X-Men World, 1962, New York.
In front of a dark alley.
A rough, low voice sounded.
"Girls, come closer."
"Be careful of thugs running out of the alley and scaring you."
In front of the dark alley, a man with two sharp fangs like a Beast, embracing two scantily clad, alluring women, took a gulp of wine and his teasing words drew a chorus of flattering giggles from the women.
After he walked past.
Ron's face was cold as he slowly emerged from the alley, glancing at the ground beside him.
Under the dim yellow streetlights, next to a green metal trash can, lay a newspaper largely soaked with sewage.
On it was a black and white printed photo of a President, famous for his radiant smile even in Death, giving a serious speech during a special period.
The date on the newspaper was 1962.
"1962, Sabretooth Victor…"
Sabretooth was tall, with a mane-like beard, two sharp fangs in his mouth, a fierce appearance, and behaved like an ill-mannered Beast.
He and his younger brother, Logan, and other members of the X-Squad, had just completed a mission assigned by Stryker, and were enjoying a rare period of rest, indulging themselves separately, getting drunk, and bringing streetwalkers they had picked up back to the hotel for fun, only to be unluckily encountered by Ron, who had arrived in the X-Men Universe.
Walking onto the street.
America in the 1960s was not as modern or developed as it is now, but the big cities were still very prosperous, with occasional high-rise buildings, bustling with nightlife and extravagance.
In his line of sight, Sabretooth, with a woman on each arm, was telling vulgar jokes and laughing as he walked into a hotel with a neon sign not far away.
Looking at the hotel, where people constantly entered and exited, Ron smiled faintly.
"His healing ability and long lifespan are no less than Wolverine's, and in terms of raw strength and speed, he is even slightly superior to Wolverine before he received the Adamantium injection."
"I'll start with you."
He remembered that in 1962, a major event was happening in the X-Men World.
To legitimately participate in that major event, an admission ticket was needed – the identity of a Mutant.
Although he wasn't one, it didn't matter… he would be soon.
…
Knock, knock!
"Who is it?"
Inside the room, there was a faint rustling of clothes being taken off, and low panting.
"Sir, excuse me, are you interested in learning about our benevolent Heavenly Father…?" Two coughs, and a man's magnetic voice sounded, with a hint of gentleness.
"Get out!"
Before he could finish speaking, an irritable roar came from inside the room.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Sir?…"
The knocking continued, and the voice outside remained polite, but it was truly annoying.
"I hope when I pin you to the ground and beat you up, you can still maintain your faith in your so-called Heavenly Father…"
The room door was violently flung open.
The temperamental and half-drunk Sabretooth grabbed the person outside and pinned him against the wall, his face ferocious like an enraged Beast, and raised his fist, as big as a sandbag, ready to severely teach this guy who dared to interrupt him at a crucial moment.
Hiss!
Ron smiled, raised his hand with a delicate miniature medicine bottle, and sprayed a cloud of White mist onto his face.
"What is this, damn it…"
Sabretooth inhaled a mouthful and staggered back.
The next second, his head immediately became dizzy.
"No matter who you are, when I open my eyes again, I will immediately send you to meet your Heavenly Father, I promise!"
Under attack, Sabretooth shook his muddled head, not flustered at all, but instead showed Ron a cruel smile.
His super healing ability granted him a super strong resistance to drugs.
Something that could render an ordinary person unconscious for a day would only last for about ten minutes on him.
"Heh…"
Ron, who was indifferently covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, scoffed at his threat with disdain.
The World in Sabretooth's eyes began to sway and blur, and the sounds in his ears became distant.
With a thud, his tall body crashed to the ground.
"Ah!…"
Inside the room, two scantily clad women screamed, thinking they were being robbed.
"Shh, Security Bureau at work…"
Ron lightly placed a finger on his lips and smiled.
…
A few minutes later.
Ron easily carried the nearly two-hundred-pound Sabretooth on his shoulder, walking through the hotel corridor.
Others on the way, before getting close, smelled the strong scent of alcohol on Sabretooth and covered their noses, scattering, no one suspecting that he was kidnapping a guest from the hotel.
There were even a few women who came up to chat him up, his handsome face and strong, powerful body, carrying such a big man effortlessly, surely promising a whole new experience that made one's legs go weak just thinking about it.
"Sorry, ladies, I need to take my dear friend to sober up, I don't have time right now."
He smiled like a gentleman, brightly, politely refusing the ladies.
Humans are visual creatures; a good face and physique can help achieve many things.
For example, inside the room, he casually took out his wallet and flashed it, making people believe he was from the Security Bureau, there to apprehend foreign spies who had infiltrated America to plot terrorist sabotage.
Sabretooth, with his ferocious, rude, and unkempt appearance, was hard to believe as a good person, but no one would doubt he was a bad one.
Swish!
Walking out of the hotel, into the Shadow.
Ron, carrying Sabretooth on one shoulder, looked down at his right hand; sharp, tiger-like claws extended from his fingers, and he frowned, showing disgust.
"Although it's a bit ugly, it's not a problem to use it for now."
Upon contact with Sabretooth's body, it cost three thousand ability points, and in an instant, he possessed all of Sabretooth's abilities: rapid regeneration, extraordinary speed and strength, enhanced vision and smell, and sharp claws that could be extended at will, enough to tear a person apart.
Ron walked down the street carrying Sabretooth, his body filled with power, as if he had inexhaustible energy.
After walking for a while, he came to a construction site, stopped, and thought for a moment.
"I originally wanted to find a factory, but a construction site works just as well."
After direct or indirect contact with the target, the system can record their ability template for purchase and enhancement. Sabretooth's abilities were acquired, but there was still residual value to be squeezed out!
Thud!
At the construction site, Sabretooth was thrown to the ground like garbage, his back hitting a stone, the sharp pain making him open his eyes and look around dazedly.
"Oh?"
"You're awake."
Ron squatted on the ground, looking at the awakened Sabretooth, a hint of surprise on his face, and said slowly.
"Congratulations, you don't have to leave this World in a coma; you can witness your Death with your own eyes."
"Remember what I said before, kid?"
The awakened Sabretooth grinned hideously, immediately wanting to use his sharp claws to give the kid in front of him a good reception, making him regret provoking him.
But the next moment, he found himself completely weak, his limbs limp, unable to even lift his hands.
"Don't struggle. This is a sedative spray specifically developed for powerful Superhumans."
He disdainfully patted Sabretooth's face, then stood up and turned to walk away.
"The minimum standard is punching through walls and withstanding rifle bullets with your body."
"An Asian elephant weighing several tons would be unconscious and powerless for a day after just one spray."
"You—are still a bit lacking!"
"You want to kill me? Just you, you bastard?"
After several failed attempts to get up, Sabretooth, in response to Ron's threat to kill him, coldly recounted his past before he was recruited into the current X-Squad.
"On the Vietnam battlefield, because I disobeyed orders, raped a few women, and killed some civilians."
"Those idiots shot me for an hour."
"The shell casings piled up into a small mountain, and in the end, they peed their pants, scared by me, who wasn't even dead yet."
"I was so bored back then I was about to fall asleep, kid, what tricks do you have?"
He and his younger brother, Logan, had participated in many meat-grinder-like wars over the years, until their immortal ability was exposed after they committed a crime and were shot, then immediately recruited into Stryker's X-Squad. Injuries and pain were commonplace for him.
"The army couldn't kill him, they were helpless against me!"
"When the anesthetic wears off, I'll show you what cruelty is, what hell is!"
"Is that so?"
The next second, with a whoosh, two large lights in the distance turned on, piercing the darkness, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes under the dazzling light.
Hum, hum, hum.
Ron drove a heavy, huge road roller over, its giant steel drum rolling with a rumble, crushing gravel, and a devil-like sound slowly echoed.
"I wonder if you can withstand the trial of a civilian road roller?"
"Hmm?!"