Chapter 166: 17. Memorial and Promise【65/100】

"Bang"
The door of the office was pushed open, and a serious-faced Mei walked into the office with a folder. She placed it on the desk behind the tall figure with her back to him.
"Director, 15 minutes ago, two super-scale lightning strikes broke out in the deep mountains near the border of Quebec. A secret base of the military was completely destroyed. No casualties were detected at present. The Ministry of Defense held an inquiry 5 minutes ago. Yes...about this matter."
"Humph, lightning strike?"
The figure did not look back. He stood on the edge of the floor porthole on the 37th floor of the Manhattan Triangle Wing. He only looked at the city outside the window that had just woken up from sleep. His voice was very penetrating, just to hear it. Feel a special will exists in it.
"May, you were the best agent here. Do you really believe it was a lightning strike?"
Faced with this question, Agent Met, who had been transferred to the civil service, did not answer, but her silence was actually an answer.
"Professor Charles's moderates have been divided for decades. Those guys in Congress may have forgotten how the man used his own power to save the world from the poison of war. They have forgotten the terrible power he has mastered. .. But there are always people who like to see the world burning, and even more terrifying is that when a group of restless idiots gather around him, this arrogant fantasy will become a terrible reality."
"call..."
The man in black leather was holding the fence outside the porthole with both hands, and he sighed with relief. "The professor is demonstrating. He is making us dissatisfied in this way. Did Stryker's investigation result come out?"
May nodded,
"It's out, do you need me to give it to you?"
"No... send it directly to the old guys in the Department of Defense who have lost their minds. Let them see what the person they rely on is what they are!"
"So do we need to intervene in the events of Mutants and Stryker? I'm worried that things might change."
May whispered, "Colson has four months to monitor the weapon X plan. His report said that Stricker is likely to have another research base in the country. I am worried that the variant of the Charles faction will go Attacking that place may cause panic among the people."
"Intrude? No! We will not intervene!"
Nick Fury, the current leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., the king of the agents in the world shrugged,
"We can just do the finishing work, and we should teach those stubborn people a lesson, so that they know that the world does not operate according to their ideas... but to strengthen the monitoring of the Brotherhood of Mutants, I I always feel that Magneto has been dormant for so many years and must be planning something extraordinary."
"By the way, let Coulson be faster... In the face of more and more complicated situations, we need some stronger cards."
On the other side, Gotham Cemetery, this place is as quiet as ever. Cyber ​​is standing in front of the tombstone of the cross, and Catherine in a white dress is standing beside him.
"This city is still such a disgusting haze three years later..."
Cyber's hand gently glides on the tombstone in front of him, with a slight sharpening, his eyes have never been so sad and gentle, he whispered,
"Old man...I'll come back to see you."
A gust of wind blew Cyber's hair up, it seemed that the dead relatives were saying hello to him,
"I thought I could see you after I came back, but you left alone."
"Did you know? Although we only got along for 1 year... but in my heart, your status is very important, a stubborn, rude, uncomfortable old man..."
Sai Weiwei closed his eyes and whispered softly, "But it was the first really good person I met in my life, how I wish you were murdered... At least that would make me Cut some idiots to vent my anger..."
"But now, how do you make me fight against time?"
His fingers tightened fiercely, and a tear was left from the corner of Cyber's eyes. He, who had always shown his madness, eventually inevitably revealed his own weakness. He once covered it up very well, but now, In the face of those who have been lost, there is no need to cover up.
"You have said that you hate Gotham, but you still choose to die in the place where you were born. You still like it in the end, right?"
"This annoying city, you can't let it go in the end, right?"
Cyber ​​took a bottle of liquor from Catherine's tearful face, twisted it open, half poured it down, and the other half poured onto the ground in front of the cemetery,
"Then I will help you...Look at it."
"No one wants to disturb you...cough"
Cyber ​​coughed and covered his mouth with a handkerchief. When letting go, a shocking dark red made Catherine couldn't help but tighten Cyber's arm. The latter smiled at him.
"Don't worry, little girl, I haven't finished what I should do, I won't just fall down like this."
"Tap, step"
A heavy footstep sounded behind the two of them, and neither of them looked back. After a while, the older Gordon stepped forward and placed the flowers in his hand in front of his father’s tomb.
"He walked peacefully...just can't let you go."
Gordon squatted down, reached out to clear the weeds around the tombstone, and whispered, "But I think if he can really see you come to see him, he will be very happy, he might still scold you Here... you know, he is this kind of person, he is worthless to scold you in person, but he will soon use his method to make you accept his goodwill with a smile."
"Ok."
Cyber ​​nodded silently, and no one spoke. After a few minutes, Gordon clapped his hands and stood up. He already had clear wrinkles on his face and gray hair on the top of his head. Compared to the last time Cyber ​​saw him, It seems that he has grown old as a teenager.
But it was still the same dress for ten thousand years, black-framed glasses, stern yet warm eyes, the police chief and Cyber ​​stood together, he said softly,
"Thanks for your blessing, Gotham is very good... Good is a bit unbelievable, but I can still smell the feeling in the darkness of this city, the danger never leaves, I sometimes I’m very curious. Why is it that a Gotham attracts so many freaks... Is the Devil Gang coming back?"
Facing Gordon's direct inquiry, Cyber ​​shook his head,
"I don't know, maybe it will, after all, this is our root, will you welcome us?"
Gordon shrugged,
"Why not? Although the city's current gangsters are just resurrecting, I am still very happy to see some old folks help me share the pressure, but as before...it can only be the dock area and the narrow island!"
"call..."
He took a sigh of relief, took off his glasses, and took out a handkerchief to wipe it. He suddenly asked in a low voice, "Saibo, you said, will Gotham really have a day when order is completely restored?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know."
Cyber ​​finger slid gently on the tombstone in front of him, Gordon chuckled twice, "Yeah, who knows about the future? We all lost loved ones, just because of a lunatic, they are now The story of the clown as a lace at the end of the street is spreading. Look, this city is really disappointing."
He turned away and whispered as he walked away,
"Come to my house for dinner tonight. Barbara and Jimmy both miss you and Catherine. Robin will come too."
Gordon patted Cyber's shoulder and said toughly,
"Do not come! Have you heard?"
"Ok."
Cyber's finger was removed from the tombstone, and he turned to look at Gordon, "Can I bring another guest?"
Gordon pouted, "Random, anyway, I'm spacious."
Let's back up the time slightly for 4 hours. At Xavier's Gifted Junior College in Queens, New York, Cyber ​​and Catherine are about to leave New York. When they returned to Gotham, their door was knocked.
"Come in"
Saibo said without looking back. After a while, some stern Santals came in. He had changed a set of fitted clothes, but because he was too thin, he looked like a bamboo pole. After coming in, some stood at the door of the room at a loss, probably wanting to say something, but didn't know how to speak.
Saber ignored him. After a few minutes, they had finished packing, and Saber sat by the bed, lit a cigarette, then looked at Santals, and threw him another one, this time. The young man did not refuse anymore. He put the cigarette in his mouth and took a bit of a clumsy breath. This pastime at the cost of health made him less stressed. He raised his head, looked at Cyber, and took a deep breath. Tone, say aloud,
"Mr. Cyber, I... I don't think I'm suitable here, can I follow you?"
"Ok?"
Cyber's brow raised, "Why? We do everything for a reason, don't we?"
"I...I just think this place makes me feel weird..."
Santals shook his head uncomfortably, and Cyber ​​snorted.
"To be honest, boy, I can tell you lying."
This sentence made the young man discouraged. He shrugged his head and looked around, before lowering his voice and saying,
"The ones you told me before, I don't want to be a weak person, I want to protect my sister, I have lost my parents, but I can't do it now...I want to learn how to fight with you."
"But if you want to learn to fight, it is more appropriate for you to stay here, isn't it?"
Cyber ​​flicked his finger, "Professor Charles is one of the most powerful mutant bipolars in the world, and Ms. Ororo, you can see that she can destroy a base in her hand. It's far away."
"No! Not the same!"
Santals explained somewhat disappointedly, "I also saw Ms. Ororo's fight, how to say, she gave me the feeling... very powerful, but not the kind of momentum I want... You also said that I will be a natural killer, I think that killers need that kind of momentum, but they can’t teach me... this college has no way for me to learn that kind of momentum and methods of killing. The guy who has been here for several years, hasn’t even killed a person. I chatted with them and felt that they were a little...something naive."
He stretched out his hands tangled and separated his fingers,
"I have killed nearly 30 people...they really can't teach me."
"But follow me, you may die tomorrow..."
Cyber ​​bombed soot, and said nonchalantly, "If you die, you will have nothing. Isn't it safe to live peacefully?"
"I'm not afraid of death!"
Santals put his finger down and whispered, "I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid of being locked in a cage again, the kind of despair that has lost freedom, and may be dragged away by people who rush in at any time, I Not afraid of dying! I'm just afraid of being slain!"
He bowed deeply towards Cyber,
"Please train me! Mr. Cyber!"
The atmosphere in the room was a little frozen, Catherine sat on the other side, looked at Santals, then turned to look at the silent Cyber, the little girl pursed her lips, she asked,
"What about your sister? Will Clarice agree that you follow us?"
"She, she will agree!"
Santals said awkwardly, "She will understand me!"
"Well...go to pack things, we leave here in an hour."
Cyber ​​returned the cigar to his mouth and said vaguely, "This is your own choice. If you die, don't blame me!"
Santals looked up in surprise, he yelled, turned and opened the door, and then stood there, outside the door, Auroro, who was not convinced, stood there holding the textbook, and he looked bad Looking at Cyber, after a while, she said aloud,
"I want to fight with you!"