Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"I want to borrow something from you."

In the cafe where we met last time, Saibo sat alone on a chair facing the street. This place should be one of the disguised facilities of New Xavier College. There was not even a single customer in it, and even the coffee was made by Saibo himself. .

He took a sip of the extremely bitter coffee, faced the empty air, and whispered:

"I would also like to ask you to help me find someone."

No one answered. On the surface, he seemed to be talking to himself, but after a while, Professor Charles' cold voice sounded from the bottom of Seber's heart:

"What do you want to borrow? Who do you want to ask?"

"Wanda misses her brother very much, so I took that kid to meet his sister this time, and of course I need him to do me a little favor."

Saibo put the coffee cup in his hand on the table, and lay down on the table with his eyes closed, as if he was resting, but in the deeper communication, he did not stop talking.

"As long as you want, you can always find all the mutants in this world. Now I want to find Victor the saber-toothed tiger. It's my personal request."

The professor didn't answer right away, he obviously hesitated for a moment:

"I can give you the position of the saber-toothed tiger, but Pietro... no, although I don't want to pry into your heart, but it is clear that you are looking for this child not just because of simple Wanda's request."

Sable, who was lying on the table with his eyes closed, showed a smile. He didn't intend to use this clumsy excuse to deal with Professor Charles. Since he was discovered, there was no need to hide it. He said bluntly:

"I want to give this kid a chance. His speed and talent should be developed at a deeper level. He should accept more powerful challenges instead of wasting time and squandering talent. Eric's spirit is flowing in his body. Blood, he shouldn't be an ordinary alpha mutant."

Saibo opened his eyes, reached out his hand to touch the already cold coffee, and under the orange-red light at his fingertips, the coffee was quickly heated again.

"Eric has been looking for the power to change the world, but he didn't realize that his two children have this potential. Give him to me. When I bring him back, you will find that I Will give you a truly worthy successor."

This provocative language is almost useless for someone like the professor. He automatically filtered out the exaggerated parts in Seber's words, and he keenly grasped the crux of the problem directly. He asked:

"Faced with your 'chance', what if Pietro fails? What will he pay?"

Saber's eyes sparkled, and he picked up the coffee cup:

"He will die, and he will die terribly."

"Then I won't agree!"

Professor Charles refused straight away, and Seber shrugged. He had expected the stubborn old man's answer a long time ago, but he didn't give up. Instead, he asked:

"Have you forgotten the tragedy of Grey Jean again? I thought the death of your disciple would make you more sober. Don't help others make decisions under the banner of doing good for others. This opportunity belongs to that child. You should Ask him for his opinion, if he still remembers his father's hatred in his heart, if he wants to seek revenge from Hydra or me, I think he probably won't refuse."

"Fu..."

Saber breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly turned his head to look at the quiet Xavier Academy:

"Eric is always complaining about your conservativeness, your sanity, your weakness, you lost your legs for strength, you think it's not good, but how many people would rather pay double or more, and want to To get the power you have now, you always say that I impose my thoughts on others, so why don't you... But listen, I didn't come to argue with you today about these things."

"Let's give the choice to the children like last time, they are not only your future..."

Saibo stood up and straightened his clothes: "They are also my future now."

The professor didn't answer any more, and Saibo gave the old man who was gentle on the surface but stubborn on the inside enough time to think. He moved a stool and sat on the street in front of the cafe. In this dead street, he let the warm sunshine shine On him, cast a shadow.

He sat there, as if he was the only one left in the whole world. He leaned against the back of the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and held a burning cigarette in his hand, but he didn't smoke it, just like a cigarette. The timing incense that is lit is the same.

It is always very difficult to make a major decision. The difficulty of this choice is manifested in the outside world, which is the continuous extension of time. When the fifth cigarette butt fell on the ground, there was a gust of wind blowing in front of Saibo, and he raised his head. I saw the rebellious boy on his face.

Compared with the last battle, Pietro, who has just recovered from his injuries at this moment, is less frivolous and more stable. Failure is always the most growth-promoting, even through sunglasses, Seber can see The longing in the deepest part of his eyes.

The thirst for power.

"I heard you can make me go faster?"

Putting his hands in his pockets, Pietro asked: "Am I not fast enough now?"

"You are far behind, kid. I met two speedsters a few days ago, and each of them can easily run to the speed of light. What about you? Now you are only a dozen times the speed of sound at most. Compared with them, You're as slow as a turtle."

Saibo stood up from the chair. His height has reached 1.95 under the superimposition of various factors, while the 15-year-old Pietro is still developing, currently only 1.70. He looked down at the somewhat thin young man in front of him, He said in a deep voice:

"I can make you as fast as light, even faster than light, faster than time! But if you fail, you will die! Have you really thought about it? I can give you a few more minutes."

"It was you who killed my father, and it was Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. that killed him."

Pietro looked down: "I can't handle any of them, so I think I need to go faster and I'm ready."

"good!"

Saber breathed a sigh of relief. He patted the young man on the shoulder and motioned him to follow. The two guys, one tall and one short, walked out, and their shadows became longer under the sunlight: "Do you have your own nickname? The name Pietro is really a bit silly."

"Then call me...Quicksilver."

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"Dr. Killian! I don't think you have the authority to call 15 drivers to come to you at once!"

A bearded man of obvious Arab origin roared madly, and across from him, the new head of Hydra in New York, Dr. Killian, was wearing a white coat and was concentrating on adjusting the final liquid. He turned a deaf ear to Beard's roar.

After 5 minutes, the doctor carefully took out the final product from the ultraviolet petri dish. It was a small jar of purple liquid mixed with red spots, which looked very beautiful.

Killian held it in his hand, shook it in front of his eyes, and a strange halo shone on the reagent bottle. For experienced researchers, they could tell the difference just by the light refracted by these reagents. Some of the fineness of the medicine, after looking at the sun for a few seconds, a look of regret flashed across Dr. Killian's face with a European face.

"Mass production still has no way to achieve a concentration of more than 65%, but this is enough."

The doctor took off his gloves and threw them aside. He didn't care about his big beard like a fool. He picked up the communicator and said softly to the other section:

"Let them in!"

He glanced at the bearded man who was already extremely angry, and added another sentence: "By the way, ask the guards to drag Mr. Julio out to calm down, so that he can take his current identity!"

"What the hell did you say!"

The bearded man named Julio stepped forward angrily, the muscles in his chest twitched, and he looked like he was about to reprimand Kilian if he disagreed with him, but the latter was not afraid of him at all. He pointed coldly and pointedly With Julio's eyes:

"Because of your failure, you bastard, we had to give Hydra a precious fortune to unclog the joints! Do you know that according to the leader's temper, you should have been thrown to the battlefield in Central Asia by now You don’t know what to do, you bastard, if I hadn’t saved you, you would have no bones left now!”

"Remember it! Now I am the leader of the Ten Rings Gang in New York! If you dare to shout at me again!"

An indescribable irritability flashed in Killian's eyes. This gentle researcher's outburst at this moment made the brutal man Julio couldn't help but take a step back, and a flash of anger flashed in Killian's eyes behind his glasses. Icy Light:

"I'll take you as the next living subject...you don't want to be one of them, do you?"

Julio's previous arrogance was completely gone. He obediently wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, as if he had turned into a good baby in an instant. Killian was very satisfied with this attitude. He straightened his clothes and took a look at Julio. , waved at him, and the bearded man hurriedly exited the room.

He looked at Killian's back, and there was still a trace of panic in his eyes. Really, at the moment when Killian roared at him just now, he felt like he was facing a tiger that had been freed. would tear him to pieces.

A moment later, the 15 armored pilots who belonged to the Ten Rings gang stood in front of Dr. Killian when they were called by Killian. The Ten Rings Gang selected from the large number of grassroots personnel, almost all of them were veterans who had participated in wars in the chaotic Central Asia and Eastern Europe, standing there had a kind of awe-inspiring aura.

More importantly, they are all drivers who were inoculated with the first generation of Extremis virus. According to Tony Stark, the Ten Rings Gang failed to crack the secret of the Ark reactor, so they used this method to increase the bioelectricity in the inoculated body. The virus vector itself is used as the energy source of the armor.

To put it more vividly, these soldiers in front of them are not only the pilots of the Ten Rings gang's war mechs, but also the batteries of the mechas.

"slap"

Dr. Killian clapped his palms to attract all the attention to him. With his left hand, he picked up the bottle of purple liquid from the table and placed it in front of him:

"You are all the best fighters of the Ten Rings Gang. After being inoculated with the Extremis virus, you are no longer ordinary humans, but you must all feel that the power flowing in your body is not stable. Sometimes there is even a risk of self-explosion...but this shortcoming will end today!"

"this!"

The doctor raised the liquid in his hand above his head and said loudly: "The advanced version of Extremis virus that has really stabilized! It will really stabilize the power flowing in your body and make you truly become the God of Mandalin." Samurai! It will make you faster, stronger, and make you truly immortal!"

"However, any weapon needs an opponent to show its true sharpness, so I have chosen a good opponent for you!"

He snapped his fingers, and a city map was opened in front of 15 drivers, with 15 marks marked on it.

"The Devil Gang is one of the biggest challengers of the Ten Rings Gang in the American continent. This time, I want you to destroy 15 of their strongholds in Central City!"

"Serber Hawk fought us arrogantly. He ignored the ancient and immortal power behind us. Let him know now that the counterattack of the Ten Rings has begun!"