Hehe hahaha hmm hmm hmm…"
By the Bethesda Fountain, Mike cupped some Water to wash his face, then sat on the steps and laughed nervously.
It was incredibly thrilling.
There were clearly simpler methods, such as Senbonzakura, which was like a bug to many people. To be honest, it was a bit of a death wish.
But Mike was never the kind of person who was as steady as an old dog.
The native was struck by the Harbor Bird's chopper, splitting into a position that no living person could achieve—imagine splitting from the crotch to the top of the head.
Mike quickly picked up his nichirin blade, not bothering to loot the body, and left immediately.
He had inevitably absorbed a little bit of the poison, feeling a bit dizzy, which was why he unleashed his ultimate move to clear the area and then leave the place of trouble.
The faint moonlight, shimmering Water reflections, mirrored Mike's face.
"It seems I've become 6.66% more handsome… With a system and good looks, besides being a bit poor, I'm practically perfect. Uh… Wait, what am I even saying? Even if it's the truth, how can I bear to say it and strike others down? Poison, the poison has actually affected my brain."
Blaming his narcissism on the poison, that's quite perfect too.
Rubbing his cheeks, he could feel his body's immune system expelling the toxins, so he wasn't worried.
He was just a little dizzy; it wouldn't affect him in a fight.
It's just that… had he forgotten something?
A headless body in a red and black jumpsuit lay in the grass, four fingers curled up, leaving only the middle finger sticking out. Upon closer inspection, there were granulation tissues growing at the neck's severed end.
Would there be more assassins?
Mike felt a little sleepy.
He wanted to make a call.
Then he found his phone had zero signal.
Before it was just communication control, now it's directly cut off?
The screen flickered, looking suspiciously like it could die at any moment.
A roar of an engine disturbed Mike's gaze as he was admiring the moonlight.
How uncivilized.
Mike had no choice but to sit up.
The car stopped about ten meters from the fountain, and the driver got out first.
It was a big man.
No need to keep you guessing, who else could be so burly and have two cute little fangs besides Sabretooth?
Such a big cat, some cat lovers would go crazy seeing him.
However, Mike was a dog person, more fond of Wolverine.
Mainly because he used to think it was so cool when he went "clang" and revealed his Adamantium claws, right?
Sabretooth opened the car door.
A person in a black hooded cloak got out of the car, slightly hunched, and roughly pulled out a little girl.
Klar!
"Brother Mike, save me! Waaah…" Klar struggled and cried loudly.
Mike was furious.
One-Sword Style: Iai: Lion's Song!
He struck without hesitation.
Ding!
Sabretooth's claws clamped Mike's blade.
"Hey, hey, hey, aren't you too eager, not even saying hello? Don't forget, we have the hostage." Mike's enraged strike, which directly severed Sabretooth's hand and claws, turning him into a three-clawed cat, truly startled Sabretooth. His tone seemed teasing, but he was actually threatening Mike not to act rashly.
The cloaked man was even more frightened. If Sabretooth hadn't reacted, he wouldn't have reacted at all to that strike just now. Firstly, he didn't expect Mike to be so decisive, and secondly, his reaction was indeed not as good as Sabretooth's. He quickly pulled out a dagger and held it to Klar's neck.
Mike exhaled and slowly sheathed his blade.
"Has your Brotherhood become a subordinate organization of the Continental Hotel?"
"How could that be?" Sabretooth said, "It's just that two little fools wanted to earn some extra money and got caught."
Earlier at the airport, a clairvoyant and a chameleon, two capable Mutants, were defeated by Mike and given as a favor to S.H.I.E.L.D..
"So, you've come to avenge those two?"
"We came to check. If you're a Mutant and willing to join the Brotherhood, then you're one of us. When we fight among ourselves, it's just sparring, no big deal. If someone gets caught, we rescue them." Sabretooth's tone shifted, "If not, even if they're just two little fools, they're still the Brotherhood's little fools, and they can't be bullied!"
Actually, Sabretooth didn't care about other Mutants; these words were pretty much just a reiteration of Magneto's orders. To be honest, he had killed quite a few himself; he used to work for Stryker, responsible for capturing Mutants.
The main reason he came was his love for battle.
As they spoke, the cat's claws regenerated.
"First, I'm not a Mutant."
"Second, even if I were, I wouldn't join an organization that threatens others with little girls."
Mike assumed his Iai stance: "Try to block it if you want; this time, it won't just be a few claws getting cut off."
The aura of "no one can stop me" in his eyes caused Sabretooth's momentum to falter.
"Stop!" the hooded man shouted, "Move again and I'll kill her."
However, Mike ignored him.
"One-Sword Style: Black Blade: Death: Lion's Song!"
This strike.
Even Klar was a target.
"Damn it!"
Although he had a bad feeling, Sabretooth didn't flinch. Instead, relying on his healing ability, he tried to block Mike's Iai slash.
The result—
Both hands were severed.
A huge gash appeared in his waist and abdomen, his spine was directly broken, with only a layer of skin and flesh connecting his body. He wasn't cut in half because his flesh and bone strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, and he was merely a stumbling block Mike casually kicked aside on his way forward.
Sabretooth ultimately bought the cloaked man a little reaction time. The latter leaped backward, with astonishing jumping power.
"Damn it!" It was still Klar's voice, but definitely not something Klar would say.
"Klar" tried to dodge, but obviously it was too late.
At the critical moment, an iron wall suddenly rose from the ground.
Swish!
A huge gap was cut into the palm-sized iron wall, which ultimately blocked Mike's Iai slash.
Behind the iron wall, Klar was gone, replaced by a blue-skinned woman.
Mystique.
If it weren't for her blue face, she would definitely have a pale look of having survived a disaster.
In mid-air, a White-haired old man slowly floated over, thin iron plates supporting his flight.
Magneto.
"This is far enough, young strong one. You have earned respect with your strength, and I apologize for my previous actions." Magneto's voice carried an inherent authority, and even though he was apologizing, it contained the implication of "you must forgive."
For most people, especially in the Heavenly Dynasty where Mike lived in his previous life, there was an atmosphere around him that said, "As long as it's not illegal, an apology is enough."
Not forgiven?
Wrongdoer: "I've already apologized, what more do you want?!"
Bystanders: "Yeah, they've already apologized, don't be so petty."
What more do you want?
Petty?
Can an apology make up for all mistakes and heal all wounds?
After the perpetrator apologizes, most quickly forget the unpleasantness and move on with life. However, some words and some deeds, the victim will remember in nightmares long, long after.
Of course, you could say that forgiveness is actually letting go of yourself, allowing yourself to start anew.
Mike sometimes wondered, is true liberation from being hurt only through forgiveness and pardon?
Life is only a few decades long; one shouldn't be entangled in past pain. In the past, Mike could only be forced to let go, but now he wants to exact an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Uh… I seem to be thinking of some things before my transmigration, getting off track.