The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 168 Wheelchair
The Black Queen froze in place, her monster-like treacherous face was numb.

Li Ang crawled down from the palm of the stone, and gently stroked Selena's withered hair like a cat.

Sebastian is a hero.

He has ambition, but also has the personal ability to match his ambition.

Insidious and cunning is his business card, vicious and decisive is his motto.In order to reach the pinnacle of power, he can abandon the so-called morality, conscience and integrity at will.

So when Li Ang's shoes appeared in his line of sight, Sebastian, who had been drained of most of his life energy by the Black Queen, raised his head with difficulty, and said with difficulty, "Don't kill me, I'll kill you!" ,surrender"

"Why should I kill you?"

Li Ang brushed off the cloth on the white coat that was burned by the light beam, and said with a smile: "Although you broke into my city, uttered nonsense in my office, and even tried to brainwash me after the negotiation broke down.

However, I am a pacifist.So you won't die. "

At this time, the security personnel of the institute finally arrived.

Unlike other places, these security guards are all wearing heavy armor, and the metal surface of the armor has a slightly golden-green luster under the light.
The jet-black high-strength composite fibers link layers of armor together, covering the chest and limbs, and an additional metal protective layer is installed at the weak joints.

What's even more weird is that these security guards are all wearing full-coverage helmets, and the expressions of the people inside can't be seen clearly from the brown-yellow window.

Sebastian watched these "security personnel" who were all over two meters tall filed into the house. They were half-bowed, holding various firearms, their cold muzzles pointing obliquely at the ground, and their overall movement was clean and meticulous.

The metal soles of the security personnel stepped on the gravel-covered office floor, and the heavy weight of the armor crushed the fine gravel. It was doubtful whether the crumbling office could bear their weight.

Li Ang casually ordered: "Take them all away, and take them to the laboratory below."

The security personnel nodded silently, easily removed the heavy stone, and dug out the high-level members of the Hellfire Club from the ruins.

These "elites", who were still invincible just now, are being roughly dragged forward like dead dogs at this moment.

Sebastian's shoulders were lifted, and the steel muzzle was firmly pressed against the back of his head. He treated the black king in the most brutal way like an animal, and made the black king taste the fruit called "humiliation".

"Fortunately, my life was saved."

Sebastian lowered his head, not daring to let others see the resentment on his face, and said to himself in the depths of his heart: "As long as you live, there is still hope."

He's not the type to throw in the towel easily.

The security personnel escorted the prisoners, led them through corridors, through long and winding corridors, and finally came to the elevator room for the delivery of goods.

A group of people poured into it, and countless guns were aimed at these club leaders. If there was a slight movement, bullet chains would pour out and tear them to pieces.

Sebastian felt the almost dry strength in his body, looked at those so-called "security guards" who were strong and elite, and suppressed his thoughts of resistance.

Academy City is far from being as simple as those intelligence brokers said, and that Mr. Leon is not "may have weak extraordinary power" as mentioned in the intelligence.

"Those damn brokers"

Sebastian had already greeted the intelligence dealer's ancestors several times in his heart, and selectively forgot that he was the one who proposed to lead the team into Academy City for investigation.

He leaned against the wall of the elevator room with difficulty, and scanned the narrow space from the corner of his eye. The so-called "security personnel"

It's so strange, these security guards didn't say a word from the very beginning, they all used tactical gestures to talk to each other,
And their standing postures are all the same, and even the distance between their feet is exactly matched as if measured with a ruler.

Sebastian inspected the guard's armor out of the corner of his eye—he'd never seen anything like it.

It's not like the human exoskeleton armor produced by Osborn, nor is it like the steel armor sold by Tony Stark of Huahua Company to the US Department of Defense, but more like tin cans?
Just as Sebastian was thinking about the source of these armors, the elevator stalled slowly.

The third basement floor, here we come.

The elevator door automatically retracted to both sides, and what caught Sebastian's eyes was a magnificent scene.

Countless glass columns are neatly arranged to form a square array, supporting the spacious underground space like beams and columns.

Within each column, there is a body floating, and Sebastian, who is familiar with the federal government's list of super-capable criminals, can even pronounce their names fluently.

Electro, Sandman, Bullseye.
Hundreds of scientific researchers in white coats walked through it, examining the reports in their hands—Sebastian could occasionally find a few acquaintances among these scientific researchers.

Hank, a mutant with blue hair, Kurt Connors, a lizard professor who once made a fuss in New York, and Professor Charles, a very conspicuous bald old man in a wheelchair.

The Hellfire Club, the Brotherhood, and the X-Men are the three major forces of the mutant community, and Sebastian, as the leader of Hellfire, has also dealt with Professor Charles several times - although the process is not beautiful .

"Xiao, it's been a long time."

Professor Charles looked at Sebastian, who was dragged out of the elevator by the security personnel, and drove the wheelchair with a smile, and slid over, "I didn't expect to see you here."

Sebastian pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. At the same time, he tried his best to resist Professor Charles' psychic powers that might come at any time.

Professor Charles looked at the constipated Sebastian, smiled, and stood up from the wheelchair.

Yes, Professor Charles, who has always shown himself as a disabled person, stood up extremely flexibly, kicked his legs, and moved his muscles and bones. He did not look like a disabled person at all.

Sebastian was astonished, and reacted very quickly, and said indifferently: "Your disability was cured by artificial organs?"

"Yes."

Professor Charles waved his hand at the security guards, signaling to let Sebastian go, and smiled gently, "From the spine to the legs, most of the body parts have been replaced. Although I don't really care about it, But it does improve my office efficiency.”

Sebastian shook his head and said sarcastically, "Then why are you still in a wheelchair, pretending to be pitiful?"

"I'm used to the feeling of sitting on it, so I haven't lost it, and it's used as a means of transportation." Professor Charles said softly: "And, my governor's campaign team told me that if I keep using a wheelchair in front of the public, I won't lose it during the campaign. have a great advantage.”

Sebastian grinned, and was about to say some more sarcastic words, but his toes went limp, and he fell forward.

Professor Charles quickly straightened him up, pulled over the wheelchair, forced Sebastian into it, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Xiao, since you are here, as the coordinating director of Academy City , I have the responsibility to show you around the experimental items here."

Sebastian was brutally pressed on the wheelchair by the bald old man. His crippled body like a broken doll couldn't exert any strength at all, so he could only be pushed into the wheelchair and moved forward.

(End of this chapter)