The correct way to attack the villain

Bangya Zajcek, the finished product of Destiny Virtual Technology, the brain core of the Huberian, has been on the earth for ten years, and now he has encountered the most incredible thing in his brain career——

When he woke up, after finishing the routine greetings, what he saw was not the stupid faces of Song Mo or Eredar, but a handsome uncle with a great temperament and a tall man in a suit and shirt.

Bangya: "..."

The same situation still applies to puter03.

According to past experience, after completing the task, she should stay in the Batcave and accept the careful care of the old housekeeper. She can spend the whole day at Wayne Manor at her disposal, instead of being limited to one and a half meters like now. On the wide bedside table, it doesn't even have the right to connect to Xavier College's wifi.

"I've said it from a long time ago, we need to have a good talk."

The professor in uniform was sitting in a wheelchair, a little closer to the hospital bed. Alex stood silently behind him on the right, with a nervous expression on his face. He looked like a qualified bodyguard. Song Mo, who was stared at by him, Like that thug who seemed ready to shoot somebody at any moment.

It's normal for him to be nervous, after all, he saw Song Mo pointing a gun at Professor Charles a long time ago.

The second day after Professor Charles installed the imaginary number core for him.

He still remembers the pocket pistol with the safety catch pulled, and the way Song Mo was wearing a hospital gown, obviously unable to stand still, but his movements were still fast and ruthless, and a bullet could accurately graze the professor's cheek ——He wasn't sure if it was intentional or an accident, but based on what he knew about Song Mo, he was more inclined to the latter.

There is a murderous soul hidden under that pretty face, and only he and Professor Charles know about this in the whole college.

Seeing Alex's nervous look, Song Mo twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, and then looked at Charles: "You can't force a weak patient to listen to your clichés." After speaking, he licked his dry lips Lips, "Excuse me, can I have a glass of water?"

Hearing Song Mo's request, Alex first glanced at Charles, and waited for the brown-haired professor to nod slightly before turning and walking out of the room to pour water.

Charles had his usual gentlemanly expression on his face, and he continued the original topic: "But usually you turn your head away when you see me."

The voice is gentle and mellow, with a peculiar accent and a sense of helplessness.

Song Mo lowered his eyes, and unconsciously slid his fingertips on the ball of the golden belt: "I think that's my most polite performance, Professor."

Charles smiled: "Judging from what you did in Gotham, indeed, you are very polite to me, and I am very content."

"I don't expect that one day we can sit down peacefully and talk like ordinary teachers and students—"

"When will you stop restricting my abilities, and we will be able to live in peace." Song Mo spread his hands and interjected, "It's that simple."

This is the only and constant theme of their few conversations over the past few years. It is about Song Mo and Song Mo's restricted abilities, and the result is obvious. If the negotiation is successful, Song Mo will not be here They are still wearing the set of imaginary number cores.

So this time, no surprises——

"Okay." Charles said softly.

The expression on Song Mo's face froze for a moment.

The professor who stopped not far from his bed still had the same faint smile, very handsome and healing, yes, but also very official and general.

"I may have misheard something." Song Mo quickly recovered his original expression, frowning, "Do you want to say it again?"

"In fact, you saved us, you're Xavier's hero—"

Seeing Song Mo frowned because of this sentence, Charles added: "Although you may not like this name."

The professor looked at him: "I will no longer restrict your abilities, starting today."

The room fell silent at those words.

There was no disbelief, no ecstasy, Song Mo looked at Charles with a complicated expression, he didn't get dazed until he heard Alex's footsteps outside the door, and then an exaggerated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I almost believed it, Professor."

He let go of the hand holding his belt, stretched his waist in a casual posture, and suddenly burst up when his right hand was casually stretched to his waist, and took out a semi-automatic pistol from his back waist. Flowing clouds and flowing water, the movement is so fast that almost only afterimages can be seen.

The sound of mechanical parts being pulled rang in my ears, like a trigger being pulled.

Outside the door, the glass cup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, and Alex yelled hoarsely: "Professor!"

Charles' pupils shrank slightly, and he manipulated the wheelchair to take half a step back, but not to avoid Song Mo.

"Stop! Alex!"

However, as soon as the words were spoken, the red laser had already approached.

Compared with the laser that always shot out of the red line at first, Alex can now control his head very precisely. A not-so-thin laser passed between Charles and Song Mo, and the position was kept just enough to melt Song Mo's hand. A pistol that doesn't hurt anyone.

But Song Mo withdrew his hand one step ahead of him.

Then he turned his head, snapped his fingers at Alex with his free hand, and touched his upper and lower lips lightly.

"shutup."

The red laser light disappeared instantly, along with Alex's ability.

Seeing the unbelievably shocked expression on the senior's face, Song Mo curled up the corners of his mouth viciously, then indifferently grabbed the loaded pistol, bent down, and used both hands to lift the man who was standing too far just now. Nasty and dropped pants to the crotch.

"Tell me, what strange method did you think of to limit my abilities this time?"

As he said this, his posture was a hundred times more relaxed than when Charles said "good": "Actually, I only discovered that those imaginary number cores can be picked out recently, probably because I grew up and it became smaller and the model did not match? If in the original If I want to deduct it, it may flow out with my brains."

Charles frowned, and finally put the bracelet that he had been holding in his hand in front of Song Mo.

Made of alloy, it looks like a men's watch without the dial.

Song Mo had such an expression on his face: "Finally it's not those nails anymore, I thank you for my brain."

After finishing speaking, he reached out and took the metal bracelet to look at it: "It looks quite chic, and the material is... the gold-titanium alloy of the 'Seraph' satellite? Oh, oh, the rich and powerful college professor. But——"

He put the bracelet on his hand, the size is just enough to fit on his wrist, but that's all, there is no more complicated encryption, tightening, or even air resin filling to make the bracelet and wrist completely bonded together, as long as With a little ingenuity, the bracelet can be pulled off again.

Song Mo raised his eyebrows: "It should be tougher than I imagined? Did you not calculate the size of my wrist? Or did you bring a semi-finished product?"

Charles reached out and pressed the button on the inside of the bracelet: "It's actually supposed to open like this."

Pressing the button, the bracelet opened with a sound. He put the bracelet back on Song Mo's wrist, fastened it tightly, and the indicator light on the bracelet, the size of half a grain of rice, lit up.

Suddenly there was some power coming from all directions, and it disappeared after a while. Everything seemed normal, except that the energy that restrained Alex disappeared.

This time, Song Mo frowned, his expression became complicated and puzzled.

"This is an improved version of the ability suppressor. It works very well, and you only need to charge him a little bit for a while and it will last for a while."

Charles paused for a moment, and then he looked into Song Mo's eyes: "Did you feel until now that I restricted your ability because I was afraid that your ability would hurt us?"

Song Mo looked back at him: "Otherwise? Is there a second reason?"

Charles laughed, his voice was very soft, he seemed to be trapped in some kind of memory, and his tone became nostalgic: "Do you remember when we first met, Song Mo?"

Song Mo looked out the window at the beginning of the film: "Who remembers what happened ten years ago."

Charles smiled and shook his head.

He didn't know what that was to Song Mo, but to him, it was probably one of the most impressive memories in his life.

An eight-year-old boy wearing a small suit, with exaggerated paint on his face, broke into the church with a gun, sat on the idol, and willfully asked the nuns to change the angel's eyes on the ceiling to other colors, not blue anyway. The nuns disagreed, so he took a bullet and pierced the priest's calf.

And all this is going on with the tacit approval of his adoptive father.

A lovely child, but not properly educated.

So he tried his best to win the opportunity for Song Mo to come to Xavier to study, and even used the reason that "if the ability is not suppressed as soon as possible, his lifespan will be greatly shortened"-of course, this reason exists.

But as Song Mo himself said, he doesn't care about the length of his lifespan. The lifespan of a mutant is long enough. He can accept that his lifespan can be shortened to more than [-] or [-] years, but he can't bear being restricted by abilities just for mediocrity. Live for hundreds of years.

Even so, he still chose to drive the imaginary number core into his brain, because——

"I don't want you to become like your adoptive father."

Charles: "Your powers allow you to do everything easily. I don't want your life to be filled with darkness, crime and unearned decades. I don't know what you have been through, but I don't want you Trapped in the past, I don't want you to leave this world feeling guilty after taking enough lives."

"You are worthy of the most perfect life, Song Mo."

Song Mo moved his throat, and a few seconds later, he sneered: "Ridiculous theory, if I were a nun, I would definitely worship you, professor."

Charles didn't say anything else. He put his hand back on the wheelchair and said with a smile, "I probably haven't congratulated you on graduating from this academy."

Song Mo held the metal bracelet on his wrist with one hand, and rubbed the switch countless times with his fingertips. Finally, when Charles was about to leave the nursing room with Alex, he couldn't help saying: "You just Are you afraid that I will become the same as before when I have no restrictions?"

"Now you won't." Charles paused, turning his face away, "You're a Xavier graduate, and you're full after your birthday this year."

"Mr. Napier."

Song Mo looked at Charles' back that was drifting away, and couldn't help reaching out and pinching the center of his brows.

Sure enough, he still hated these people, Scott, Batman, and Charles.

Charles' voice came from not far away.

"I have to warn you, student."

"I remember today is the day you go to work at Wayne Group?"

Song Mo who was sitting on the bed was startled suddenly.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's eight o'clock in the morning!