Dr. Morris has been living in Las Vegas for 7 years, he doesn't like the environment here, no matter how prosperous it is, it is still a city in the desert, and with the current level of human technology, there is no way to transform the desert, but he likes money, so he has been practicing medicine in this place for a few years.

As a well-known local black market doctor, he would sometimes go to the casino to have a dashing look, which also made Morris seem to find the feeling of youth, until today, 4 guys in black suits with half-visible black devil tattoos on their necks burst into his private practice, took the doctor to an unfamiliar five-star hotel, and then he saw his patients.

"God is above, with such an injury, he should have died a long time ago"

The doctor angrily rolled John's eyelids, and he shrugged, "You should have brought me earlier, he is hopeless, wait for death." ”

"Bang"

A gun was placed on the table, and Lewis, who had just sobered up, looked at the old slippery head in front of him with a bad face, and the latter frowned and thought,

"Okay, I can give it a try, but ordinary people can't survive this kind of injury, so he's a mutant, right?"

"What's the matter, you don't make mutant money?"

Lewis rubbed his forehead and waved his hand impatiently, a suitcase was placed on the table, he opened it, glanced at the guy opposite, and then turned it to Morris, most of the box of banknotes, not as many as the doctor had imagined, but enough to make him take a risk.

"No, I mean"

Dr. Morris's finger pressed against the surface of the box, and he smiled, his original indifferent expression softened,

"I just had a few experiences of saving mutants' lives, okay, give me 10 minutes to prepare, these freaks are still so easy to die, but I explained in advance, I will leave after the operation, I don't want to get involved in the between you!"

The old doctor magnificently carried the money box in his hand and walked into the room specially prepared for him, and his hearty voice sounded,

"Go get my three assistants and tell them that they can get out of my clinic in less than 15 minutes!"

And while they were busy operating on the seriously injured and dying "ghost" John, in the opposite house, Cyber leaned comfortably against the window facing the hotel's large swimming pool, and the young and beautiful girls showed off their wonderful bodies wantonly, playing in the water.

With a lit cigarette in his left hand and a glass of red wine in his right hand, it wasn't that he liked it, he just smoked a bottle from the wine cabinet, but fortunately, he had a mixed taste.

On the big bed behind him, there should have been a beautiful woman lying at his mercy, gambling and punishing women, which is almost the standard in Las Vegas, but now, on the large bed, there are three men who have passed out in turn.

Seber leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his wine, and whispered,

"How long are you going to pretend to sleep?"

No one said a word, Saibo sneered, then ignored it, and began to look at the beautiful woman outside the window again, and after ten seconds, the man lying on the top jumped up, he did not speak immediately, but walked to the dressing mirror of the house, frowned, and looked at the bruises on his face.

Remy Leber wasn't a Wolverine or a saber-toothed tiger, he didn't have that kind of perverted self-healing ability, so the bruise left on his face by Cyber's punch could take days to come down, and he turned his head, crossed his waist, and looked at Cyber,

"I said, how do you know I'm faking me?"

"Your heart rate drops to 10 beats per minute, and your breathing becomes longer, which is enough to fool the average person. ”

Saiber set the glass aside as he shifted his shoulder, "But in the eyes of professionals, your movements are almost like a great earthquake, and I have a hard time convincing myself to ignore that pesky breathing sound, we've wasted too much time, let's go, something I want to know." ”

He stood up, leaned against the window, flicked the cigarette ash in his hand, and there was still a red glimmer in his eyes.

"With that, you're good to go. ”

Remy looked directly at Cyber's face, he tried to discern a trace of emotion in his favor from this face, but no, and Cyber's combat power, when the three of them were in the melee before, he had already seen it clearly, stronger than Victor, on par with Logan, it seemed that there was some special method that could strengthen the strength in a short period of time, and the same high-level self-healing.

Such an opponent is simply desperate, and Remy can be sure that this guy in front of him is the kind that is extremely cold, and it must be dangerous to deal with him, so he weighed it for a moment, nodded, and reached out to pull the chair away,

"You ask. ”

Cyber glanced at him, flung a cigarette in his hand, took it in his hand, took out a very cool silver lighter, and lit it.

"Who are you?"

"Remy Leber, from New Orleans, I know what you want to ask. ”

Remy played tricks with a lighter in the palm of his hand, and said lightly, "I was tricked into that island by a bastard named Ajax, and he said that there was a way to cure my migraine, and I was locked up there for 2 years, but now that I think about it, he really didn't lie to me, and my headache was cured." ”

This guy is a man of a lot of words, and he gently pulled open his clothes, revealing the scars on his abdomen.

"But that's the price. ”

Cyber nodded noncommittally,

"Why did you save Victor? I don't think that guy would have a friend like you. ”

Hearing this, Remy grinned a big grin, and he looked at Cyber,

"And why did you save him? If I'm not mistaken, we acted for the same reason, Victor isn't a good guy, but he's not a hopeless bastard either. ”

"I see. ”

Cyber nodded, Remy was able to escape from Stryker's second base, and it seemed that he was also helped by the Sabertooth Tiger, but Cyber wondered why the guy did this, but he didn't ask very sensibly, he muttered for a moment,

"Where is that island?"

"It's close!"

Remy Leber threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the sky, a purple light flowed on the cigarette butt, and after 1 second, the cigarette butt burst violently, and the gray smoke flowed between Remy's fingers as if it had its own consciousness, this scene made Cyber squint his eyes, the latter looked at him, and whispered,

"Did you know about the mutant riots in California 4 years ago?"

"Hmm"

Cyber nodded, it was the news he had seen from his father's newspaper when he first arrived, and it was also the first time he had come into contact with mutants.

"Do you know why that riot happened?"

Remy's mood became gloomy, "Because in that month, 17 schools in California, a total of 23 students, all mutants, mutant brothers just contributed to the trouble, but ordinary people called this march a riot They just wanted to protect their children, that's all." ”

"Stryker took them, and where are those kids now?"

Cyber's voice suddenly became soft, and Remy glanced at him, stood up in his chair, and turned to walk to the door,

"I'm trying not to think about that answer, if you can actually kill Stryker, all of California's mutants will be grateful to you, that place is on an island off the coast of Pennsylvania, where the Three Mile Island nuclear power plant accident was rebuilt more than 30 years ago, and they call it New Three Mile Island, who would believe that there would be a secret base under a nuclear power plant?"

"Tell Victor that I owe him a favor and pay it back. ”

With a word, Remy opened the door and floated away, and Cyber walked over to the chair he had made, and picked up the lighter he had placed on the table, the silver shell, with a sculpture of a devil on top, which looked unusually gorgeous, and it was evident that it was Remy's beloved object, and the edges had been polished with a hint of shine.

As for why he left this thing here, it's probably a ransom.

Cyber smiled, playing with the lighter in his hand, this is another very interesting guy, he didn't look back, and asked in a low voice,

"What about you, and how long are you going to pretend to be asleep?"

"I thought you wouldn't find out"

The pale Victor rubbed his head, sat up from the bed, and glanced at Logan who was still unconscious next to him with a complicated expression, and suffered two heavy blows from Remy in a row, and the target was accurately placed on the head, Logan was destined to sleep for a long time this night.

"How?

Seber leaned back on the table and said with a wicked smile, "If you want to kill, drag it out and kill, don't mess my place." ”

Victor swayed, he got up from the bed with some difficulty, Logan shot was very heavy, even with his self-healing power, it would take a while to fully recover, and Logan's skyrocketing combat power also made Victor, who had been hesitating about something, make up his mind.

As he walked out the door, Victor turned his head and whispered,

"Stryker has his last finished weapon, X, on Three Mile Island, and you'd better get a few more helpers. ”

"I'm curious, Victor, who the hell are you working for?"

Cyber's question caused Victor to pause for a moment, "You helped me, and you released Remy Leber, which makes me doubt your loyalty to Stryker, I don't really understand what you people think, but I know at least one thing. ”

He stared at Victor's back,

"A guy like you, who sacrifices his brotherhood for the sake of lurking, must have something to plan for is amazing, could you please tell me?"

Vidocq turned his head slightly, and there was a smile on his stubble-covered side face,

"You know too much when you should know, you'll know, by the way, I've never been Stryker's person, he can't give me what I want, for your sake, I'll give you a piece of news, you can listen to it as a joke. ”

"Huh?"

Cyber became interested, and then he heard Victor's hoarse voice sound,

"The history of this world is actually the most interesting thing, when human beings first began to develop civilization, they said that there are gods in this world, and there is more than one person who has gone down in history who said that they have seen the real gods, so everyone is crazy to worship them, and regard them as the masters of the world, and later, they say that there is no god in this world, just like neuroticism, they deny the history written by their ancestors, and use a set of specious scientific and technological theories as the basis of this poor society. ”

Victor paused, and he playfully asked a question,

"But if God really doesn't exist, then who did our ancestors see?"

"Cyber, Heartpoint, some existence hidden beneath the absurd façade of the world has noticed you"

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