Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"I want you to borrow something."

In the cafe where I met last time, Cyber ​​was sitting alone on a chair facing the street. This place should be one of the disguise facilities of the New Xavier College. There was not even a guest in it, and even the coffee was made by Cyber. .

He sipped his extremely bitter coffee, faced the empty air, and whispered:

"I also ask you to find someone for me."

No one answered. On the surface, he seemed to be talking to himself, but only a moment later, Professor Charles's cold voice sounded in the heart of Cyber:

"What are you going to borrow? Who are you looking for?"

"Wanda missed her brother very much, so I took that kid to see his sister this time. Of course, I still need him to help me a little bit."

Saibo put the coffee cup in his hand on the table, closed his eyes and lay on the table, 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. I want to find Victor the saber-toothed tiger now. It's my personal request."

The professor did not answer immediately, he obviously hesitated for a moment:

"I can give you the position of the saber-toothed tiger, but Pietro can't. Although I don't want to pry into your heart, it is clear that you are not looking for this child because of simple Wanda's request."

Saibo, who was lying on the table with his eyes closed, showed a smile at the corner of his mouth. He hadn't planned to use this botched excuse to deal with Professor Charles. Since he was discovered, there was no need to hide it. He said straightforwardly:

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

Saber opened his eyes and reached out to touch the already cold coffee, which was quickly heated again in the orange light of the fingertips.

"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 successor who is truly worthy of your trust."

This very provocative language is almost useless for people like professors. He automatically filtered the exaggerated parts of the Saibo language, and he keenly grasped the key to the problem directly. He asked:

"Faced with your "opportunity", what if Pietro fails? What price will he pay?"

Saibo's eyes flashed, and he took up the coffee cup:

"It will die, and it will die miserably."

"Then I won't agree!"

Professor Charles refused, and Saibo shrugged. He had expected this stubborn old man's answer, but he did not give up, but instead asked:

"Have you forgotten the tragedy of Grey Jean again? I thought your disciple's death would make you more sober. Don't help them make decisions in the name of being good for others. This opportunity belongs to that child. You should Ask him his opinion. If he still remembers his father's hatred and seeks revenge from Hydra or me, I think he will probably not refuse."

"Fur"

Saber breathed a sigh of relief, slowly turning his head to look at the quiet Xavier College:

"Eric is always complaining about your conservativeness, your sanity, your weakness, you lost your legs for strength, you think this is not good, but how many people would rather pay double or even more? To get your current power, you always say that I impose my own thoughts on others, and you are not like this. But listen, I am not here to argue with you about these things."

"Let us give the children the right to choose like last time, they are not only your future"

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

The professor didn’t answer any more. Cyber ​​left the old man who was gentle on the surface and stubborn inside enough time to think. He took a stool and sat on the street in front of the cafe. In this deadly street, let the warm sun shine. A shadow was cast on him.

He sat there, as if he was left alone in the whole world. He leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes slightly, holding a burning cigarette in his hand, but did not smoke it, just like a cigarette. The timekeeping incense 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, a gust of wind blew in front of Cyber, and he raised his head. I saw the boy with a rebellious face.

Compared with the last time in the fight, Pietro, who has just recovered from his injury, is less frivolous and more steadfast at this moment. Failure is always the best way to grow. Even through sunglasses, Cyber ​​can see The longing in the deepest part of his eyes.

The desire for strength.

"I heard you can make me faster?"

Pietro put his hands in his pockets and asked, "Am I not fast enough now?"

"You are so far away, boy, I met two extreme speed people a few days ago, each of them can easily run to the speed of light, how about you? Now you are no more than ten times the speed of sound. Compared with them, You are slow like a tortoise."

Saber got up from the chair. His height has reached 1.95 due to the superposition of many factors. 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, or even faster than light, fast enough to exceed 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. who killed him."

Pietro lowered his head: "I can't deal with any of them, so I think I need to be faster. I'm ready."

"it is good!"

Saibo breathed a sigh of relief. He patted the young man on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow. Two guys one tall and one short walked out, their shadows being longer in the sun: "Do you have your own nickname? The name Pietro is really silly."

"Then call me fast silver." —

"Dr. Kilian! I don't think you have permission to call 15 drivers to come to you at once!"

A bearded man of apparent Arab descent was screaming frantically. Opposite him, Dr. Kirian, the new head of Hydra in New York, was wearing a white coat and was concentrating on adjusting the final liquid. He turned a deaf ear to the roar of the beard.

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

Kilian held it in his hand and shook it before his eyes. A strange halo gleamed on the reagent bottle. For experienced researchers, only the light refracted by these reagents could tell the difference. Certain colors of the potion, after looking at the sunlight for a few seconds, a touch of regret flashed across the face of Dr. Kilian, who had a European face.

"There is still no way to achieve a concentration above 65% in mass production, but this is enough."

The doctor took off his gloves and threw them aside. He didn't even bother to look at his beard like a fool next to him. He picked up the intercom and whispered to the other paragraph:

"Let them in!"

He glanced at the beard who was so angry next to him, and added: "By the way, let the guard drag Mr. Julio out to calm down, so that he can be his own current identity!"

"What did you say!"

The bearded Julio stepped forward angrily. The muscles in his chest were stretched. It seemed that he would teach Kylian if he didn't agree with him, but the latter was not afraid of him at all. He had a cold face and pointed unceremoniously. Looking into Julio's eyes:

"Because of the failure of your rubbish, we have to give a precious fortune to Hydra to unclog the joints! Did you know that, according to the leader's temper, you should have been thrown on the battlefield of Central Asia now? You bastard who doesn't know what to do, if I didn't protect you, you would have no bones left!"

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

An indescribable irritability flashed in Kylian’s eyes. The eruption of this well-mannered researcher at this moment caused the brutal man Julio to take a step back. There was a flash in his eyes behind Kylian’s glasses. Cold light:

"I will treat you as the next living experiment. You don't want to be them, do you?"

Julio’s previous arrogance was completely gone. He only wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, like an instant incarnation of a good baby. Kylian was very satisfied with this attitude. He straightened his clothes and glanced at Julio. , Waved at him, and the beard hurriedly exited the room.

He looked at Kylian’s back with a hint of horror in his eyes. Really, at the moment Kylian yelled at him just now, he felt like facing a freed tiger. It only takes a moment. Would tear him to pieces.

After a while, the 15 war-armored pilots who belonged to the Ten Rings, who were called by Kilian, stood in a row in front of Dr. Kilian. Unlike the leadership of the bearded type, these people in front of him were from Almost all the veterans selected from the large number of grassroots personnel of the Ten Commandments Gang have participated in wars in the chaotic Central Asia and Eastern Europe. Standing there is awe-inspiring.

More importantly, they are all drivers who were inoculated with the first-generation Extremis virus. According to Tony Stark, the Ten Rings had not been able to crack the secret of the Ark reactor, so they used this kind of bioelectricity that can increase the inoculator’s body. The virus vector itself, as the energy source of the armor.

To put it more vividly, these soldiers in front of them are not only the drivers of the Ten Commandments War mech, but also the battery of the mech.

"Papa"

Dr. Kilian patted his palms and attracted all his attention to him. He took the bottle of purple liquid from the table with his left hand and placed it in front of him:

"You are all the best fighters of the Ten Commandments. 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, and you are emotionally excited. Sometimes there is even a risk of self-destruction, but this shortcoming will end today!"

"This one!"

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

"But any weapon needs an opponent to show real sharpness, so I chose a good opponent for you!"

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

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

"Syber Hawke arrogantly went to war with us. He ignored the ancient and immortal power behind us. Let him know now that the counterattack of the Ten Commandments has begun!"