"I'm going to borrow something from you. ”

At the café where they last met, Cyber sat alone on a chair facing the street, a place that was supposed to be one of the camouflage facilities of New Xavier College, there wasn't even a single guest in it, and even the coffee was made by Cyber himself.

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

"I'm going to ask you to help me find someone. ”

No one answered, and on the surface it seemed as if he was talking to himself, but only a moment later, Professor Charles's cold voice sounded in Cyber's heart:

"What are you borrowing, and who are you going to look for?"

"Wanda misses her brother a lot, so I'm taking that kid to his sister this time, and of course I need him to do me a little favor. ”

Cyber placed the coffee cup in his hand on the table, lying on the table with his eyes closed, as if he was resting, but in the deeper communication, he did not stop to narrate.

"You can always find all the mutants in this world as long as you want, and I want to find Victor the Sabertooth Tiger now, which is my personal request. ”

The professor didn't answer immediately, he apparently hesitated for a moment:

"I can give you the position of the saber-toothed tiger, but Pietro... No, I don't want to peek into your heart, but it's clear that you're not just looking for this kid because of a simple Wanda's request. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Cyber's mouth on the table with his eyes closed, he didn't intend to use this clumsy excuse to deal with Professor Charles, since it was discovered, there was no need to hide, he said bluntly:

"I'm going to give this kid a chance, his speed, his talent should be developed at a deeper level, he should take on a stronger challenge instead of wasting time and squandering talent, he has Eric's blood in his body, he shouldn't be an ordinary alpha mutant. ”

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

"Eric has been looking for the power to change the world, but he doesn't realize that his two children, with this potential, give him to me, and when I bring him back, you will find that I will give you back a successor who is truly worth relying on. ”

This provocative language is of little use to someone like the professor, who automatically filters out the pompous parts of the Cyber dialect and sensitively grasps the point directly, asking:

"What if Pietro fails in the face of your "chance"?

Cyber's eyes sparkled for a moment, and he picked up his coffee cup:

"It's going to die, and it's going to die miserably. ”

"Then I won't agree!"

Professor Charles refused, and Seber shrugged his shoulders, he had expected the stubborn old man's answer, but instead of giving up, he asked rhetorically:

"Have you forgotten the tragedy of Grey Jean again? I thought that the death of your disciple would make you more sober, don't help them make decisions in the name of doing good for others, this opportunity belongs to that child, you should ask his opinion, if he still remembers his father's hatred in his heart, and wants to seek revenge on Hydra or me, I don't think he will refuse. ”

"Uh..."

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

"Eric is always complaining about your conservatism, 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 even more to get your current strength, you always say that I impose my own thoughts on others, why don't you be like this... But listen, I'm not here to argue with you about this stuff today. ”

"Let's give the kids the choice, as we did last time, they are not just your future..."

Cyber stood up and straightened his clothes: "They are my future now, too." ”

The professor replied no more, and Cyber left the old man with enough time to think, and he sat down on the street in front of the café with a stool, and in the dead silence of the street, the warm sunlight cast a shadow on him.

He sat there as if the whole world was leaving him, leaning back in his chair, his eyes slightly closed, and a burning cigarette in his hand, but not smoking, like a lit chronograph incense.

It's always very difficult to make a big decision, and the difficulty of this choice is manifested in the outside world, that is, the time continues to prolong, and when the fifth cigarette butt falls on the ground, a gust of wind blows in front of Cyber's eyes, and he looks up and sees the unruly boy with a face full of unruliness.

Compared with the last time he fought, Pietro, who had just recovered from his injuries at this moment, was a little less frivolous and more steady, and failure was always the most growth-providing, even through his sunglasses, Cyber could see the deepest trace of longing in his eyes.

The thirst for power.

"I heard you can make me faster?"

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

"You're far behind, boy, I met two speedsters the other day, 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 to them, you are as slow as a turtle. ”

Cyber stood up from his chair, his height had reached 1.95 due to the superposition of many factors, and the 15-year-old Pietro was still developing, currently only 1.70, he looked down at the somewhat thin young man in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

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

"You were the one 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 feel like I need to be faster, I'm ready." ”

"Good!"

Cyber breathed a sigh of relief, he patted the young man on the shoulder, motioned for him to follow, and the two guys, one tall and one short, walked out, their shadows pulling longer in the sun: "Do you have your own nickname? ”

"Then call me... Quicksilver. ”

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

A bearded man of apparent Arab descent roared a little frantically, and across from him, Dr. Killian, Hydra's new head in New York, was in a white coat and was concentrating on adjusting the last liquid, deaf to the roar of the finger-pointing beard.

It wasn't until 5 minutes later that the doctor carefully removed the final product from the UV Petri dish, which was a small jar of purple liquid mixed with red spots, which looked very beautiful.

Killian held it in his hand, held it in front of his eyes and shook it, a strange halo shining on the reagent bottle, for an experienced researcher, it was possible to distinguish some of the colors of the potion just by the light refracted by these reagents, and after looking at the sunlight for a few seconds, a trace of regret flashed on the face of Dr. Killian, who had a European face.

"Mass production still can't achieve a concentration of more than 65%, but that's enough. ”

The Doctor took off his gloves and threw them aside, he didn't pay any attention to the fact that he looked at his beard angrily like a fool, he picked up the intercom, and whispered to the other:

"Let them in!"

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

"What do you TM say!"

The bearded man named Julio stepped forward angrily, the muscles in his chest were distended, and he looked like he was going to teach Killian a lesson if he didn't agree with him, but the latter was not afraid of him at all, he looked at Julio's eyes unceremoniously with a cold face:

"Because of your failure, we have to pay a valuable fortune to Hydra to unblock the joints! Do you know that according to the temper of the leader, you should have been thrown into the battlefield of Central Asia a long time ago! You bastard, if I hadn't saved you, you wouldn't have any bones left!"

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

An indescribable irritability flashed in Killian's eyes, and the outburst of this polite researcher at this moment made the barbarian Julio couldn't help but take a step back, and a cold light flashed in Killian's eyes behind his glasses:

"I'm going to treat you like the next living experiment... You wouldn't want to be them, would you?"

Julio's previous arrogance was completely gone, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, as if he was instantly transformed into a good baby, Killian was very satisfied with this attitude, he straightened his clothes, glanced at Julio, waved at him, and the bearded man hurriedly exited the room.

He looked at Killian's back, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes, really, the moment Killian roared at him just now, he felt like he was facing a tiger that had been freed, and it only took a moment to tear him apart.

A moment later, the 15 armor pilots belonging to the Ten Rings who were called by Killian stood in front of Dr. Killian in a row, unlike the bearded leadership, these people in front of him were all selected from the large number of grassroots personnel of the Ten Rings Gang, almost all of them were veterans of the war in the chaotic Central Asia and Eastern Europe, and there was an awe-inspiring air when they stood there.

What's more, they are all drivers who have been inoculated with the first generation of the Desperate Virus, and according to Tony Stark, the Ten Rings have not been able to crack the secrets of the Ark Reactor, so they use the virus vector itself, which can increase the bioelectricity in the inoculator's body, as an energy source for the Warframe.

To put it more vividly, these soldiers in front of them are not only the pilots of the Ten Rings Gang war mecha, but also the batteries of the mecha.

"Bang Bang"

Dr. Killian clapped his palms, drawing all his attention to him, and with his left hand he picked up the vial 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 Desperate Virus, you are no longer ordinary humans, but you must also feel that the power flowing in your body is not stable, and you are even at risk of blowing yourself up when you are emotional... But that shortcoming will end today!"

"This!"

The Doctor held the liquid in his hand above his head and said in a loud voice, "An advanced version of the Desperate Virus that has truly stabilized! It will make the power flowing in your body truly stable, and it will make you truly become the god warrior of Mandarin! It will make you faster and stronger, and it will make you reach true immortality!"

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

He snapped his fingers, and a map of the city opened in front of the eyes of 15 motorists, marked with 15 marks.

"The Devils are one of the Ten Rings' biggest challengers on the American continent, and this time, I want you to destroy their 15 strongholds in Central City!"

"Cyber Hawke is arrogantly waging war with us, he ignores the ancient and immortal power behind us, let him know now that the counterattack of the Ten Rings Gang has begun!"