Chapter 171: 22. Two completely different people [70/100]

Dr. Morris has lived 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. Technological level, there is no way to transform the desert, but he likes money, so he has been doing well in the past few years of practicing medicine in this place.
As a well-known local black market doctor, he sometimes goes to the casino to dash out, which also makes Morris seem to find the feeling of being young. Until today, four of them are wearing black suits and have half-dark black devil tattoos on their necks. The guy rushed into his private clinic and took the doctor to an unfamiliar five-star hotel. Then he saw his patient.
"God is on top of this injury, he should have died long ago..."
The doctor rolled over the eyelids of John, who was comatose angrily, and he shrugged. "You should have brought me earlier. He is not saved. Wait for death."
"boom"
A gun was placed on the table, and Lewis, who had just sobered, looked at the old slipper in front of him with a bad look. The latter frowned and thought for a moment.
"Okay, I can give it a try, but ordinary people can't survive this injury, so he is a mutant, right?"
"How? You don't make money for mutants?"
Lewis rubbed his forehead impatiently, waved his hand, a suitcase was placed on the table, he opened it, glanced at the guy on the opposite side, then turned it to Morris, most of the boxes of banknotes, no doctor imagined So much, but enough for him to take a risk.
"No, I mean..."
Dr. Morris pressed his finger against the surface of the box. He smiled, and his indifferent expression softened.
"I happened to have saved the lives of mutants a few times. Okay...give me 10 minutes to prepare. These freaks are still so easy to die, but I explained in advance that I will leave after the operation, between you. I don’t want to get involved in the broken things!"
The old doctor put the money box in his hand and walked into the room specially prepared for him. His full voice then sounded.
"Go find my three assistants and tell them that you can get out of my clinic within 15 minutes!"
And while they were busy with surgery on the severely dying "ghost" John, in the house opposite, Cyber ​​was leaning comfortably against the window facing the hotel's large swimming pool. With your wonderful body, enjoy playing in the water.
Saiber holds a lit cigarette in his left hand and a glass of red wine in his right hand... It's not that he likes to drink this. He just smoked a bottle from the wine cabinet, but fortunately, his taste is very good. miscellaneous.
On the big bed behind him, there should have been a beautiful woman, a casino, and a woman who were fortunate enough for him. This is almost the standard of Las Vegas, but now, the big beds are stacked one after another. Three men passed out.
Cyber ​​leaned on the chair and took a sip of wine, whispering,
"How long do you plan to pretend to sleep?"
When no one said anything, Cyber ​​said with a sneer, he ignored it, and began to look at the beautiful woman outside the window. After ten seconds, the man lying on the top jumped up, he did not speak immediately, and He walked up to the mirror in the house, frowned, and looked at the bruise on his face.
Remy Loeb is not Wolverine or Saber-toothed Tiger... he doesn’t have the kind of perverted self-healing ability, so the bruise that Saber’s punch left on his face may take several days to come down, he turned his head, With his arms akimbo, looking at Cyber,
"I said, how do you know I'm playing dizzy?"
"Your heartbeat has dropped to 10 beats per minute, and your breathing has become long, which is enough to hide from those ordinary people."
Cyber ​​put the glass in his hand aside and he moved his shoulder. "But in the eyes of professionals, your movements are almost similar to the earthquake. I can't convince myself to ignore the nasty breath... Ok Well, we have wasted too much time, let’s talk about things I want to know."
He stood up, leaned against the window, flicked the soot in his hand, and there was still a glimmer of red light in his eyes,
"Say, you can go."
Remy looked straight at Saber’s face. He tried to discern a trace of favorable emotions from this face, but no, and Saber’s fighting power, he had already seen when the three men fought It is clear that it is stronger than Victor and is the same as Logan. It seems that there is a special method that can strengthen the power in a short time, and the same advanced self-healing.
Such opponents are desperate, and Remy can be sure that this guy is the kind of extreme coldness, and dealing with him must be very dangerous, so he weighed for a moment, nodded, and stretched out his chair.
"go ahead."
Cyber ​​glanced at him, throwing his hand and throwing a cigarette. The latter took it in his hand, took out a very cool silver lighter and lit it.
"who are you?"
"Remy Loeb, from New Orleans, I know what you want to ask."
Remy played fancy with a lighter in the palm of his hand, and said easily, "I was tricked into that island by a named Ajax. He said that there is a way to cure the migraine that I had since childhood. I was imprisoned there for 2 years, but now think about it, he did not lie to me, my headache was cured."
This guy is a person with a lot of words. He gently pulled away his clothes, revealing scars on his stomach,
"But this is the price."
Cyber ​​nodded recklessly,
"Why do you save Victor? I don't think that guy will have a friend like you."
Remy heard this problem, a big smile on his face, he looked at Cyber,
"Then why did you save him? If I guessed right, we have consistent reasons for our behavior... Victor is not a good person, but he is not a that is too bad to be saved."
"So it turns out."
Cyber ​​nodded, and Remy could escape from Stryker's second base. It seemed that he was also helped by Saber-toothed Tiger, but Cyber ​​was very puzzled about why the guy did this, but he didn't ask reasonably. He pondered for a moment,
"Where is that island?"
"It's close!"
Remy Loeb threw the cigarette in his hand to the sky, a purple light flowed on the cigarette butt, 1 second later, the cigarette burst violently, and the gray smoke seemed to have his own consciousness. Flowing between his fingers, this scene made Cyber ​​narrow his eyes, who looked at him and whispered,
"Do you know the mutant riots in California 4 years ago?"
"Ok"
Cyber ​​nodded. That was the news he saw in his newspaper when he first arrived. It was also the first time he had contact with the mutants.
"Do you know why that riot happened?"
Remy’s emotions became sad,
Because in that month, 17 schools in California, a total of 23 students were missing…all mutants, the mutant brothers only helped, but ordinary people called this demonstration a riot. …They just want to protect their children, nothing more.

"Stricker captured them? Where are those children now?"
Cyber's voice suddenly became soft, and Remy glanced at him, shaking up, and turning to the door,
"I tried to keep myself from thinking about that answer... If you can really kill Stryker, the entire California variant will appreciate you... that place is on the island off the coast of Pennsylvania, where it was the Sanli Island Nuclear Power Plant more than 30 years ago. The place where the accident was rebuilt, they called it Sansili 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."
Remy left a word, opened the door, and flew away. Cyber ​​went to the chair he made and picked up the lighter he put on the table. The silver shell was decorated with a sculpture of a devil at the top. Look It looks very gorgeous, and it can be seen that this is Remy's beloved thing, and the edge has been polished with a hint of gloss.
As for why he left this stuff here... Probably a ransom.
Cyber ​​said with a chuckle, playing the lighter in his hand, this is another very interesting guy, he did not look back, asked in a low voice,
"How about you? When are you going to pretend to sleep again?"
"I thought you couldn't find..."
Victor, who was pale, rubbed his head and sat up from the bed. He looked at Logan, who was still in a coma, with a complex look. He suffered two consecutive blows from Remy, and the target was placed accurately on the head. Logan was destined to sleep for a long time.
"Why? Kill him?"
Cyber ​​leaned on the table and said with a bad smile, "If you want to kill, just drag out and kill, don't dirty my place."
Victor shook his head. He stood up from the bed with some difficulty. Logan took a heavy shot. Even with his self-healing power, it would take some time to fully recover, and Logan's skyrocketing combat power also kept him on. Victor, hesitant about something, made up his mind.
As he walked out of the door, Victor turned his head and whispered,
"Stricker has his final product in Sanli Island...Weapon X, you have to be careful, it is better to find a few more helpers."
"I'm curious, Victor... who are you working for?"
Cyber’s problem paused Victor’s footsteps,
You helped me, and also released Remy Loeb. This makes me doubt your loyalty to Stryker... I don’t understand you too much. People’s thoughts, but I know at least one truth."
He stared closely at Victor’s back,
"A guy like you who is willing to sacrifice his brother's relationship in order to incubate, the plot must be amazing... Interested to tell me?"
Vidoc turned back slightly, a smile on his stubble side,
"You know too much... when you should know, you will naturally know, by the way, I have never been Stryker's person, I can't give me what I want, but you can help me For your sake, I have revealed a message to you that you can listen to as a joke."
"Ok?"
Cyber ​​became interested, and then he heard Victor's hoarse voice,
"The history of this world is actually the most fun thing. When mankind first started to develop civilization, they said that there is a in this world. More than one person with a long history said that they have seen a real god, so everyone I adore them frantically and regard them as the masters of the world. Later, they said that there is no in this world, like neuroticism, they negate the history written by their ancestors... using a specious theory of technology as a poor society basis."
Victor stopped, he asked a question playfully,
"But if God really doesn't exist, who did our ancestors see?"
"Cyber, be careful, some of the existence hidden under the absurd appearance of the world, have noticed you..."