, and most of the time, he was a person who would repay kindness.
Of course, the doctor also said that he did not need to do anything else but to borrow his power at certain times. There were also special explanations about this at certain times.
For example, the rescue of mutants who were captured by some private companies for research, or the arrest of mutants who broke the law or rules. This rule specifically referred to the use of mutant abilities that could easily cause panic in front of ordinary people.
In a series of agreements with the government, the mutants obtained the right to deal with many things internally. But at the same time, the trouble was the same. If the incident caused by the mutants could not be dealt with effectively within a certain period of time, and the government intervened, then the mutants would not have the final say on how to deal with it.
This was exactly what Bruce wanted. He did not want to spend any energy in this area, but it was still acceptable to occasionally help. Of course, Bruce also asked if there were X-Men. The doctor's answer was that these seniors had done too much for the mutants and did not want to always trouble them. Tribute was extremely short of mutants with strong combat power, which was why he urgently wanted Bruce to join.
Bruce was a little speechless at the doctor's words, but no matter what the doctor's purpose was, he had the right to choose whether to do it or not. Bruce did not say anything, but he guessed that the doctor probably wanted to get rid of the X-Men's influence step by step and further gain more power, and not like now when he needed to consult these seniors every time there was a big matter.
The doctor ordered two drinks and said with a smile, "Today's weather is very good. It's just December, but it's not cold at all, and the sun is very warm." The blonde shoulder-length hair was a bit like Reid's, but he did not have the scholarly feeling of Reid at all. The pair of gray-blue eyes easily showed aggressiveness, but when the doctor smiled and looked at people like that, there was a kind of gentlemanly demeanor that made people feel good about him.
Of course, Bruce did not notice this at all, and he was not interested in chatting with the doctor, "Why are you looking for me?"
"Indeed, there is one thing I need your help with. Spider Web, this is one of our members. When he went to Phoenix to deal with the local mutants, he was caught by the underground mutants there. They asked us to exchange some supplies for Spider Web, and we agreed. I want you to participate in this operation and make sure that nothing happens to Spider Web. "
"Underground mutants?" Bruce frowned, a little confused by this name.
"There are also some differences within the mutants. There are many mutant forces in the country, large and small. Some of them are more radical and think that mutants can't coexist with ordinary people. Some also think that Tribute's cooperation with the government is a kind of betrayal and are quite hostile to us."
"Does Tribute have to care about this?"
"No, we can't deal with this kind of underground mutants. We don't have any combatants, and we can't persuade them to change their views. Moreover, they are very unfriendly to ordinary people. If anything happens, the mutants related to the government will deal with it. This time, Spider Web was caught purely because of their hostility."
"The department related to dealing with mutants, Sentinel Services?"
"Yes, you know this department? Most of them are ordinary people, but they have a lot of equipment that specializes in dealing with mutants. These equipment are indeed very useful. " The doctor's face did not look good when he mentioned this department. "I have some information about the equipment they have used. If you need it, I will send it to you later."
"Okay." Although the possibility of standing on the opposite side of the government was not high, and his ability was not all mutant, there was no harm in learning about it.
"About the underground mutants, won't Professor X care about it?" Bruce was a little curious about this matter.
"Professor X has tried to persuade the people in charge of these forces not to be so extreme, but … it's no use. Some mutants have suffered some … bad treatment, and it's not something that can be stopped with a little persuasion. It's obviously impossible for Professor X to arrest them directly. They are just unfortunate people. " When the doctor said this, he looked out the window and sighed. "Fortunately, Professor X convinced Magneto not to participate in these things."
Bruce did not understand at all, nor did he want to understand the doctor's sigh. He had not experienced the difficult survival environment that mutants might experience. He only saw the mutant bloodline as one of the many enhancements of the Dimension. He turned and said, "I'll take on the spider web, but there shouldn't be such things that require my help often."
"Of course not." The doctor smiled. "Thank you."
oo00oo
Phoenix City was the state capital of Arizona. It was also the largest city in the state. The city's early economy was mainly agricultural, but now tourism was more developed.
Washington, D.C., and Arizona almost crossed the entire map of the United States. After nearly four hours of flight, Bruce felt the difference in temperature as soon as he got off the plane. In December, Virginia's temperature was only in the single digits, and it would occasionally snow. Today, the temperature in Phoenix was more than ten degrees.
Bruce took off his trench coat and easily found the person who picked him up after making a phone call.
"Hello, White Night. I'm Poseidon."
It was actually someone he had seen before. A white male about 30 years old, slightly plump, with a simple and honest smile on his face. He was the reporter who was treated as a suspect in the gas station case. The reason was that he appeared at several crime scenes and had a tribute key ring similar to the one left behind by the murderer at the scene. Bruce now had the same thing.
"Do you and Aeolus have the same way of naming?" Bruce could not help but complain. One was the god of the sea in Greek mythology, the other was the god of the wind. "Can't you come up with something new?" The point was, did you think your ability was worthy of the name?
"No, this is his idea of imitating mine." Poseidon looked smug as he sized up the supposedly powerful helper sent by the doctor. He did not recognize that this was the federal agent he had met a few times in the case.
At this time, Bruce was not quite the same as usual. He wore a silver-white wig, dark red contact lenses, exaggerated eyeliner and eyeshadow, dark lips, and punk-style clothes. He completely looked like a rebellious young man.
The two shook hands. Poseidon also saw that Bruce's hands were full of rings and chains. He looked up and saw the short hair that was fixed by the wind and the huge earrings on his ears. He could not help but guess that this guy's ability was to control metal. That was why he had so many accessories on his body.
"The exchange is set for tomorrow morning at seven o 'clock. The hotel has been booked. You can rest for the night." Poseidon drove Bruce to the hotel. "Don't worry, our treatment is first-class." Then he winked at Bruce.
Bruce glanced at him and watched as Poseidon took the room card from the front desk and handed it to him. He was about to leave. "Don't you want to tell me the specific plan?"
Poseidon glanced at Bruce. The latter's outfit was flamboyant and dark. He avoided Bruce's gaze and pulled him to the side. "The plan is very simple. Tomorrow morning, I'll drive the car with the things loaded and go with you. We just need to exchange people. If there's a conflict, you'll be responsible. Of course, it's better if everything goes smoothly."
This is called a plan? Are you kidding me? Bruce narrowed his eyes. "What about the number of people on the other side and their abilities? And Plan?
B? Plan?
What about C? "It can't be that unreliable, right?
"The other side is a small organization. There are about ten people in total. There won't be more than five people on the scene. We don't know much about them. You said Plan?
B? Plan?
What's C? "
"What if the exchange fails? Do we have to save Spiderweb? Don't we have an escape route or something? "
"Don't worry. The possibility of failure is not high. We've already talked to them. You just need to be prepared. Well, you have a good rest. I'll go first. "Poseidon turned and left without waiting for Bruce's reply.
Bruce walked into his room and sighed slightly. This was indeed a first-class treatment. It was actually a presidential suite. Of course, he was just sighing. Material pleasures could no longer move him.
He thought about this matter again and felt that something was wrong. Maybe he was just being too sensitive. These people were just ordinary people who had not received the relevant training. Even if they were mutants, he couldn't ask for too much. Maybe this matter was as simple as Poseidon said. He just had to go and pick someone up and be done with it.
Bruce took out a gun from his backpack that was carried away by the plane. This was the gun he bought himself and not the FBI's gun. It was a revolver, a very ordinary revolver. Compared to an automatic gun, it had less ammo, lower muzzle velocity, longer reload time, and less power. However, it had an advantage for Bruce.
Bruce opened the magazine and took out six bullets. He thought about it and put two back. He then bit his thumb and smeared the blood on the remaining four bullets. When the blood was dry, he put the bullets back in order. He then closed the magazine and carefully turned the cylinder.
He found that his ability was not easy to use through bullets. Even if he used bullets, the effect was very poor. It could not freeze objects like his blood or his snow. He guessed that this was probably because the material used to make the bullets could not conduct his energy well.
He didn't have a good way to do this at the moment unless he could find a material that could conduct his energy easily. This project was a bit difficult, so it was better to just smear his blood on the bullets to achieve a good effect.
Unfortunately, there was also a problem. This kind of bullet would expose his identity. If someone picked up the bullets he fired and did a DNA test, they would be able to find him by comparing it to the criminal database. After all, he was now a person who had been in prison, so his fingerprints and DNA were recorded.
As for the revolver, according to the position of the gun, he could ensure that the first two bullets he fired were ordinary bullets, and the last two bullets would be bullets with his blood.
After doing all this, Bruce thought about it and took out the FBI's gun. He turned it in his hand and put it behind his waist. He then stuffed the revolver, pistol, and gun directly into his pants pocket.
After dinner, Bruce stood in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. The sound from the TV made the room seem less quiet. He looked down at the lights of the city. After a while, he took out his phone and took a picture of the night view outside the window. He then uploaded it to Twitter with a line of text: A leisurely trip to Phoenix City.
A few hours later, Bruce yawned out of boredom. He couldn't stand the soap opera on the TV anymore. He turned off the TV and looked at his makeup in the mirror. He gave up on the idea of removing his makeup. He had been busy for almost two hours today.
Bruce didn't want others to know his identity as "White Night". Without a disguise, it would be easy to expose his identity. However, this method of hiding his identity seemed a little unreliable. It was better to wear a mask. Although wearing a mask would be a little strange … Before going to bed, he took out his phone and looked at Twitter. Under a series of envious and jealous comments from his team members, he saw the phrase "Have fun". With a smile, he lay on his bed.
The next morning, Bruce woke up and put on a wig and contact lenses. He fixed it into the style he wanted and touched up his makeup. He was sure that there was no way for him to distinguish his original look from the heavily painted face.
Poseidon gave him a call and arrived at the entrance of the hotel at 6: 30 a.m. sharp. He drove a gray SUV.
"Are these the supplies?" Bruce sat in the passenger seat and looked back at the boxes piled up in the back seat. There were probably more in the trunk. He originally thought that Poseidon would drive a truck.
"It's mainly some medicine and cash. Daily necessities are easy to buy. "Poseidon was a little dispirited and looked a little sleepy.
"Where is our destination?" Bruce looked at the scenery outside the window.
"An old factory in the eastern suburbs of the city. We'll take over there." Poseidon didn't seem to be worried at all.
After more than ten minutes, they stopped next to an abandoned building. Not long after, another car drove over. It was a gray SUV with the same model as theirs. When Bruce got out of the car, he noticed that even the license plate was the same.
Two people got out of the other car. They went to the car where Bruce was and looked around. They nodded at Bruce and Selina and then drove away.
"Let's go." Poseidon called out to Bruce and got into the car driven by the other party.
"Where's the spider web?" Bruce said expressionlessly.
Poseidon pointed in the direction of the car with his mouth. "That's the spider web."
There was a person sitting in the driver's seat. He couldn't see clearly through the glass. Bruce was silent for a while. He walked to the side of the car, opened the door, and sat in the back seat.
"Sorry to trouble you to come all the way here. I'm the spider web." The person in the driver's seat turned around. This person looked to be about the same age as Bruce. He was a little thin and wore black-rimmed glasses. He didn't look at Bruce's face. He seemed to be a little introverted and not very good at communicating with people.
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