Chapter 199

"I saw him!"

"He is ugly like a bad child born after two rotten avocados have fought each other! Disgusting!"

"I feel sick when I think of his face. What a terrible experience!"

"What? Hope? Damn, ma'am, you are absolutely impossible from What hope is felt in that damn place! Yes, I at least saw more than 14 guys lying on the beds around me, and I heard their moans!"

The puppet sits on the ashtray, both of his hands holding the cigarette thrown by Cyber ​​to it, like playing with a big toy, smoke comes out of its ears, this hell guy still smokes!

Across from the puppets who are chattering endlessly and mixed with all kinds of bad words, Cyber ​​and Ororo are sitting, they are listening to the "first-hand" news brought back by the puppets.

"What does that moan represent, madam, you never know, and you never expect to know it...but I know, I can hear it, they want to die , But can’t do it, yes, it’s a hell there, no doubt!"

Ferdie stretched out his voice exaggeratedly, and Cyber ​​looked indifferent. After spending 3 years in Stryker's laboratory, Cyber It is a person who crawled out of hell, but Ororo is different. This woman even just saw the laboratory destroyed by Cyber. She has never really experienced despair.

In other words, Professor Charles protected her very good.

Ferdie finished talking about what she had seen and heard, and Ororo was silent on the chair. After a while, her eyes became firm,

"I'm going!"

Cyber ​​was indifferent. He flicked the soot from his fingers, "It's like you could not go..."

A white knife bounced back and forth between his fingers, as if Like a butterfly wearing flowers, Cyber's eyes fell on Ferdie, his nose twitched and his eyes became dangerous.

"How many did you kill?"

" What?"

The puppet threw the smoked cigarette butts into the ashtray with both hands. He patted the ashes on his body and asked ignorantly.

"What did you say, Boss? "

"I said, how many people did you kill on your way back?"

Cyber ​​asked again, the puppet still looked ignorant, and he was going to talk about it. Lies, but next moment, the sharp knife pierced the table under Ferdie's feet, scared it jumped up on the spot, screamed, "Three! I swear, there are only three!" Three addicts tried to rob a poor child, I killed them! Boss, I was doing good deeds! I swear!"

"Doing good?"

Cyber ​​cold Looking back and forth with Ferdie’s eyes, he knew that this puppet represented the dark side of Shauna’s soul. He could be called a murderous lunatic with no moral standards. To be honest, Cyber ​​didn’t think there was anything wrong with Ferdie’s behavior, but he had to warn about it. Regardless of the law and of natural morality, because it will cause trouble for it sooner or later... even with Shauna in trouble.

Cyber ​​hates those troubles that are not caused by him, even more how, Shauna is already a member of Devil Gang, she is her own.

"You should at least converge, Marionette...Don’t tell me you need soul and blood to drive...you and I know who you are inside, if you really want to help that poor girl Think about it, when it’s not necessary, give me a bit of your unscrupulous means."

Cyber ​​wiped out the cigarette butt in the ashtray behind the puppet, and the latter lowered his head unwillingly. , Struggling, but finally said obediently and honestly,

"Ok, Boss...I won't mess up again."

"Of course, I make a mistake occasionally Forgive me...I’m not the kind of unreasonable person, okay, let’s not talk about this, go and wake up the little girl, we are going to set off."

Cyber ​​shook his hand, the puppet’s face Suddenly there was a joy of survival. It quickly jumped off the coffee table and ran into the bedroom. Cyber ​​lifted the golden blade from its legs and placed the silver-mask in his arms on the table. He glanced at Ororo. , And then said to the silent woman with her legs folded,

"Look, you and I actually know why the professor has to put you in this temporary team. Frankly speaking, I am not willing to bring a drag Oil bottle, but because your performance on the boat is okay, so I want to remind you..."

Ororo lifts the head, saw Cyber’s strange eyes, and she I heard that guy whispered,

"Throw me aside your damn, damned, meaningless pity, I’m not forcing you to do evil, I hope you Understand this point, when you are truly free from the protection of the professor and see the cruel side of this world, I hope you can be stronger, and I hope you can truly understand what Creations gives you this world-shocking power. .."

Cyber ​​looked at Ororo’s face with a dazed expression. He felt that he should make it clearer, so he pondered for a moment and said in a magnetic voice ,

"Swords were born to kill people. The killing itself has no meaning. I am not a madman who will kill every ordinary person. This is just a means to an end. In my opinion, including the professor himself, you all only have lofty goals, but you don’t know how to use them properly...oh my god, why should I tell you this, damn... tidy up."

Cyber ​​rubbed his forehead and stood up, watching Ororo mechanically put the two guns into the holster fixed on the belt, his mouth was grinning,

"Don’t So serious... come, smile, we are going to do "good things"."

Ten minutes later, Cyber, Ororo and Shauna wearing a Rogue trench coat and hood walked out of the hotel. Cyber ​​put two large boxes into the trunk of the car, and then drove the rented car, moved towards the one on the outskirts of the city. The abandoned industrial area went all the way, and in the coffee shop not far behind them, a young black man reading a magazine picked up his mobile phone and whispered,

"I saw them... three people, yes Yes, they are, I can confirm! Flounder and angels should be with them! Do you want to act? "

The voice on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment, and then said,

"No, keep an eye on them, wait for support... That's a ruthless character, you can't handle it. "

After the car speeding all the way into the abandoned industrial area, it is like being abducted from modern society into a real disorderly hell. Ororo sitting in the vice seat looked at all this before him, withered. The order of the former, the glass on the once bright and bright walls was shattered, the walls were full of meaningless graffiti, the streets were full of disgusting garbage, and the people hiding in the garbage dump.

I don’t know their life and death, and no one has ever cared about it. There are some guys on the street driving a broken car back and forth, and the sound of gunshots can be heard in further blocks. Everyone living here All made Ororo feel surprised. In her life for more than two decades, she has never seen such a scene.

Until seeing a few kids knocking down an addict from behind by a sneak attack, After robbing his belongings, Ororo closed her eyes, leaned on the seat, and asked blankly,

"Why? Why is it like this here..."

"There is no why. "

Cyber ​​threw the cigarette butt out of the car, and the guys moved towards the roadside gestured with the middle finger, "This is the human society you want to integrate into, I guess, in the entire Academy, except for the professors and those books Apart from the miserable child, no one has seriously studied what human society is like. "

"Do you know what you guys look like to me?" "

Cyber ​​buckled the silver visor in his arms on his face and said in a low, muffled voice, "It’s like a group of believers looking forward to the coming of heaven, but they don’t know at all. You think The place to go is simply not heaven... From this point of view, Magneto is obviously more wise than you. He is eager to smash everything and re-establish a new order. He is a "revolutionary and fate", if not because of contradictions. Shen, I really want to sit and chat with him. "

Cyber ​​let out a deep laugh,

"We must have a lot of common languages. "

"Do you think that a society where Mutant and humans coexist in harmony, advocated by the professor, will not come? "

Ororo stared at Cyber ​​closely, but unfortunately, after putting on the mask, she couldn't see any expression on Cyber's face.

"zi"

Cyber ​​stepped on the brakes and stopped outside the door of the garbage dump. He unfastened his seat belt and looked towards Ororo. Under the face of the silver twisted ghost, there was a pair of mocking eyes.

"This An entirely different war, and do you think there is peace if you put down the knife? "

"Really, silly and cute..."

On the other side, 150 meters below the garbage dump, in this bad environment test site, wearing a doctor's white The Ajax in the lab coat is conducting daily checks on his patients.

Ajax is certainly not a real name. The smartest way to protect yourself is to be a non-existent person, everything is fake Yes, so no one knows who you are except yourself.

A woman in military pants, black sports vest, belt, and fingerless gloves followed him behind him. Angela is not the same as Ajax. Angela is a very rough woman. The typical Russian face is not ugly. If you look carefully, there is a special smell, but her body is not touched with exquisiteness, especially her arms. The upper muscles look like a bodybuilder.

She has a match in the corner of her mouth. This is her habit. You can tell from the look in her eyes, this is a person who is used to talking with fists. .

Ajax put down the small flashlight in his hand, he looked at the unconscious patient in front of him, and shook his hand, “He’s useless, he hasn’t been able to stimulate the mutation of the serum for 3 months, so he threw him away. Go out. "

Soon three fully armed people came forward and pushed out the patient in front of Ajax. Although they were not wearing military uniforms, the military aura of these people couldn't be concealed.

"How long will it take for this shipment to be ready? "

Ajax cleaned his bloodied hands on the pipe next to him. Angela behind him said in a hoarse voice,

"Three days, but there is not enough Serum too. "

The thin-looking doctor picked up his razor and began to take care of his messy face. There was a fierce expression in his eyes. He took a deep breath and took his The mood swings are suppressed,

"That’s no way, Stryker played himself to death...but his damn "Weapon X" is still here, and promised that my Adamantium will not be given away. Come here, damn it... There is a problem with our material channels, Angela, do you think I should accept the invitation the other day? "

Angela didn’t answer. In fact, she didn’t need to answer. Ajax closed her eyes and thought for a few minutes. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since they can possess great magical power If you get enough serum... then please contact them for me. After this batch of goods is sold, we will leave Detroit. I am fed up with this damn place. Look at this hell laboratory. Like a garbage dump! "

He murmured a few words, and then seemed to think of something funny again, he turned his head and looked towards Angela, the latter was silent like a robot,

"Our How about little Wade? Is he still as "stubborn" as before and likes to talk again? "

When mentioning this name, Angela's face showed a trace of disdain,

"He is dying, he is very painful, but unfortunately, your methods did not treat him Use... he didn't give in, and I think he will never give in. In this respect, I still admire him. "

"No, no, no"

Ajax's beard is cleanly shaved, he stroked his smooth chin, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

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"I never believe that a person can be indifferent to meaningless pain. When he is most determined, when he is about to collapse, we only need to push it gently and he will... ."

"hong"

With a loud noise, Ajax and Angela turned their eyes to the door at the same time, and the steel door was smashed into an obvious depression, next moment, the door is the whole It was smashed open in a bursting way, dust was flying, two unsightly bodies with twisted necks flew out from the door and hit the ground not far from Ajax and Angela.

A silhouette carrying a knife came out of the dust, only to see the flying black clothes and the silver twisted ghost face,

"Oh...Look, the mice are having a party Well, sorry for breaking your door, by the way, when you first meet, you can call me... "creditor". "